[Quick Transmigration] The Truman Show

That stupid bird had to go through destruction again and again before it could be reborn.

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City X, 24:00

Countdown: 103 hours

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In the silent night sky, the city's midnight bell rang suddenly, one after another, as if weeping in the silence.

"Just now that old man asked me to find the NO.17 bibliophile," Truman thought for a long time before deciding to be honest with him.

Shi Kuang held an unlit cigarette in his hand and brought it close to his lips, "Trumen, this man is not simple."

"You don't agree to let me go?"

Shi Kuang looked at him with a smile, "If I disagree, will you listen to me?"

Truman lowered his eyes and looked serious, "As long as you can live, I will obey you."

"I won't object, and you should go," Shi Kuang said with a condensed expression, after a long silence, "This person has a deep connection with you."

Truman's lips parted slightly, a little surprised, his brows furrowed tightly, "Then do you have any grudge against him?"

"Why do you ask?"

"You seem to care about this person."

"Truman, you have to remember that any regime has light and darkness. As long as the regime exists, it is impossible to have absolute trust. Use power to check and balance power, and use ambition to fight ambition. The existence of martyrs is to check and balance power. It is also for the fulfillment of ambitions, but the martyrs themselves also have checks and balances," Shi Kuang's dark eyes showed a trace of strangeness, "Every martyr has a fateful opponent. This opponent is also a friend to the martyrs. , is a confidant."

Trumen didn't expect that this person's identity would be like this, no wonder he was valued so much by Shi Kuang.

Confidant, friend, destiny, rival.

These four words made him extremely jealous.

A middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance and a dull expression appeared in his mind. His facial features were so ordinary that he could even forget them with a quick glance.

He had no memory of ever seeing this man.

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"How long have you known each other?"

"It's been fighting for many years," Shi Kuang sighed, and said with a smile, "I've always been in the light, he's always been in the dark, and each has his own outcome."

"Is he really that good?"

"Any corrupt country will inevitably have underground resistance forces," Shi Kuang asked without answering, "But do you know why the empire hasn't found any traces of the revolutionary army in the past few years?"

"why?"

"Five years ago, he murdered 3 people from the Revolutionary Army with the conspiracy of one man."

"He, isn't he a pharmacist?"

"Do you know what a pharmacist really is in this country?"

"What do you mean?"

"The human mind is the most difficult to control, but it is also the easiest to incite. Generations of martyrs have worked hard to awaken the consciousness of these people and guide them to think. Even high-tech cities have been turned into ruins. They have also Rebuilt on the ruins, but the world has not changed. Truman," Shi Kuang said sharply, "have you really thought about the reason?"

"I, I didn't think about it."

"Even if there are villains and maggots, even if the people are really insensitive and depraved, there are still many ordinary people who don't want to cause trouble but have good hearts. If you were in power, how would you rule this country? Let this be a country where the mind is carefully controlled?"

"Precise control with potions? Is this what the Alcott family is really doing?"

"Alcott?" Shi Kuang shook his head, "It's just a shield that was pushed to the table, and the real plan behind it is a seemingly inconspicuous genius pharmacist. This person has been hiding very deeply, but he What he is best at is not medicine, but to plan people's hearts and protect himself wisely, so he can live until now."

Why would a person who knows how to protect himself and is good at hiding his tracks expose himself to the camera?

Thinking of this, Truman suddenly realized something, "What is the relationship between the fifth librarian and him?"

"He is that girl's teacher. Many years ago, when that girl was only [-] or [-] years old, the teacher who chased after her," Shi Kuang said with a smile, "This should be the most embarrassing time for him. "

Truman was a little astonished, "She actually likes him?"

Judging from the appearance and age of these two people, it is completely unimaginable.

He thought of Bibliophile No. [-] deliberately tying himself to a cross to atone for his sins.

He also thought of the matter that bibliophile No. 17 had to sign for the No. [-] bibliophile after he won the "Sex Hour" coupon.

Truman frowned slightly, "So his weakness is Bibliophile No. [-]?"

"A person like him would not allow himself to have weaknesses. Even if he did have weaknesses, he would only hide them. He would not be easily emotional, and even if he was really emotional, he would not be noticed. Five years ago, he Taking advantage of this student he cherishes, he designed to kidnap her, and even staged a play, sending someone to rape her."

"This person is really cold-blooded and ruthless."

"Cold-blooded and ruthless? No, according to his situation at the time and Alcott's rebellious position, if he didn't do this, then she would have died. And the final beneficiary of the five-year incident was only the Alcott family This little girl, the jade pendant of the imperial totem, and her status as the sole legal heir are all left to her by him. He has planned everything for her, including status, future, and even marriage."

"She doesn't know all this?"

"Yeah, he wanted to keep her innocence, but he didn't expect that she would blame herself for all the crimes. She would feel guilty for her father's actions, and he didn't expect that she would behave in this way. Come here to atone."

Truman was a little moved, and murmured, "So that's why he came here. Next, he will definitely continue to plan for her..."

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Regarding Truman's question, Shi Kuang answered every question, but he didn't tell him what to do.

He is guiding Truman to think, judge, and grow up.

Truman thought about it all night, Shi Kuang's words gradually outlined a person in his mind, a powerful opponent that Trumen had to put him and Shi Kuang in the same position to consider.

Now, he wanted to plot against this talented pharmacist, and he had to plan how to get the life-saving medicine from him, which made him inexplicably nervous.

But as long as there is a human being, there must be weaknesses.

All who attack the enemy must be saved.

No matter how powerful an opponent is, as long as they grasp their weaknesses, they are nothing to be afraid of.

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In the early morning of the next day, Truman met the NO.17 bibliophile.

It was completely different from the non-existent person he saw on the surveillance screen.But he knew that the person he saw now was real.He didn't deliberately conceal his aura, and a strong sense of oppression came over his face.

But the sense of oppression this person gave him was completely different from that of Shi Kuang.

A kind of gloomy chill.

It was eerily quiet.

In the glass room, his appearance was too ordinary, without a trace of expression, and his eyes were as calm as stagnant water.His body seemed a little stiff, and he sat there quietly, his back, limbs, and even his eyes were straight. He looked at Truman, as if he had expected the visitor's visit, and sat there early , and then he stood up calmly and walked towards him slowly, revealing a strange elegance and well-bredness.

Even through the glass, Truman could feel the chill behind him, and the hairs on his arms stood on end, as if he could hear the sound of his own blood trembling with excitement in the silence.

He smelled something of the same kind.

This feeling made his whole body tremble slightly, the veins on his clenched fists were bulging, and the uncontrollable emotions kept surging outward.

Truman saw him getting closer, so close that he could see the color of his pupils very clearly.

Then, he stopped.

He raised his hand, put his index finger up on his dry lips, then bent his index finger, and tapped a few numbers on the glass slowly and forcefully:

30

36, 15, 34, 9, 8

Truman's pupils shrank suddenly.

——That was the number in the dotted box of Killer Sudoku five years ago.