Thriller Trainee

Because of Zong Jiu's arrogant and bold speech, the dim corridor was silent for a while.

[Fuck, Brother Jiu is so handsome! ]

[Oh my god, this is the first time I see a newcomer dare to talk to an old man in this tone]

In Zong Jiu's live broadcast room, the barrage of comments burst into laughter.

[233333 Look at the face of the trainee who was scolded. They just wanted to get the S-level clues, but they didn't expect to be scolded back, hahahahaha]

[It feels like a cool article, E-level newcomers fight C-level trainees, don't bully me because I'm poor in E-level! 】

The C-level old trainee Jiang Yuan who spoke first blushed, "How can you, a mere E-level, talk to a senior?"

"Senior, you are taking advantage of your age."

Zong Jiu sneered, "Forget about that. We are all trainees. Don't act like we live in reality every day."

"Okay!"

Jiang Yuan raised his voice in anger, "I knew what Senior He said made sense. You are not willing to share even S-level clues. You are indeed the insider with different ID cards!"

Wow!

The crowd exploded immediately.

Other old people who also coveted S-level clues echoed.

"That's right. Senior He said he saw you sneaking around our ward early in the morning. If you didn't have something to hide, how could you do such an unnecessary thing?"

"Yes, yes, that doctor just now also pointed at you directly. Could it be that he already knew your identity as an insider and cooperated with the outsiders!"

Now that the old people have united their front, the newcomers who have just figured out what the clues of the S-level props are also following suit.

After all, they have no ability to survive in this copy. They can only survive if they hold on to the thighs of the old people. Whether they can survive depends on whether the old people are willing to lend a hand. If they don't flatter them, they will die. There is really nothing they can do.

Just when Zong Jiu almost turned around and left, Messiah, who had been frowning, spoke.

"Quiet."

As if the still button was pressed, everyone fell silent.

"I've said it before, it's best not to make random guesses without clear evidence."

The blond saint looked serious, and his blue eyes, which used to be as warm as the Aegean Sea, were now as cold as ice.

"This is the most taboo thing in the team. If there is no basic trust between people, how can we talk about cooperation?"

Everyone was silent.

The Messiah continued, "Although there is a rule that the S-level clues are shared by the discoverer. But since Dr. Chu chose to tell only Zong Jiu, this clue belongs to him privately. He has the right not to tell anyone. This is his freedom, and no one has the right to comment."

Under the strong temptation of the S-level clues, there are still old people who are unwilling, "But we have evidence, and all those things he just said are what he did."

"Ask He Jianlan, he saw it with his own eyes."

The elected He Jianlan gritted his teeth, "Yes, I did see it."

He was dissatisfied with the Messiah He Jianlan said, "Sir, I noticed this E-level person on the first day the dungeon was opened. He was sitting alone in the restaurant, and he didn't seem strange or unusual about the environment. He even took the medicine easily. And this morning I saw him sneaking around in other empty wards. From this, I can infer that he is either hiding some clues, or he has a different identity card from us and has a different main task." Seeing that more and more old and new people are beginning to waver, He Jianlan threw out his trump card. "If that's not enough, he was also there when that F-level rookie died last night!"

Sheng Yu, who was arguing with the rookies about whether Zong Jiu was a good guy, turned around and said something rude, "You're just talking bullshit! I was there last night, why the hell didn't you say that I killed the guy with glasses?!"

"Hehe."

He Jianlan adjusted his black-framed glasses and sneered, "I haven't said anything yet, but you're so eager to jump out? That's right, I want to say the latter sentence... You two are basically accomplices."

"The original words of the main system were 'find out the existence of the identity card that is different from others in this personal show', but it didn't say how many traitors there are in the entire trainee venue. There may be one traitor present, and there may be There may be two. But according to the ratio of the number of people, I guess the probability that this number is greater than or equal to three is not high. "

He spoke eloquently, "Compared with people like us who have ordinary cards, the inner ghosts are definitely not superior in numbers. According to the laws of the main system, it will never let the strength of the two hostile parties be too different. So compared to us, you inner ghosts must have unique codes or methods to find your accomplices, and join forces with us ordinary people to compete with us, so that you can complete the main task. "

"This can explain why there were no clues or traces at the crime scene last night, but the F-level died so miserably. You are basically a gang, working together inside and outside, and only came to us after setting up the scene. "

Others suddenly realized.

