Thriller Trainee

Zong Jiu's response to the devil's kind invitation was concise and concise, with only one word.

"roll."

Facing this ruthless rejection, no.1's deep dark golden eyes slowly narrowed.

After a while, he curled his mouth again as if thinking of something.

"It doesn't matter, you don't have to give me the answer so early."

That being said, the man's gloved fingers continued to press mercilessly at the end of his eyes, drawing the magician's long narrow eye. The other hand tightly locked the slender and pale wrist of the white-haired young man, pressing the other side against the back of the iron gate, imprisoned in a narrow space.

The devil's breath was as cold as his body temperature, not even the slightest temperature.

He retracted his finger affectionately, and inadvertently wiped the youth's rolling apple.

The unhappiness in Zong Jiu's eyes grew stronger.

no.1 This is stepping on his minefield and he is still cooperating. Now it is almost the same when I go back and have a dream.

However, in order to show his generosity, the devil slowly released the shackles of the opponent's hand.

In the next second, Zong Jiu turned around immediately, bending his knees and kicking in front of him.

The white edge of the playing cards between the fingers glowed coldly in the dim stairwell, as if death was approaching, wrapped in the cold air, swept across like a mighty force.

no.1 had anticipated this wave of attacks in advance, so his stepping back and forth was extraordinarily large, and he went straight to the third stairs, and the ghost generally avoided Zong Jiu's attack distance.

"I am waiting for the final answer in the trainee dormitory. You can change your mind at any time."

After flexing his head to dodge the three playing cards swept from his scalp, the man in suit and leather shoes smiled and performed a gentleman's salute on the spot. The figure melted like a ghost and melted into the shadow behind.

This was the second time Zong Jiu saw the devil's ability to launch this shuttle shadow. This time it was the same as the last time. He didn't see any other restrictions on this ability.

The white-haired young man did not move. He stood there for a long time with a poker card in his hand, and then slowly lowered his right hand, rubbing the reddish wrist that was gathered by the man just now, and squeezing out a sneer from his throat.

If you change to an ordinary person, I am afraid that when you hear the no.1 cooperation request, you should agree without hesitation, after all, it is no.1.

No one knows the name, because they are too frightened and longing, everyone only uses the word "demon" to represent them.

Such an absolute strength undoubtedly stands at the pinnacle of the entire infinite loop. That makes the devil, even if he knows the prophecy, still careless, never pay attention to it, and always carry a condescending arrogance.

It is undoubtedly a very stupid thing to be an enemy of such an existence.

Zong Jiu had a hunch that those before were nothing but trivialities. The devil has never been serious, and he didn't really want to put him to death. Of course, this brief tenderness may just be for him to kill time and just find it interesting.

If a lunatic like a demon is really murderous, he will definitely not waste too much of his tongue. It only takes a few puppet threads to manipulate anyone to death. Even the rules and regulations specified by the main system can't stop him.

So Zong Jiu laughed.

no.1 Among so many sentences, there is only one sentence that Zong Jiu gave to knowingly affirm.

The devil plays the world in an infinite loop, manipulating the puppets to end the scenes, watching the drama behind the scenes, and admiring the ugliness of the survivors in desperate situations, and easily evokes the deepest dark side in people's hearts.

The magician regards this as his biggest performance stage in history, loves fraud and disguise, and uses words to play everyone in his palm. Not only is the use of the ghost identity fraud in the deserted village dungeon, but also the use of disguise to gain greater benefits in Las Vegas. This set of Zong Jiu has already played proficiently when he was a great magician in the real world. skilled.

This world full of despair and horror just gave him more room to play.

They are indeed of the same kind through and through.

Many times, others cannot understand the behavior of No. 1, but it is easy for Zong Jiu.

He can even stand from the perspective of the opponent and simulate the deep meaning behind the opponent's actions.

The logical relationship of lunatics is very simple, it is only divided into fun and boring, fun and not fun. It is not based on self-interest, moral concepts, or other motivations like ordinary people do.

They are not bound by anything.

Because of this, Zong Jiu laughed so sarcastically.

For the two of them, the word "cooperation" constitutes a paradox in itself.

They will never let another person share the glory of each other's throne, and they will never need to cooperate to win victory like the weak.

Imagine if Zong Jiu is a demon, and he says the word cooperation to people, there are probably only two situations.

One is that the other party currently has something worthy of use, so you need to use this word to fool it, and wait until there is no use value before throwing it away like rubbish.

The second is to think that the other party is very interesting, use cooperation to confuse the other party, and then take the opportunity to stabbing in the back, so that I can take a moment to appreciate the other party's stunned look.

If you replace the object with your own kind, the word "cooperation" will only be more interesting.

Zong Jiu was 100% sure that if he agreed to the demon's proposal to cooperate, he would probably not survive this copy.

Because of that, the degree of fun attached to the person "Zong Jiu" will be greatly reduced in the eyes of No.1.

Of course there is no need for boring people.

Not to mention, they will never be able to give trust to beings other than themselves.

