Thriller Trainee

After returning from the studio, many people discussed the special welfare activities announced by the main system at the last minute.

Not only the way this event was carried out, but also the true face of the mysterious tutor, the topics were enough for the trainees to discuss with the audience in the live broadcast room for a long time.

[My God, the true face of the tutor, who wouldn't want to know! 】

[Come here, have you opened the bet, come and guess who the tutor is among the trainees]

[Wait, did you make a mistake? You think, what the main system usually likes to do is not to dig holes for others to jump. What it said just now did not explicitly say that the instructor is in the category of trainees. Don't be so eager to open the bet. In case the instructor is the trumpet of the main system, anyway, it is now pitted by the main system. I am Don’t believe it’s nonsense]

[Indeed, what I said upstairs makes sense. Just listen to the main system's words. When I first heard about special welfare activities, I felt strange. Even if the main system is really sending warmth, it is impossible to get it so simply. 】

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In the eager discussion of other people, Zong Jiu directly led Xu Su, who was unconscious, to the exclusive elevator for A-level trainees.

Xu Su is now A grade. Of course, seeing him fainting and still restless, still with a tear-stained face, knows that he would rather not have this A grade.

Zhong Yiyuan and Anthony carried Xu Su in one hand and carried them into the conference room in the A-level corridor. Perhaps it was the alliance and friendship concluded on Judgment Day that made these three people familiar. After all, there were almost five to twenty-three trainees who insisted on taking the second main line at the beginning, and there must be some sympathetic revolutionary friendship.

"Put him on the sofa."

Zong Jiu commanded them, then turned his head and rang the bell for the waiter to take care of them.

"Go change clothes first, and gather here in thirty minutes."

They came the fastest. Except for a few of them, Zhuge An, Fanzhuo, Tuyumen and Exorcist all greeted them first, and went back to the room to take a shower and clean up.

After setting up Xu Su, Zong Jiu turned around and left with the others and returned to his room.

He had just walked into the corridor, and the butler who had been waiting for a long time greeted him, bent down and respectfully took over his muddy dusty long windbreaker, and instead pushed a pair of brand new cotton slippers that had been heated to the point. Come.

"Welcome back, sir."

"Hot water is ready for you. Maybe you want to try some freshly baked scones and afternoon tea after bathing?"

Zong Jiu paused his hands when he unbuttoned his chest button, and glanced at the blue and white cat by the fireplace.

After hearing the sound, the cat who squinted and curled up into a fire gave him a cold look, then glanced at him uninterestedly.

Good guy, this is the attitude a cat should have.

Zong Jiu shook his head in his heart, "Let's make a pot of Darjeeling."

To wash away one's fatigue, hot water bath is the best way.

The young man lay on his back in the bath, with a white hair cascading down like a waterfall, and the end dropped into the hot water. After being soaked, it was attached to the bare/naked back and shoulders, like snakes full of seduction.

When I was in the bath, I was okay. Zong Jiu took a look at the special event rule book on the side and put a bubble bath ball into the pool water by the way.

The white bath ball rolled twice in the hot water, suddenly exploding a large swath of colorful bubbles, clustering him in the center.

Zong Jiu raised his head lazily and stretched out a hand to turn the page.

"Mask Party Rules and Precautions"

The rest time for the trainees this time is exactly two months. The dance party set by the main system will be held on the thirtieth day of the first month. It will last for one day and go directly to the 31st.

This time the main system specially showed off that the rules for the next instance are more complicated. According to Zhuge An's reasoning, the next dungeon will be Super S Grade dungeon in eight or nine times, and the number of people with less than two thousand people will definitely fall to the point where there is no one in ten.

The rules of the makeup masquerade are as follows:

1. The prom starts at 7 pm on the 30th and ends at 10 am on the day.

2. To participate in the ball, you must wear a formal dress and a mask to enter the venue.

3. The dance party is divided into three stages.

The first stage is the admission stage, which lasts for one hour.

The second phase starts on time at nine o'clock in the evening. The second stage of the dance party officially kicked off, when you can freely invite your partners to dance and talk. The mentor will release a clue at this stage. If the mentor can be successfully found from the crowd, the third stage can be started.

In the third stage, trainees can invite their determined tutor candidates to dance. After the dance is finished, if they choose the right one and can tell the true identity of the tutor, they can get the mysterious prize of this makeup masquerade.

The above is an explanation about the mystery prize and stage of the prom.

The next rule book is the ordinary rules, which also points out a clear path for other ordinary trainees. After all, this is a special welfare event. Just participating in a dance party can't achieve this goal.

First of all, the rule book recommends that all trainees go to the indoor city on the first floor to buy some clothes and decorations for themselves.

Because when the ball starts, everyone will have to wear different dresses and masks to enter the venue.

Under the premise of not revealing oneself, the more people can be recognized, the more survival points will be rewarded.

Similarly, if you are recognized by more people, the rewarded survival points will be deducted.

The rule book also stated that the modelling room opened on the eve of the dance party in the indoor city on the first floor can even change the height and body contours.

As soon as this rule comes out, one can imagine how many demons will be dancing in the makeup mask ball at that time.

After all, this is not a playhouse, but the final benefit is the survival points. If the next dungeon is really a super S grade dungeon that cannot use props, then the survival points will undoubtedly become extremely useful.

Of course, in order to restrict the trainees from turning themselves into a completely different person, the main system forces them to retain three salient characteristics, and the main system will open up clues to other trainees from time to time. It can also make the game more exciting.

After reading it, Zong Jiu threw the rule book away and twisted his eyebrows tightly.

The hot and white mist filled his brows and eyes behind his back, and the long and narrow ends of the eyes were also dyed with squiggly color.

