Thriller Trainee

Because Zong Jiu spoke arrogantly and boldly, the dim corridor was silent for a while.

[Fuck, Brother Ajiu is too handsome too! 】

[Ma, it’s the first time I have seen a new person dare to talk to an old man in this tone]

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

[233333 Look at the face of the trainee who was beaten, they didn’t think they wanted to get S-level clues, but they didn’t expect to scold someone back, hahahahaha]

[There is a refreshing taste, E-level rookies and C-level trainees, don’t deceive me E-level poor! 】

Jiang Yuan, the old C-level trainee who was the first to speak, flushed, "You are a little E-level, how did you talk to senior?"

"Senior, you rely on the old to sell the old."

Zong Jiu sneered, "This set saves time, it's all trainees, don't live in reality every day."

"Okay!"

Jiang Yuan raised the volume up angrily, "I know what Senior He said makes sense, and even the S-level clues are unwilling to share, you really are the inner ghost with a different ID card!"

Wow!

At this moment, the crowd exploded directly.

Other elders who are also coveted for S-Class clues have echoed.

"That's right, Senior He said before that he saw you sneaking around in everyone's ward early in the morning. If it wasn't for a ghost in his heart, how could he do such unnecessary things."

"Yes, that's right, the doctor just hit you directly. Could it be that you already knew your identity as an inner ghost, you should fit inside and outside!"

Now that the old people are united on the front, those new people who have just figured out what the clues of the S-level props are all about are also rushing to the wind.

After all, they don't have the slightest survivability in this copy, and only by holding the old man's thighs can they survive. Whether you can live or not depends on whether the old people are willing to help. Not being flattery is just waiting for death. There is really nothing to do.

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

"be quiet."

It was like pressing the still button, everyone was quiet.

"I have said long ago that suspicion is most avoided when there is no clear evidence."

The blond son has a serious look, and his blue eyes, which used to be as gentle as the Aegean Sea, are cold as ice at this moment.

"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.

Messiah continued, "Although the S-level clues are shared by the discoverers. But since Dr. Chu chose to tell Zong Jiu alone, then this clue belongs to him, and he has the right not to tell anyone. This is his freedom, no one has the right to speak up."

Under the powerful temptation of the S-class clues, there are still old people who are unwilling, "but we have evidence that all the things he has just said are what he did."

"When you ask He Jianlan, he has seen it with his own eyes."

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

He spoke with Messiah’s disapproving gaze, “Holy Son, I noticed this E-Class as early as the first day the dungeon was opened. He sat in the dining room alone, without the slightest strangeness or abnormality to the environment, even The next part of taking medicine also performed well. And this morning I witnessed him sneaking around in other empty wards. From this, it can be inferred that he is either hiding some clues, or he is simply I got a different ID card from ours and has a different main mission."

Seeing more and more old people and newcomers start to waver, He Jianlan throws out a killer.

"If this is not enough, he was also there when the F-class rookie died last night!"

On the side, he argued with the newcomers for Zongjiu, who was blushing with a thick neck, turned his head and burst out, "You tm net bullshit! I was there last night, why didn't you and his grandma say that Brother Glasses was the one who killed me? of?!"

"Ha ha."

He Jianlan helped the black-rimmed glasses on his face and sneered, "I didn't say, you jumped out in a hurry? That's right, what I want to say is the last sentence...you two One is simply an accomplice."

"The original words of the main system at the time were'find out the existence of this personal show that is different from other people's ID cards', but I didn't say how many inner ghosts are in the entire trainee venue. There may be one or some inner ghosts in the field. There may be two. But based on the proportion of people, I guess the probability that this number is greater than or equal to three is not high."

He spoke eloquently and talked freely, "Compared with people like us who have ordinary cards, the inner ghost must not have the advantage in number. According to the law of the main system, it will never make the strength of the two rivals too far apart. So compared to us, your inner ghost must have a unique secret code or way to find your own accomplices, and join forces to fight against our ordinary people, and then it is possible to complete the main task."

"This can explain why there were no clues or traces at the scene of the crime last night, but the F-class died so miserably. You are a gang committing crimes. You should work together inside and out, and come to us after the scene is set up."

Others suddenly realized.

"Are you not sure how you exposed yourself?"

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

Meng Tianlu is the B-level psychic. Hearing He Jianlan's words, he also stood aside and nodded, "I used the power of psychics in the bathroom to perceive it, and I didn't find any residual resentment aura."

The perception ability of the psychic can perceive the existence of the supernatural. If the glasses are really killed by those existences, it is impossible for the psychic to be unable to perceive a breath.

Meng Tianlu's implication is simple.

He suspected that the glasses were not killed by a ghost, but by someone.

"Your Excellency Saint Son is wise and righteous. Everyone knows that. But you should not be too credulous and be deceived by such a villain who hides evil intentions."

He Jianlan's words were sincere, "We all believe in your leadership and judgment, but now the situation is difficult to understand, you may wish to refer to our opinions."

When everyone heard it, they all answered, "Yes, Master Shengzi, what Senior He said is not unreasonable."

"This logical reasoning is reasonable and reasonable. It is worthy of Senior He, who is known as a wise brain! If Seniors weren't aware of the details, we would have been deceived by this white hair."

"Senior is really amazing!"

Not only them, but even the barrage of the live broadcast by He Jianlan and others are speculating.

[That actually makes sense, after all, only two people knew about the whole process of the crime scene last night. If they can collude well, it will be death or alive, whether black or white can be subverted at will]

[Indeed, Senior He’s reasoning is strong and well-founded, and there is plenty of room for maneuver in every link]

[Only I am thinking, one E-level and one F-level, how did you complete the tragic scene last night? 】

[If you go back upstairs, if you have this kind of copy, the number of people with the inner ghost card must not be dominant. So either the inner ghost is too much stronger than the ordinary card, or there must be a special permission opened by the main system]

[So that's the case, thank you for the answer, so it seems that this E-level suspect is indeed the biggest, I don’t have to wash it]

......