"Are you unable to figure out how you were exposed?"

He Jianlan smiled triumphantly, "The most important reason is that when we were checking, Meng Tianlu sensed it in the bathroom. "

Meng Tianlu is the B-level psychic. Hearing what He Jianlan said, he also stood aside and nodded, "I used the psychic ability to sense in the bathroom, and did not find any residual resentment."

The psychic's perception ability can sense supernatural existence. If the glasses were really killed by those beings, the psychic would not be able to sense even a little breath.

Meng Tianlu's implication is very simple.

He suspected that the glasses were not killed by any ghosts, but by people.

"Everyone knows that Your Excellency the Holy Son is wise and righteous. But don't trust others too much and be deceived by such a villain with evil intentions." He Jianlan's words were sincere and heartfelt, "We all believe in your leadership and judgment, but the situation is unclear now, so you might as well refer to our opinions." When everyone heard this, they all followed up, "Yes, Lord Holy Son, what Senior He said makes sense." "This logical reasoning is reasonable and worthy of Senior He, who is known as an intelligent brain! If it weren't for Senior's keen observation, we would have been deceived by this white-haired man." "Senior is really amazing!" Not only them, but even the barrage in the live broadcast room of He Jianlan and others were full of speculation. [This actually makes sense, after all, only two people knew the whole process of the crime scene last night. If they can collude, then life or death, black or white can be overturned at will]

[Indeed, Senior He's reasoning is well-founded, and every link has sufficient room for maneuver]

[Am I the only one who is wondering, how did an E-level and an F-level complete the tragic scene last night?]

[To reply to the above, in general, in this kind of copy, the number of people who have taken the inner ghost card is definitely not dominant. So either the inner ghost is much stronger than the ordinary card, or he must have special permissions opened by the main system]

[I see, thank you kind people for your answer, so it seems that this E-level is indeed the most suspicious, there is no way to wash it]

......

Messiah's eyebrows are getting deeper and deeper.

Everyone is waiting for his final judgment.

The golden-haired saint thought for a long time, and finally shook his head, "Although what you said is not unreasonable, I still choose to believe Brother Zong. I believe he is not what you say."

"Besides, the ironclad evidence you cited earlier is not universal in S-level copies."

Messiah meant something. Meng Tianlu was stunned, his face turned red.

He is indeed a good medium, but the medium quality is also divided into levels.

There is a saying in the infinite loop, "Ten low-level mediums meditating collectively are not as good as the perception of a mid-level medium."

There are many entry-level paths for the lowest-level mediums in each D-level copy in the infinite loop.

Low-level mediums are not much stronger than ordinary people, and even when facing "good friends", their special physique will accelerate the resentment entering the body. Therefore, unless there are really no special props and the survivors are desperate, they will choose to accept low-level medium quality. Generally, after these survivors have made it, they will spend points to erase this physique after they have enough survival points and do not intend to develop in the direction of medium.

The medium quality will not really start to play a role until it reaches the intermediate level, and the medium at this time is enough to be called a medium.

There are advanced and top-level above the intermediate level, and there is a top-level medium in the S-level.

However, due to the rarity of the medium quality, there are very few ways to obtain the intermediate medium quality in the B-level copy. If you want to move up, the A-level copy corresponds to the high-level psychic, and the S-level copy corresponds to the top-level psychic, which is simply a rare existence. A large team without a foundation can't afford it.

Meng Tianlu is a low-level B-level, so he is naturally just an intermediate psychic.

As the difficulty of the copy increases, the ability of the psychic will be suppressed.

It is said that in the most terrifying S-level copy, unless it is a top-level psychic, all the supernatural existences in the copy cannot be sensed by ordinary psychics.

This is exactly what Messiah meant.

Previously, He Jianlan and Meng Tianlu were complacent and thought they had found Zong Jiu's flaw.

They didn't expect that the S-level prop clue that appeared in the operating room allowed other trainees to infer the specific level of this personal show copy, which also indirectly verified the omission of He Jianlan's reasoning.