If you were suspicious in the first place, you can now see the rules and you can directly determine it.

There is no doubt that this is a bright invitation.

Now, among all the trainees, there is no more than one slap that knows that No. 1 is the instructor. I don't know if no.2 is aware of it, but anyway, Zheng Zong Jiu and Zhuge An know this well.

Not to mention, in the countermeasures discussed by Zong Jiu and Zhuge An, the next step is to solve No. 1 as the real identity of the instructor as soon as possible to prevent more innocent trainees from standing on the wrong team.

Therefore, the make-up masquerade is a blatant conspiracy, and it is also a blatant provocation.

As the leader of the other alliance, Zong Jiu not only had to find the devil from the crowd full of disguise, but also had to expose his identity as a trainee in the public.

Although he still doesn't know what kind of signal the main system is to activate this behavior that is obviously detrimental to his allies, this time even if it is Yangmou, Zong Jiu can get it.

After figuring this out, Zong Jiu suddenly stood up and plunged into the bath full of hot water and colorful foam.

He swung around the bottom of the water a few times before breaking through the water, combing his five fingers into a comb, pulling the wet forehead on his forehead to the back of his head, squinting his eyes and stepping out of the bath.

Although there have been many situations in the copy of Judgment Day. But in Zong Jiu's heart, he always distinguished clearly.

I was really curious about what kind of dungeon world should be to cast a character full of malicious distortions like no.1. Now that I know it, I feel that it is not unreasonable. To some extent, Zong Jiu, who is extremely similar to him, is the most understandable.

He and the devil are the same person, he doesn't care about the past, and he won't be obscured by any haze from the past. If you want to use this past to work on a madman, then there is really no need for it.

Therefore, this past is no more than an episode, and the tit-for-tat between them, the life-and-death situation has not changed.

But maybe there are.

Zong Jiu put on his clothes, picked up the brand-new windbreaker that was set aside, and his drooping eyes were obscure.

Like the little devil frankly that the adult body was reluctant to kill him, Zong Jiu also found that he couldn't do it either.

On Judgment Day, he had countless opportunities to kill the little devil at the weakest moment, but he chose to let it go again and again.

For him, whose feelings are almost nonexistent, it is too unbelievable.

Is it possible to become an old enemy and still have spiritual infection?

The white-haired young man sneered, and for the thought that came out of him, he took the Darjeeling tea with the right temperature and drank it, and left the room with the butler bowing his head respectfully.

When Zong Jiu walked to the meeting room at the end of the corridor, Xu Su was already awake.

His condition after waking up was not necessarily better than when he was in a coma. He lay on the sofa blankly, did not get up, his pupils were dilated, and he had lost the luster of ordinary ghosts and spirits.

Xu Sen’s death hit him too hard, and onlookers could easily see that Xu Su even grew up many years old in just a few hours, and his soul also went away with Xu Sen’s death. Now, all that is left is a walking dead.

The white-haired young man frowned and glanced at Zhuge An, who was standing aside earlier than him but closed his eyes in silence.

"What? You want to die at all, right?"

Zong Jiu laughed angrily at Xu Su's appearance, "I really should let Xu Sen look at you like this."

Hearing the familiar words, Xu Su suddenly recovered from the state of loss of soul.

He opened his mouth, before he could say anything, his tears fell like a broken thread, like a conditioned reflex, which could not be stopped.

"Okay, there is no way. Have you forgotten the reward for the first place in the thriller trainee competition?"

Xu Su had already, suddenly sat up from the sofa, as if a helper had grabbed the last straw.

It is a universal wishing ticket.

The main system promises a wish ticket that can be realized immediately even if the desire to become a **** immediately is made.

If it's a universal wish ticket, I want to make a wish for resurrection... it must be possible too.

Thinking of this, Xu Su's eyes dimmed again after hard work.

As we all know, only after the final round of competition, the one who ranked first among the 100 trainees can get the universal wish ticket.

Xu Su has this determination and courage, but when he thinks of that adult, there are so many S-classes that are much stronger than him, he can't help but feel a little sad.

He knew that this method mentioned by Brother Nine was his last hope, no less than a bit of a serious patient. Even if he knew that the **** of death was pressing harder, he still used saline to his body, drinking poison to quench his thirst.

"Put away your frustrated expression and be obedient."

Zong Jiu patted him on the shoulder, "Your eldest brother, I have no special wish to make for the time being. Perhaps I am in a good mood. It is not impossible to make a wish to resurrect all the survivors who died in an infinite loop."

When Xu Su heard it, he jumped up from the sofa hill like riding a rocket, and suddenly kneeled to the ground, banging his head directly at Zong Jiu, tears flying.

"Brother Nine...I must be with you! Brother, you will be my brother from now on. If you want me to die, I am absolutely nothing!"

As long as there is hope, the desperate can carry on with hope and continue to live.

The two of them had a conversation there without noticing that Zhuge An suddenly opened his eyes, and the dark pupils inside were obscure.

It just so happened that Zong Jiu turned his head at this moment, "Looking at Xiao Xu being so sad here alone, Zhuge elder Zhuge apparently arrived first but sat with his eyes closed and calmed down, why didn't he say a few words of comfort?"

Zhuge secretly reduced the dark color in his eyes, and said faintly: "I am not good at emotional problems."

"No, haven't you ever been in love?"

Zong Jiu looked at the opponent suspiciously, thinking that this guy doesn't have the same innate bugs as lack of emotions like him.

The black-haired man did not answer this question, but closed his eyes again, and said coldly, "The wise are not in love."

Zong Jiu:? ? ?

Good guy, these words sound okay, thinking about it is really winning! Almost all the people in the world who are addicted to love have been scolded again, and at the end they also praised themselves.

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