Thriller Trainee

15. Chapter 15

Zong Jiu felt that this world was really magical and realistic.

He actually stood here and talked to Zhuge An for more than half an hour about what Chinese people are and what the Chinese soul is.

Obviously, Boss Zhuge was more interested in the "Zhuge Liang" Zong Jiu mentioned, so Zong Jiu began to educate him about the three Zhuge brothers of the Three Kingdoms.

To be honest, chatting with Zhuge An is really tiring.

Now that everything has been said, it is naturally impossible for Zong Jiu not to discover where the problem lies.

Zongjiu had already prepared for the worst, and looking at it now, it was just a confirmation of his guess.

It is very possible that he did not just travel through the book, but traveled from one time and space to another.

But there is one thing that Zongjiu can't figure out. Even if there is no Conan Doyle and the Big Bang Theory in the world after traveling through the books, then no matter what, such a huge country, unless it travels to a completely different world, is impossible as long as it is still on the earth. Disappear into thin air.

It's a pity that when Zhuge An listened to his story, he had the same expression from beginning to end. The old expression management master couldn't tell any clues at all.

After Zong Jiu had almost finished speaking, he suddenly asked, "What are Holmes and Sheldon?"

The white-haired young man had a serious look on his face and made nonsense, "Those are two smart people with very high IQs, just like you."

Zhuge An looked at Zong Jiu expressionlessly, and instead of saying anything to expose it, he directly dropped a deep-water fish/thunder.

"I'm curious. You didn't enter the infinite loop through normal channels. How did you hide it from the main system?"

The white-haired young man's eyelids twitched.

The man's eyes were sharp, scanning Zongjiu like an

Zongjiu felt that if he said yes, the two yin-yang fish surrounding their heads would have to call him.

"No, it's impossible."

Before Zong Jiu could say anything, Zhuge An overturned his guess and said, "If you are Yin, there is no way that the four hexagrams Qian Dui Li Zhen will not react at all."

"The main system will not allow souls to be replaced. This is unreasonable. And since you exist... you must have come directly from the real world to the infinite loop. It has not been filtered. It is more like an instant. transfer.”

"More importantly - you seem to know me very well."

Zongjiu: "..."

He chatted with the other party about the five thousand years of China, and in the end, except for the biggest secret of wearing books, the other party almost took off his underwear.

Danger, Zongjiu Danger.

He hesitated, "Why do you say that?"

"Because you remember and can tell things about the real world."

Zhuge glanced at him secretly: "Survivors who come to the infinite loop will be blocked from the memory of the real world."

"Shielding means that you remember all the relevant memories you had in the real world, but it will exist in the deepest part of your mind. No matter what you are thinking or doing, you will never actively think of it, cannot express it in words, and as time goes by Gradually forgotten."

"Not everything is blocked. The knowledge learned in the real world will not be forgotten. Only the knowledge that [I once lived in the real world] is blurred. Other memories can only be recalled when allowed. Like what you just said about Zhuge Liang and China, if there are clues in this copy that point to these two terms, my memory should be unobstructed. The main system will only open up part of the memory when there are prerequisites and conditions."

"But according to the books in the library, this copy is set up in the United States. So there will be no common knowledge about China in the real world."

This was probably the longest sentence Zhuge An said.

His voice was soft and cold, and the meaning behind it was horrifying.

If the survivors' memories of the real world are blocked, then over time, these survivors who enter the infinite loop from reality will not take the initiative to remember where they come from.

It's like they were born to survive.

Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes.

He finally knew what the dissonance he felt when recalling the original plot was.

As mentioned in the original article, there is no way to return to the real world in an infinite loop. For example, the reward for the C-level debut of the thriller trainee this time is a universal wishing coupon. However, in the perspective description that Zong Jiu saw in the article earlier, no trainee wanted to use this coupon to redeem the opportunity to return to reality.

It turns out...it's not that the real world has changed after traveling through the book, but that these survivors, under some higher will, were forced to change their perceptions.

The main system puts a lock on everyone's head, and everyone is trapped inside, unable to escape.

Zong Jiu smiled, "Then why do you remember?"

Zhuge An did not speak, but looked at him with a scrutinizing gaze.

The black-haired man crossed his fingers and stared at the white-haired young man without blinking, his eyes as cold as a pool.

He didn't know if it was Zong Jiu's misunderstanding, but he felt that after such a conversation, Zhuge An, who had been so cold just now, suddenly softened his eyes slightly.

"You need to show your worth."

