Thriller Trainee

The devil is in a good mood.

During the recent period of time, he manipulated No.8 to watch the show everywhere, and he has not lost the front-line fun.

Although things did not develop as he thought during the second monthly exam, it was not bad.

Of course, the most interesting one is the magician who has torn off the surface of peace.

no.1 is very much looking forward to what kind of beast he will release, especially after the other party said "will destroy this copy", the devil's heart's interest has reached its peak.

The magician after the change of attitude is so delicious, so delicious that he can't help but want to unpack this beautifully wrapped gift box in advance to see what a surprise baby is inside.

Before Zong Jiu came to his office, No.1 had been waiting for him here in his spare time.

The moment the white-haired magician opened the door, the demon was sitting behind the desk, put down the pen in his hand, and looked at him with a smile on his head.

"The teaching office just contacted me not long ago. I heard that you removed all the monitors in your class?"

The man played with the pen with his fingertips, as if asking casually, but his tone was vaguely expressing appreciation.

Unexpectedly, it was not just a white-haired young man who came in.

There was still a group of people behind him.

Behind Zong Jiu, the trainees brought by the coercion were all standing at the door, and their faces that had just been flaunted after seeing the no.1 in the office died down one by one, revealing sheer fear.

These trainees are all thorns in several other classes. They do not obey the managers and former whistleblowers, which are unstable factors in the group.

When the monitors of each class brought these people, none of them were convinced, but after Zong Jiu threatened to bring them to find this adult, they became quail one by one.

"Hurry up, don't waste time, go in."

The squad leader of Class 6 pushed these people into the office impatiently, and carefully glanced at No.1 inside with a zeal and admiration, until the door slammed shut in front of him with a bang.

These trainees didn't dare to get out of the atmosphere after they came in, and they were trembling visibly in place with their naked eyes.

Only the white-haired young man standing in front of them was not only not afraid at all, but even bluntly ordered, "Let them absolutely obey me."

no.1 raised his eyebrows, and before he could speak, Zong Jiu said coldly, as if he knew what he was going to say in advance, "Your Excellency is useless in the second monthly exam. The npc cooperation rewards will continue to be used, but Divide?"

The truth is that there is nothing wrong with it, but this requirement for cooperation is really worthy of scrutiny.

The devil squinted his dark golden eyes to look at him, and the curvature of the corners of his mouth became more and more dangerous.

His gaze swept over the trainees who were standing in the corner of the office, trying hard to retract themselves, and their voices were indistinct.

"You let me manipulate these ants?"

No.1 is indeed the ability to have a puppet master, but the problem is that he is not willing to manipulate anything.

Like Sheng Yu at the beginning, it was to get close to an abandoned son of a magician. Lin Guoxing was to control a chess piece of Azan in black. Those who can be controlled by the devil are either a springboard or directly the ultimate goal of the devil. Even if there is an intermediate value, it is just a castaway to achieve the goal.

Several trainees thought he was angry, their knees softened, and trembling, they wanted to kneel on the ground.

On the contrary, Zong Jiu, like an unrelated outsider, nodded his head indifferently, and asked a rhetorical question at the end.

"Your Excellency won't keep your promise, will you?"

The black-haired demon looked at him for a long time with meaningful and creepy eyes.

In the next second, the tapestry-style scarlet curtains at the back of the office went without wind.

The light in the dimly lit room was flickering, and it was gloomy for no reason.

The man sitting at his desk lazily raised his hand.

The cold wind blew up from the flat ground, abruptly pulling down the temperature of the entire room by several degrees.

Around the pair of white gloves, thousands of invisible silk threads seemed to have escaped from the void, and each one was glowing with a cold metal like cold light, which was unstoppable.

It's a pity that only two people in the office can see it.

At dusk, the dim sunlight penetrated through the raised curtains, spreading on the brown wood floor of the office, reflecting a crisscross pattern of dark shadows, revealing indescribable fear.

The trainees opened their eyes one by one, their faces twisted in horror, but before they had time to speak, they stopped in their throats forever, their heads drooped and stood silently one by one.

After doing all this, the man got up from the desk, his eyes smiled, "Enough?"

This is the first time Zong Jiu has seen the devil use the power of the puppet master in front of him.

He put forward the request for the reward, and then deliberately brought these people over, in fact, he also had the meaning of blatant temptation in his heart. After all, not long ago, no.1 also reached the key clue that Zong Jiu does not belong to this world. Now it is nothing more than ruling the human body by the way of the human being.

I have to say that after the complete viewing is over, it is impossible not to be jealous.

Such unpredictable methods, no matter where they are placed, will evoke fear in people's hearts.

