Thriller Trainee

Without expectation, the huge crystal chandelier went out suddenly.

The darkness in all directions was so thick that it blocked all sight.

Not to mention that Zong Jiu saw the abnormality, and all the blood races present also found something wrong.

In the dark night, the vampire is the eternal king. Night vision ability. They dare to say that they are the first, but no one dares to say that they are the second. However, even the half-vampire couldn't see exactly what the heavy darkness was all over the banquet hall, and even the shadows of people couldn't see one, as if the substantial darkness flowed in front of everyone's eyes, covering all the sight of prying eyes.

[What's the matter? Why did I turn on the light all of a sudden, I entered the wrong live broadcast room? 】

[Sister upstairs, you didn’t make a mistake. Today, the main system was clipped to the underworld, and the underworld operation was inexplicably performed. Those of us who are watching the live broadcast cannot see the banquet hall but can only hear the voice.]

[This wave of the main system is also absolutely perfect, I don’t know what the hell, we obviously can’t get in touch with the trainees in the live broadcast room, so why not let us watch the live broadcast? It’s a little bit cerebral palsy, right?]

[That is, it’s meaningless to only listen to the sound. There are thousands of trainees, how can we hear anything?]

Unlike the scolding survivors in the live broadcast room, in the darkness of the studio hall, all the voices have been reduced or enlarged, so clear.

For Zong Jiu, it was urgent and pressing every step.

After just a fight, he at least figured out one thing.

That is the no.1 puppets surrounding him, there are at least seven puppets, this is still not knowing whether the body is present or not.

It really depends on the number of people to do whatever they want.

The white-haired young man's brows and eyes darkened behind the mask, but his face carried a sneer with a sneer when faced with a challenge.

This outfit has brought Zong Jiu many unexpected benefits, of course, there are also accidents that are beyond control.

He originally wanted to use this to attract demons, but he didn't expect that no.1 didn't even have a costume. What's more funny is that countless fans who claim to be fanatic followers of the devil have mistaken the identity of the true and false no.1 one by one, revealing the fact that they are fake fans.

Zong Jiu could hear it, but he couldn't hear the devil if he didn't believe it.

As long as no.1 can be heard, Zong Jiu's goal has been achieved. It is the biggest goal of being an old enemy to find the other party not happy.

But what he didn't expect was that the main system turned off the lights without stopping.

Everyone was dancing on the dance floor, and everyone knew who was who.

Just at this time, the main system once again started the next round of broadcasts.

[After the clues are released, if the mentor can be found in the dark, then the third stage will start immediately]

[During the dance, you can freely exchange partners after each dance, and the main system will randomly give clues during the dance. Successfully guessing the identity of the dance partner can get 1,000 survival points. If their identity is discovered, they will deduct 900 survival points. If they are trainees who have not been exposed by the end of the prom, they can get an extra 5,000 survival points. reward】

The rest of the trainees are eager to try.

It's actually a bit difficult to find a mentor from the dark, but it couldn't be easier to find an acquaintance. Besides, the remaining trainees account for almost 90% of the total. They are senior survivors and old people with infinite cycles. They are very familiar with each other. Even if they are unfamiliar, they have heard about it. There are people with faces in the infinite loop.

This means that the newcomer will suffer more in this masked costume party, so the main system also adds a rule that if no one guesses the identity from the beginning to the end, you can get rewards. It can also be regarded as protecting the newcomer and supporting the newcomer.

What Zong Jiu needs to do now is to find the real body of No.1 from the circle of demons and demons around him, and then...um...invite him to dance... .

But in short, the invitation to dance is definitely not the point. The real point is that after the dance, he must be in front of everyone and severely dismantle the no.1 instructor status!

Now that the devil had handed him the steps, Zong Jiu naturally had the courage to take up the challenge.

So he was calm, not afraid, and even sneered twice.

"Dare to pretend to be me, I have to say...you are bold."

Different from the processed voices of other trainees, this voice is deep and depressed, and vaguely reveals a danger that cannot be ignored.

Also suddenly far and near.

Is it on the left or on the right?

Zong Jiu suddenly turned around.

In the darkness, he didn't care about revealing his identity, and he swept backwards with the Holy Sword of Physics in his hand.

Fell through.

Not only did he fail, the chuckle also moved behind him, unpredictable.

A person hiding in the dark is like a cat catching a mouse, and like an experienced hunter, facing the prey he has already been watching, he sometimes stretches out his minions to tease him twice, playing people in his palms. Inside, it's extremely funny.

"It's a good performance, but it's still a bit worse in some places."

The devil stared at this extremely similar body in the dark, and his voice was full of joy, "Want to know what's the difference?"

After that, he didn't mean to seek Zong Jiu's opinion, but started on his own.