He did not continue the topic, but said calmly: "If your speech makes me feel that my intelligence is insulted, there is the possibility of terminating the alliance at any time."

Zong Jiu retracted his previous misunderstanding: "Although you shook hands with me just now, you did not express your position. In your heart, you really do not intend to truly cooperate, but you want to use the guise of cooperation to extract words from me."

"Courtesy reciprocates, and soldiers never tire of deceit."

Good guy, this guy still holds a grudge.

"Besides, you have the same idea."

Hearing this, Zong Jiu's smile widened even more.

"Have you learned about emotional control?"

Looking at the white-haired young man's expression, Zhuge secretly raised his eyebrows, "There's no need to be so defensive. If I really wanted to do something, you wouldn't be standing here. Just relax."

At least it was now being honest. Zong Jiu could only hold his nose and admit his mistake, "Okay, okay, it's bad luck for me to get on the pirate ship. I accept my fate."

Zong Jiu swore that after he finished saying these words, he saw a faint smile flash across Zhuge An's face.

"I guess... you won't be able to solve the S-level clues you got from Dr. Chu for the time being."

It was obviously the beginning of speculation, but the dark-haired man's tone was extremely determined, as if he didn't even consider that he might be wrong, "Because you lack key information."

They were all on the pirate ship anyway, so Zong Jiu didn’t care anymore. Because after weighing the pros and cons, Zhuge An would indeed be his best breakthrough.

He finally figured it out. Even without the clue the doctor told him, Zhuge An might not be able to deduce the result on his own through other clues. Even if he informed the other party, it would only advance the process. No.3's abilities are so great that he doesn't need to worry about a small E-level at all.

"Is there an integer between three and four?"

Zhuge An repeated these words, frowning.

"pnpso is a string of ciphers, undoubtedly the most representative Vigenère cipher. Don't ask why, I'm too lazy to explain this process to you, you just need to know the result...it requires Key, but now the necessary key is missing.”

Many classical ciphers require keys to be decrypted. Such a password is divided into three parts, "ciphertext", "key" and "original text". The pnpso they now know is ciphertext, and as long as they know the key, they can know the original text.

As soon as he started reasoning, No. 3, who was originally full of aura that repulsed people thousands of miles away, began to talk to himself. Without any noble and cool aura before, he walked around the ward like a chatterbox.

"There are more than three thousand books in the library. If you search carefully, you can infer the current era based on the page number table. Only one of them has signs of being torn, and it happens to be the thirty-fourth Page. Even more coincidentally, that book should not have appeared in this era, because it was a book about superstring theory that was not until 1970 when icepick lobotomies were largely abolished. 1968, and superstring theory will come later. Yes, that’s it.”

I have to say, I really need to applaud.

Thinking that he had managed to get information from an S-class man who acted alone for more than a day with just a few clues, Zongjiu felt that he was making a sure profit.

Halfway through, Zhuge An, who was chattering away, suddenly turned around and said, "I have obtained the key to this dungeon. If I want, I can clear the level directly now."

Zongjiu: "...?"

"You have revealed your cards, but I have more clues than you."

Zhuge An said, "You have shown your worth, so-last question."

"If you give me a satisfactory answer, as a thank you, I can tell you the remaining clues."

The young man in white folded his arms: "You ask."

"Who do you think the mole is who took the different identity cards?"

Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows, "He will come and knock on the door soon."

The admiration in the black-haired man's eyes grew stronger, and he readily fulfilled his promise and continued his uneventful narration, which provided Zong Jiu with many clues.

...

"Since you also premeditatedly left Messiah's team and entered a different space, you should have guessed that there are two different spaces in this S-level copy that do not interfere with each other."

"The number three and four of the S-level clues are not simply three and four, but refer to the three-dimensional space and the fourth space-time dimension."

The hurricane rolled up from the floor of the ward.

"Finally...you are exactly as predicted, Zongjiu."

He took his hand away, and the Tai Chi Bagua diagram suspended in the air immediately began to dissipate.

Zhuge secretly lowered his eyes, "A piece of advice. Be careful with someone."

"I'm not sure if he is in this copy, but he must be your mortal enemy."

Zongjiu: "Who?"

"No. 1." Zhuge said secretly.

"No one knows his name, we usually call him - the devil."

"Is this also the prophecy you are saying?"

The white-haired young man smiled and said, "Magicians never believe in prophecies."

At the last second before the Bagua diagram disappeared, Zhuge An seemed to be smiling.

"You will come to me again. In the future."