Infinite Mask Game

"We should reach a cooperation and explore together, what do you think?"

If Bud is the leader of the death row prisoners, Zando is the person who speaks for the trialists.

Bud showed interest in his cooperation intention.

"However, why should we share intelligence with you?" Bud raised his eyebrows. No matter who it is, they are always reluctant to share their hard-earned results.

"We can provide you with some support in terms of supernatural knowledge. Besides, both sides have little time. Including today, we only have four days, and your time is more precious. Because time is life."

Zando speaks very logically and can easily convince the other party. His words really hit the point of the death row prisoners.

The collar on their necks reminds them all the time that they are just free dogs for a short time.

"Okay." Bud nodded in agreement.

Wei Miao also agreed to cooperate. She has mastered the key information, but she is just a novice in terms of monsters and rituals. These trialists can fill in the gaps in their knowledge.

But it is not so easy for the trialists to go straight to the truth of the seventh floor in a short time. The information that Bud and his friends had was fragmentary, and they needed to investigate and complete it themselves.

Both sides seemed to have forgotten the unpleasantness at the beginning. In the face of the overall situation, what was that little unpleasantness? We must be rational! Rational!

Zando also saw that Bud had the right to speak, so he said: "You go first and talk about your discoveries in the past few days.

Bud basically described the situation, and his own reasoning and opinions were almost non-existent.

"What do you think?" Zando asked after listening.

"I'm afraid of interfering with your thoughts, so I won't say it."

Bud's words were very beautiful, but Tim laughed and exposed his lies: "Is that really the case? Or... you can't get any valuable opinions at all?"

Bud ignored him. As long as you don't feel guilty, it's others who feel guilty.

It's not difficult to see this from Bud's slightly chaotic narration... Wei Miao thought while paying attention to the reactions of the three people.

Zandowei and Ainilu frowned and fell into thought, only Tim looked relaxed.

Zando also noticed him: "Tim, have you figured it out? "

"It is basically certain that the strange phenomenon on the third floor in the middle of the night is related to the seventh floor... I am not sure what kind of relationship it is. I will go to the seventh floor to see it myself later. After spending another night tonight, it will basically be clear." Tim said confidently.

"You will be tongue-twisted if you talk big." Anderson couldn't help but retorted.

"You haven't analyzed it in so many days, which only shows your incompetence. Tim shot back.

Seeing that the two were about to quarrel again, Bud hurriedly stopped: "Anderson, it's late, we still have to go to dinner."

The two sides parted ways, and Wei Miao followed the three to the second floor.

During breakfast, they were all discussing these trialists. After the party united to fight against the dissidents, nothing was concluded, just saying that they should be wary of them.

But in terms of identity, they, the death row prisoners, are more worthy of prevention. Wei Miao felt that the attitude of the trialists towards them was mixed with contempt and disdain, and the impression should not be very good.

But she needed intelligence very much. What reason should she find to approach them to get information?

Afterwards, she went to the first floor alone. When Pizza raised his eyes, a cold and sharp light flashed in his eyes, like a glass bottle in the dark night suddenly reflecting a little moonlight.

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Wei Miao looked calm, innocent and weak, but the indifferent temperament around him was like a sleeping lone wolf slightly extending its claws.

The sense of existence suddenly increased.

Her deep blue eyes stared at Pizza, and she walked slowly in front of him, with a slightly raised corner of her mouth revealing a cold and evil nature: "I think I understand."

Pisa: "What?"

Wei Miao narrowed his eyes: "The way to survive in seven days."

Pisa smiled, and this mysterious administrator seemed particularly secretive at this moment, not like a member of the Exorcist Society.

"There were many smart people like you among the death row prisoners in the past, but they all died in the end. Because they lacked something."

There was admiration in his words: "They are vicious, cunning, and indifferent to human life. They can kill without blinking an eye, but they are not crazy enough. And madness is the key to contacting the supernatural. Some people say that only rationality can survive. But I think it is better to open it than to block it. Accept madness, embrace madness, and master the delicate balance in it, so as to stick to the meager self."

"And people who are naturally inclined to madness are more suitable for the supernatural. Conservatives will have mental breakdowns due to the bizarre things in the supernatural; crazy people will be easily eroded by the chaos in the supernatural and easily change their worldview. They are tolerant and enterprising. They are the creators of great deeds and pioneers on the road of the supernatural. They are profound because of their knowledge and secretive because of their madness. In turn, they can control the supernatural, live longer, and go further."

Pisa deliberately revealed some insights into the supernatural, and Wei Miao saw something similar to Lorraine in his eyes.

Madness, not like the cold madness of humans.

But soon, the gleam in his eyes was restrained as his eyelids drooped. He lit a cigarette. This middle-aged uncle at least had some human habits and preferences.

"There are no fools who can be selected to participate in the trial. The longer the night, the more dreams there are." He pointed out meaningfully, "In the afternoon, I will leave here until the game is over. After that, you can go into my room and take a look. Maybe you can gain something."

This is no longer a hint, it's just short of saying that there are good things in his room.

Moreover, leaving at this time is meaningful.

"I understand. Thank you very much for your help, Mr. Pizza." Wei Miao thanked him.

"See you later." Pizza responded simply.

Wei Miao was not worried about staying on the first floor for a long time, so he went upstairs quickly.

At about ten o'clock, Zando brought his two friends to the first floor and found Pizza.

Zando: "Mr. Pizza, you have stayed in this hotel for a long time. If you can tell us something, we will be grateful."

Pizza held the phone and glanced at them coldly: "I said, don't bother me if there is nothing to do. I have the right to ignore your trials."

Zando was not discouraged by his attitude: "But since Mr. Pizza is here, it must be meaningful."

"I am just an insurance to ensure that you will not do something stupid. Your life and death have nothing to do with me."

Pizza's attitude towards them is very different from that towards Lorraine. This is certainly not because of Lorraine's handsome appearance or his IQ.

But Pizza saw his kind.

This fellow has qualities that satisfy him, so he is willing to provide some help within the rules, or even bypass the rules.

There are so many smart people in the world, but those who are both smart and secretly crazy are rare.

Wandering on the edge of order, this may be a serious psychic.