"First of all, your skin is too white."

In the darkness, the devil's hand slid against the magician's slender wrist, paused for a few seconds on the beating pulse, and then pulled away.

Zong Jiu's pupils shrank, and at the same time he was worried about the rules of the main system. He stepped on the waltz dance steps under his feet and suddenly turned to another place just to avoid this hand.

"The shoulder circumference is wrong."

At the same time, the other hand slid down the slender neck of the white-haired young man to his shoulders, and drew it close as if intimacy.

Zong Jiu grasped that hand and wanted to make a shoulder throw, but only for a second of contact, that hand quietly submerged into the shadow.

No gloves, not no.1 hands.

The magician paused, took this position in his heart, and moved on to the next circle.

"The waist is too thin."

Another pair of hands appeared, and effortlessly circled the waist hidden under the black suit and vest shirt, spinning around in the depression, with full hints.

Zong Jiu couldn't move, and he couldn't move either. He could only follow this hand and the body behind him, and after turning around the beat of the music, he pushed it to the next person.

In other words, he even closed his eyes and didn't intend to move at all.

Because this is not the body he is looking for either.

High above, the low cello joined the ensemble, intertwined with the sound of the harp, ups and downs.

In the dark dance floor below, everyone was spinning and dancing.

"The chin is a bit pointed."

The next person took the opportunity, and the rough fabric surface ran along the beautifully shaped jaw line, pinching the sharpest point.

Zong Jiu didn't do anything this time, so he opened his mouth and bit in the direction of that hand.

"It's murderous," said the slightly smirk and surprised voice: "Finger, um, finger."

The cold fingers were squeezed in from Zong Jiu's gloves, the rough scars and the magician's slightly callused fingers stuck together, tightly wrapped in the black half-finger gloves, inseparable.

The other hand also swam from the edge of the thin lips that the magician had not had time to close, and the corners of his lips were shaved rough, and he stroked the sharp tiger tooth with affection.

The white-haired youth suddenly opened his eyes, and a flash of light flashed quickly in his pale pink eyes.

But because of his posture, Zong Jiu didn't rush to startle the snake, instead, with his strength, after shaking his hand away, he turned and headed for the next darkness.

"Of course... the most important thing is--"

Uncountable number of hands emerged from the darkness, clasped his waist, and put them around his neck.

The devil or devil's puppet put his head on the magician's shoulder with a smile, and took a deep sniff.

"Unique smell."

The breath mixed with cold wood tones of cedar poured into the chest, making people fascinated.

The music began to become particularly soothing, suggesting that it was coming to an end.

When the blue Danube came down, the others exchanged their partners once, but Zong Jiu was good, and exchanged seven times.

"Next time if you want to wear this dress again, remember to pay attention to these details, maybe it can give me more surprises."

Zong Jiu said coldly, "Oh? Really?"

It's too late to say, then it's fast. It was just between the electric light and flint, the magician pushed his elbow back, and his whole body twisted at an incredible angle. He got out of the shackles of the man behind him, and rammed deep beyond the diagonal without looking back. The darkness.

"no more chance."

The person in the dark was taken aback, instead of avoiding it, the smile on his face widened and opened his arms.

He slammed into the arms of a madman.

[Some trainees have locked up their instructor status, and the third stage will start immediately]

Other trainees:? ? ?

The audience in the live broadcast room:? ? ?

Except for the two people in the middle, everyone was stunned.

[What's going on? It’s just finished a waltz, less than ten minutes have passed, how come some trainees have successfully locked in their instructor's identity]

[Grass, this announcement really scared me when it was pushed out, ten minutes, what kind of awesome is this. Is it possible that a mentor is so easy to find? But I have to talk about it. Actually, I'm a bit suspicious of the penguin who stood on the dance floor and didn't know anything...Among so many trainees, he alone didn't respond. Don't you think it's strange? 】

[After confirming the identity of the instructor, it’s dancing, and then say the identity of the instructor, ah, ah, ah, the main system, please turn on the lights quickly, I want to see who discovered the identity of the instructor, and who the instructor is pretending to be ? ! 】

[Upstairs, don’t worry, it’s only the first step to lock your identity, and you won’t be rewarded for misrepresenting your real identity. But I absolutely support the main system to turn on the lights]

In the dark studio hall, all sounds were forced to press the still button.

Dead silence, weird dead silence.

Finally, in the silence, the chief violinist standing in the half-time hand opened the bow.

Indifferent, tactful, with some repelling tunes flowing from the right angle cut by the bowstring on the piano brush.

Upon hearing this prelude, Zong Jiu immediately reacted.

"PorUnaCabeza"

Smell the fragrance of the famous tango among women.

It can be translated as "one step away" or "just one step away".