The Messiah's eyebrows grew deeper and deeper.

Everyone is waiting for his final judgment.

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

"Furthermore, the iron proof you cited earlier is not universal in the S-level dungeon."

Messiah means something.

Meng Tianlu was taken aback, his face rose to the color of pig liver.

He is indeed a good psychic, but the quality of psychic is also hierarchical.

There is a saying circulating in the infinite loop, "The collective meditation of ten low-level psychics is not comparable to the perception of a middle-level psychic."

The lowest-level psychic has a lot of entry ways in each D-level copy in the infinite loop.

Low-level psychics are not much stronger than ordinary people at all, and even when facing "good friends" they will accelerate their grievances into the body because of their special physique. Therefore, unless it is a survivor who really has no special props and desperately wants to go, he will choose to accept low-level spiritual media quality. Generally, these survivors are mixed up, and after they have enough survival points and do not plan to develop in the direction of psychics, they will almost spend points to wipe out this physique.

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

There are senior and top levels above the intermediate level, and there is a top psychic in the S level.

However, due to the rare quality of the spiritual media, there are very few ways to obtain the intermediate spiritual media in the B-level dungeon. If you want to go up again, the A-level dungeon corresponds to the high-level psychic, and the S-level dungeon corresponds to the top-level psychic. A large team with no background can't afford it.

Meng Tianlu is a low-level B, 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 dungeon, unless it is a top-level psychic, otherwise all the existence of psychics in the dungeon cannot be sensed by ordinary psychics.

This is what the Messiah meant.

Earlier, He Jianlan and Meng Tianlu were complacent, thinking that they had found Zong Jiu's flaw.

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

Instead, Zong Jiu set out and watched the whole process coldly from the side.

Aside from other things, Zong Jiu found it funny enough that He Jianlan could still be called a brainer.

"Have you finished?"

He shrugged, "To put it bluntly, it means that you suspect that I am a ghost and want to worship each other."

This is indeed the case. The main system strictly prohibits internal fighting among the survivors or trainees, even if the suspicion of the old people facing him is written on his face, it will not help him for a while.

This was also the abacus and plan of Zong Jiu at the very beginning. It's just that because of the quack doctor, he needs to advance temporarily, but he is really not afraid.

The white-haired young man smiled casually, "Why bother? Everyone is sensible, why not open the skylight to speak bright words, anyway, today I will put it down. In the next two days, you will walk on your Yangguan Road, and I will walk on my single-plank bridge. As for that clue...heh, don't even think about it."

These words were merciless and ironic. The eyes of the old man on the opposite side almost burst into flames.

Zong Jiu didn't care at all.

He lowered his arms and turned to look at the Messiah.

"Thank you for taking care of me this long time, and thank you for choosing to trust me. But everyone has opinions on me, and I don't want you to be embarrassed. Leaving is my choice, it has nothing to do with you, and I cherish it."

Finally, Zong Jiu nodded at him impenetrably, and passed them without looking back.

[Oh oh oh oh! Ah Jiu mighty! Ah Jiuchong! Mom loves you! 】

【it is good! Do it alone, I respect you as a man! The powder is set, the powder is set]

[Oh...this is not so good, Shengzi is obviously facing him, why just leave it like this, obviously there is still room for recovery]

[I’m also thinking, now it’s comfortable to speak ruthlessly and be prestigious, but he’s an E-rank... this copy is an S-rank, so I’m still talking about it]

The young man walked with a straight back and a long back.

The scattered white long hair was like a ray of light in the sky, and immediately disappeared in the distant darkness.

Standing behind Sheng Yuqi's face flushed, "Brother Nine is not what you said, you are spitting blood!"

The high school student stomped fiercely on the ground and trot all the way towards the corridor.

He Jianlan pushed his glasses, "Look, it's mostly in the same group."

"Hey, one E-level and one F-level. I'm so embarrassed to speak up here. It's still unknown whether I can survive today."

Jiang Yuan took a fierce "bah" towards their backs, turned his head and saw the unsightly expression of the blond saint child, and fell silent.

The Messiah stood in place, with long blond hair hanging down on both sides of his cheeks, but there was no smile on his face.

When the Son of God smiled, he was really like the savior described in the Bible, but from the smile he gave people a sense of closeness and compassion.

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

After a long time, the Messiah exhaled from his chest.

His azure blue eyes swept across every trainee present like a blade sharply, and said slowly.

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

"This time it may be Brother Zong, next time? Who will be the victim of your unwarranted suspicion next time?"

"I am disappointed."

He Jianlan's heart is next. He tightened his fists, avoiding Qin Ye's eyes, "Your Excellency--"

"No need to say more."

Messiah waved his hand wearily, "No next time."

Under the anger of the Saint Child, even if the others were chanting the clues of the S-level props in their hearts, they would not dare to say a word. They hurriedly packed up and obeyed the arrangement, according to the grouping list assigned early in the morning, and continued to search for the missing information between the first floor and the first floor.

However, on the other side, Zong Jiu encountered something not big or small.

The white-haired young man squinted his eyes, and calmly surveyed the stairs beside his feet.

This is a very dilapidated concrete staircase with traces of potholes left on it, and even some of it can be clearly seen as remnants of bomb craters, full of historical decay.

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

But just now, he walked out of the entire twenty-third level.

Zong Jiu stopped and looked up thoughtfully.

On the stairwell not far away, rusty old-fashioned clocks are hanging on it.

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