The most frightening thing is that Zong Jiu is not just a temptation, he also deliberately brought a year-level thorn head over. In general, there are nearly ten, in order to see where the demon puppet master’s ability ends. How many people need other conditions besides physical contact and bloodshed to achieve complete manipulation.

But he made a mistake.

no.1 didn't even touch anyone directly, just moved his fingers lightly, and turned the trainees present into his puppets.

But he did reveal certain conditions of his abilities before, and Zong Jiu didn't think the devil would be interested in lying on this issue.

So the white-haired young man raised his eyebrows, "Enough is enough, but are you sure they have been manipulated? Doesn't your ability require physical contact to activate?"

The devil smiled, "Under normal circumstances, it is indeed so good, but in this instance... there are always some unexpected gains."

Seeing that Zong Jiu still wanted to speak, the man suddenly took a step forward, bends down ambiguously, and put his finger against his mouth.

"Hush, your reward has been honored."

The soft fabric can't stop the cold body afterwards, and it makes the thin lips colder.

Zong Jiu raised his head slightly, and stared at him without showing any weakness. Deep in his pupils, the flames that had been ignited not long ago were still shining brightly.

The devil looked down at him, only feeling that the cells and blood all over his body were clamoring to destroy him.

But he calmed down, like an active volcano suppressing gushing magma, also because he knew that the food should be cooked to the best temperature before eating to enjoy the deliciousness. The index finger of the glove was slightly bent, and he touched the young man's lips intentionally or unintentionally.

The man's voice was dull, with an unbearable hoarse, and extremely sultry.

"If I tell you everything, there will be no fun in solving puzzles, little magician."

"Now, let me see how you can destroy this copy."

"Don't forget, you still owe me one more time."

......

After leaving the office, Zong Jiu's face was clouded.

This time the temptation can only be said to be evenly divided.

He couldn't get more information about the ability of No.1, but he achieved his goal, at least making the disobedient people become obedient.

Whether this "obedient" manipulated by No.1 is really obedient, no one knows.

The least that can be said is that even if these people don't cooperate with his work, as long as they don't cause trouble, Zong Jiu has no more demands on them.

He returned to the classroom.

The next arrangement is that there is no arrangement.

The monitors of the other two classes obviously lacked trust in his plan. They planned to put the eggs in two baskets, and asked the whole class to work hard in the remaining 30 days, trying to reach the 1,000-point mark. On the side, it can be considered a two-handed preparation.

Only the painting style of Class Nine is incompatible with them.

Zong Jiu said that he didn't need to study in the next time, and the trainees of Class 9 really didn't study. Every day, the class was either to hold a seminar or to tear up a few draft papers and gather together to play cards. I go to bed at ten o'clock every night. After these ten days, my dark circles have basically faded, and I feel refreshed.

In the first weekly test, their scores for the whole class did not rise but fell, and they dropped from more than 800 to more than 750, shocking the entire grade and the barrage live broadcast room.

[No...Class 9 believes in magicians that way? Their state is like giving up hope.]

[I am also worried here, watching them eat, sleep, and play every day, and all the other live broadcast rooms are nervously writing questions, I wonder if I went to the wrong set]

[But the problem is that Class 9 doesn’t have a backup plan, so I won’t talk about how difficult it is to destroy the instance. They don’t even prepare a way out. I’m really sweating.]

[Maybe the masters are brave, anyway, this copy will be closed in more than ten days anyway, by then it will be clear whether the 9th class can be seen at a glance, and why are you worrying about it?]

Indeed, no matter what the outside world evaluates or guesses, Class 9 just stays still and what should I do.

Finally, just after the second weekly test, a new clue was sent to Zong Jiu.

As early as last month, the paper **** of Tuyumen lost contact near the sinking pond of the iron gate.

The only information that can be known is that in the last picture sent to him by the paper god, a faceless teacher seemed to see the paper in the corner, took a broom and swept the paper nearby.

At the same time, because that area was really too grieving, it greatly reduced the spiritual power attached to the paper god.

As a result, when everyone felt that the paper **** had been brave and righteous, while sleeping a few days ago, Tu Yumen suddenly had a dream.

There will be some subtle connections between the onmyoji and the shikigami, especially the shikigami that is completely nurtured by the onmyoji spiritual power. It is very likely that it will be in a dream state before its spiritual power is insufficient or completely disappeared. , Pass the final pictures and clues to their owners.

There was nowhere to look for the iron shoes. This clue happened to come from the iron gate near the sinking pond, which often had no faces, but did not know its purpose. It is very possible that the paper **** was brought in by chance and got such an unexpected clue.

In the picture passed back by Shikishen, there are stacks of snow-white papers, and there are scenes of faceless people around the round table making questions.

That room turned out to be the question paper bank of No.1 Middle School.