Mystery Makes Me Strong

"Boom!"

It was the sound of a chair overturning!

Whose chair fell over?

"Woohoo!"

There was a deep scream, it seemed that his throat was strangled, so he couldn't make a sound.

Wen Rensheng couldn't see the situation of the four of them, he could only hear the voice.

After several times the warehouse went dark, he already understood that it was not the loss of light source, but the loss of image.

That's why his mysterious eagle eye doesn't work, the scene disappears, no matter how strong your eyesight is, what can you see?

The screams finally disappeared, and the warehouse was lit up again.

All four were hanged...

Their eyes are wide open, their tongues stick out, their faces are blue and purple, and they are extremely frightening.

The four Taishi chairs under his feet all fell down.

"Strange, why did I only hear a scream and a chair fall?"

Wen Rensheng muttered to himself, reaching out his hand to use a soul-calling technique to check what happened before, but found that there was no soul to call.

Sure enough, it is the reflection of time and space, passing the image of the past.

Meditation should also have no effect.

But he still has a way.

He looked down to check the direction the chairs fell, trying to deduce the order in which the chairs fell.

With the help of powerful observation and reasoning, he finally pieced together a scene:

The monk among the four said that he would sacrifice himself for others and kill the Taoist priest and the silk fat man.

However, the Taoist priest understands the real intention of the monk—the monk’s words contain evil intentions, and he is actually tempting the Taoist priest to kill the man in sackcloth directly opposite him first.

In this way, after the monk killed the fat man, he would choose to commit suicide, and the Taoist priest would survive in the end.

But the truth is... If the Taoist really chooses to kill the man in sackcloth, the monk will go out and kill the Taoist afterwards.

There is no separation between monks and Taoists, and everyone started their business as fools. The Taoist priests saw through this, so they decided to kill the monks in advance.

The fat man also figured this out, knowing that the Taoist would definitely kill the monk, so he chose to kill the man in sackcloth next to him.

But the fat man's movements were slow, although he moved his feet first, he still died together with the man in sackcloth.

Taoists and monks died together.

The whole process is as simple as that.

But there are terrible and extremely complex psychological calculations in it.

If you were caught in this kind of deadlock, how would you solve it?

If they were all smart people, then the situation just now would happen, and everyone would die together.

There must be smart people who see through everything and are willing to do stupid things, so as not to lead to the worst results.

That is to say, there must be a victim who unites with a cowardly man, kills the other two, and then commits suicide, or lets the cowardly man kill himself, and finally a cowardly man survives.

In fact, the monk had already said the best result, but no one, including himself, was willing to be a victim.

In fact, he also harbored evil intentions, hoping that others would kill the man in sackcloth directly opposite him first.

Wen Rensheng already understood why this ordinary hanging incident happened——

This is what the mysterious seed is telling itself:

Excessive intelligence will only lead to total destruction.

Well, this must be the group of people from the Duzun Society...

"The truth of the past: it's over. The agency was too clever to calculate, and it cost Qingqing's life."

"Mystery: 333."

"Mysterious Composition: Mind Counting."

"You solved a mystery case, and the upper limit of mystery increased by 1 point, from 11024 points to 11025 points."

Poorer than heterogeneous.

Wen Rensheng thought resentfully, sure enough, this is the same as game upgrades, the more you play later, the less cost-effective the time invested and the rewards you get.

It only takes a few minutes to upgrade to a level in the early stage; it takes half a year in the later stage, but the gains after upgrading to a level are the same attribute points.

Fortunately, it is better than the growth of ordinary people, because the growth of ordinary people has an upper limit, no matter how fast a hundred meters is, it cannot be faster than a cheetah.

After sighing, Wen Rensheng finally started making mysterious props.

What he wants to make is naturally a prop to protect the soul.

Although there is Shi Shi's secret protection and the protection of alien species, the more protection the better.

In the world of cultivating immortals, how to protect the soul is the focus of research.

Among the more than forty pieces of materials that can be used, seven or eight are related to the protection of the soul.

…………

Sky Club.

A few newcomers are chatting away.

"I heard that there are several bosses in our club, why haven't I met them once?" A female staff member asked curiously.

"They are doing big things, how can they still have time to take care of us? Now we are just doing some trivial things." Another male employee laughed.

"Yeah, it's quite free now. I used to be able to run around the whole continent, but now there's only this one city, and there are much fewer things to do." The female staff member was a little bored.

"If you don't want to be idle, you can go outside, but after going out, you may not be able to come back intact."

"I'm just talking casually. By the way, I passed by the manager's office a few days ago and heard them say that it seems that there is an old man missing in the company." The female staff looked gossiping.

"An old man is missing? Who is missing?" Others also looked curious.

"It seems to be a surname... Strange, why did I forget it?" The female staff member covered her forehead with a headache on her face.

"What's wrong?" the others asked concerned.

"It's nothing, I just can't remember it anyway, it's nothing, it shouldn't be some important old man." The corner of the female staff's mouth curled up.

"That's right, as long as the number one alien in the world is still around, what else do we have to worry about?" the others said one after another.

It is good to enjoy the shade under the big tree, and it is the best way to describe the current situation.

"What are you talking about? Go to work." A man's voice sounded.

"Oh, it's Manager Wu, I'm sorry." The female staff hurriedly lowered her head and began to search the file.

Wu Liansong nodded and didn't criticize any more. The company is a little idle now.

It's just what they said, there is an old man missing in the company?

Who is missing?

He thought hard, Wei?

Where did Manager Wei go?

It seems that we haven't seen each other for more than a year, right?

It's strange, although Manager Wei doesn't have enough sense of presence, but he doesn't even forget him, right?

After all, we have been colleagues for many years.

Wu Liansong looked up out of the window, white clouds were floating in the sky.

He knew it was all fake.

Could it be that Manager Wei's existence is also fake?

After thinking about it, he called Wen Rensheng.

"Oh, I already know about this." Wen Rensheng's reaction made Wu Liansong feel even more strange.

He seems to remember that Wen Rensheng and Manager Wei still have a mentor-student relationship in the workplace.

"Well, don't you want to look for it? The current situation is weird, and I'm afraid it will hinder you." Wu Liansong reminded.

"Oh, the matter here is very deep, just leave it to me to deal with it, and you can just watch the company." Wen Rensheng couldn't explain it too clearly.

"Okay then, I believe you will handle it well." Wu Liansong nodded.

"En." Wen Rensheng let out a long breath.

He felt that he now had more than 10,000 mystery degrees and more than a thousand years of experience, so he should be able to fight against the immortal.

A few years ago, the other party was still a giant in front of his eyes, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that?

In a word, he thinks he can do it.