Therefore, Zong Jiu not only had to reject the devil fiercely, but also gave the other party a big gift.

As for the consequences of declaring war with no.1?

Who cares? It's not the first time he has done this.

####

Zong Jiu was not in a hurry to get back to work. He first went to a blind spot in the bathroom and opened the clues that Fan Zhuo gave him.

This is a letter from a few years ago, and like that old diary, it was impossible to tell which one was older.

The school organized a cleanup last week, otherwise it would not be easy to find so many clues. In contrast, Zong Jiu prefers this to be arranged by the main system alone, because when the plot reaches the mid-term exam, after adapting to the cruel rhythm of this collective copy, it is time to start digging deep-level information. No way to survive.

This letter is not long.

Unexpectedly, this turned out to be an absolute letter.

[To everyone who reads this letter: I should have been dead when I saw this letter]

[One month before the midterm exams, the first [heterogeneous] appeared in the grade, and it suddenly became the first of the grade...The next exams were more demanding each time, until this time, the high scores Under demands and brutal competition, all the classes throughout the year have made choices]

[The people in the class have been isolating me all the time, trying to make me that [heterogeneous] so that they can live]

[A classmate falsely accused me of my early love, because his academic performance is better than me, so I was remembered, maybe this is the last straw that killed the camel. Looking at those selfish faces, I feel sick... In order to keep themselves alive and to improve the average class score, these people have forced the people in my upper bunk into [heterogeneous], only me every night Use a knife to engrave on your wrist and tell yourself over and over again that you can’t become that kind of depersonalized existence]

[Finally, I decided to commit suicide. Haha, because I am such an incompetent coward]

[I don’t have any last words that I want to leave. My parents repeat their mediocre life, but they always ignore my wishes, try to control my life, and make me the kind of successful person in their minds, just like themselves Also live again]

[Everyone is like a ghost in human skin. The blood is cold. No one cares if I am alive or not. No one asks my opinion. No one asks if I want to become a so-called "useful person to society." In their eyes, poor students are not worthy of living]

[I can only complete my revenge on this world by destroying myself. Because I can’t control anything except my life, haha]

After the two words haha, this letter has also come to the end, and there is no follow-up.

Zong Jiu knows that this letter may indeed be the end of writing. The person who wrote this letter committed suicide. In the most extreme way, he expressed his desire not to become a faceless man. It also caused the parents to lose the children he had raised for many years, and he completed his "retaliation against the world" in his mind.

The appearance of the Faceless Man has already made Zong Jiu clear what the "heterogeneity" in the diary and letters is.

Although the situations of the two classes are completely different, they have led to the same ending without exception.

The atmosphere of the class recorded in the diary is very good, and the students are harmonious and friendly, and they will cheer each other up.

In the end, the scores required by the No. 1 Middle School exams are getting higher and higher, and the people in the class even voluntarily become faceless, thereby raising the average score and grades of the whole class.

So in the end, the girl who wrote the diary wrote on July 4: "If the three of us don't make changes, the whole class will die."

But when the graduation photos were taken on July 5, the only three students left invariably chose to become faceless, including the girl with only half of her face left. Everyone is working hard for the class collective.

Finally, at the end of the diary, she said that they used themselves to save the class and save me. Now, it's my turn.

This sentence also heralded the end of the final class that all members of the class became faceless.

These two clues do not seem to have much in common at first glance, but if you study them carefully, you can at least draw a conclusion.

The next two exams must be very demanding, very difficult, and the required scores are unimaginable.

Especially the final exam. The girl's academic performance is very good. Although she can't reach the level of full marks like Faceless Man, it's definitely not bad. Under such circumstances, it is impossible to survive a student who is not a faceless person, which means that the exam itself is a dead end.

This means that if they can't learn how to break the game before the final exam, they will either die under the caning or turn into faceless people without self-awareness.

Zong Jiu folded the letter and put it back in his pocket.

Recalling a precious clue in the diary, he thought that he already had some clues about how to break the game.

But the headache is that this method can only be used in the final exam.

Before that, they have to at least hold on to the expired senior high school entrance examination and the second monthly entrance examination.

####

Soon, in the process of immersing himself in the study, the mid-term exam soon arrived.

In the examination room this time, the tension on the faces of the trainees could not be covered.

Last time, at any rate, it was only to eliminate the last one, and the first few classes were able to sit back and relax. This time, a line was drawn directly. The ups and downs of the examination room are commonplace, and several classes are pasted with a six-percent line. If you make a mistake this time, it will be the end of the class's death.

During the exam, the palms of the last few of the nine classes were sweating, and they were all panicked.

Before the mid-term exams, they spent two evenings of self-study in private to make a set of simulation papers, and the final total score dangerously exceeded 600.

Therefore, if they make a mistake this time, they will meet a tragic ending.

On the other hand, Zong Jiu did not panic at all.

Before the exam, he used the tarot card to test it, and he didn't know the prophet in advance, so he wrote the paper and said that the old **** was there, and he didn't persuade him at all.

#论塔罗牌的魔用#