Zong Jiu, on the other hand, crossed his hands and watched the whole process coldly.

Apart from anything else, it was funny enough for Zong Jiu to be called a smart brain.

"Have you finished talking?"

He shrugged, "To put it bluntly, you just suspect me of being a traitor, and you want to say goodbye to each other."

That's true. The main system strictly prohibits survivors or trainees from fighting each other. Even if the old men on the opposite side have suspicions about him written on their faces, they can't do anything to him for a while.

This is also what Zong Jiu had planned at the beginning. It's just that now because of that quack doctor, he needs to move forward temporarily, but he is really not afraid.

The white-haired young man smiled casually, "Why beat around the bush? We are all smart people, why not speak frankly, anyway, I'm going to say this today. In the next two days, you go your way, and I go mine. As for that clue...ha, don't even think about it."

This remark was merciless and sarcastic. The old men on the opposite side almost had fire in their eyes.

Zong Jiu didn't care at all.

He put down his arms and turned to look at Messiah.

"Thank you for taking care of me for the past half day, and thank you for choosing to believe me. But everyone has opinions on me, and I don't want to embarrass you. Leaving is my choice and has nothing to do with you. Take it seriously."

Finally, Zong Jiu nodded to him imperceptibly and passed them by without looking back.

【Oh oh oh oh oh! Ah Jiu is mighty! Ah Jiuchong! Mom loves you! 】

【good! If you work alone, work alone. I respect you as a man! The powder is set, the powder is set]

[Sigh... This is not good. The Holy Son is obviously looking towards him. Why did he just leave like this? There is obviously room for recovery.]

[I'm also thinking that now it's comfortable to speak harshly and show off one's power, but he is an E-level... this copy is S-level, I hesitate to say anything]

The young man's back was straight, his back was slender, and he walked very gracefully.

The long white hair that spread out was like streaks of skylight, and immediately disappeared into the darkness in the distance.

Sheng Yuqi, who was standing behind, turned red, "Brother Ninth is not what you said, you are spitting blood!"

The high school student stomped his feet on the ground and ran towards the corridor to catch up.

He Jianlan pushed up his glasses and said, "Look, they are probably in the same group."

"Tsk, one is E-level and the other is F-level. You still have the nerve to talk nonsense here. Whether they can survive today is still unknown."

Jiang Yuan gave them a sharp "poof" at their backs, turned around and saw the unsightly expression on the blond saint's face, and immediately fell silent.

Messiah stood there, his long blond hair hanging on both sides of his face, but the smile of the past was gone on his face.

When the Son of God smiles, he really looks like the savior described in the Bible, but his smile can give people a sense of closeness and compassion.

But once his smile disappeared and his expression became serious, for some reason, everyone felt unreasonable fear.

After a long time, Messiah breathed out from his chest.

His blue eyes were as sharp as blades as he scanned every trainee present, and he spoke slowly.

"Since you are willing to believe me and choose me to be the leader of this temporary dungeon team, then you should obey my command and arrangements. Without definite evidence, you should not make such remarks in such a situation."

"This time it might be Brother Zong, but next time? Who will be the victim of your unreasonable suspicion next time?"

"I am disappointed."

He Jianlan's heart skipped a beat. He tightened his fists and avoided Qin Ye's eyes, "Your Excellency——"

"No need to say more."

Messiah waved his hand tiredly, "There's no next time."

Under the anger of the Holy Son, the others were stunned and did not dare to say a word even if they were still thinking about the clue of the S-level prop. They hurriedly packed up and obeyed the arrangements. According to the group list assigned early in the morning, they continued to search for missing information between the first floor and the negative first floor.

However, on the other side, Zongjiu encountered something neither big nor small.

The white-haired young man squinted his eyes and looked at the stairs at his feet calmly.

This is a very dilapidated cement staircase, with traces of pits and pits still remaining on it, and some can even be clearly seen as remnants of bomb craters, full of historical decay.

He remembered clearly that there were only twenty-one steps from the first floor to the first floor.

But just now, he walked out of level twenty-three.

Zongjiu stopped and looked up thoughtfully.

A rusty old clock is hanging on the stairwell not far away.

The hour hand and the steady pointer were at ten o'clock, and the minute hand stopped at twelve.