Thriller Trainee

Play a game?

A trace of interest flashed in the devil's eyes, and it was rare that he had some inversion of his lines being snatched away.

Because he always invited magicians to play games. Whether it’s the first middle school copy, the Halloween copy or the masquerade party, both of them have used this as a stage and played games or gambling with different content.

However, this time, it turned out that the magician was the first to request the game.

I have to say that he really knows how to arouse interest in No.1. With just these few words, the devil swept away the lack of interest, and the golden eyes suddenly lit up, revealing an eagerness to try.

"How to play?"

Got the bait.

Zong Jiu said in his heart, but his face remained calm, "Since you have secrets, I also have secrets. We are both interested in each other’s secrets, so it’s better to see each other frankly. Straightforward."

"You ask, and then I answer. I ask a question, and you answer it. Regardless of what the questioner asks, the respondent must answer it in detail without excuse. How?"

"Of course, since it is a game, both parties have the right to lie. But if the lie is discovered by the other party, then they have to bear the corresponding consequences."

In fact, this rule is more beneficial to Zong Jiu.

no.1 Although madness goes mad, there is still a little bit good, he never bothered to lie.

When they were still tit-for-tat rivals before, even if the two people attacked each other again and again, the devil did not deceive Zong Jiu on the information aspect, but instead came together again and again to send him a lot of information for free.

Instead, it was Zong Jiu.

The job of a magician is to deceive the eyes of the audience, and occasionally use words to guide others' attention. Therefore, this kind of thing like fooling people is simply familiar to him, and he is so proficient that he can't be more proficient.

Obviously, what Zong Jiu can understand is naturally not hidden from the devil.

The man squinted dangerously.

The magician lay on the **** bed with one hand lazily propped his head, with long white hair spreading on the surface of the sheets, and there are traces of water mist all over his body, which is very visual impact.

His eyebrows became deeper and deeper under the water vapor, and he was staring at him with a full smile. The bathrobe was loose and wide open, revealing a pale chest.

Thinking of the evaluations that the copy NPCs gave to the magician at the auction, the devil felt quite pertinent.

A beautiful kitten. Although fierce, it often gives people some unexpected surprises.

The main thing is that you never know where this cat will go next.

For example, like now, racking my brains to lure the prey to the bait, trying to fool with words.

The man let out a sigh of laughter, his fingertips shaking happily.

He would never know that no matter how he deliberately pretended to be nonchalant, the cunning flowing in those pale pink pupils would always be exposed in the eyes of the devil.

So cute.

How could the devil refuse such a cute kitty when it came to the door?

"of course."

The shadow played with the young man's white hair, rubbing his fingers in the gap between the ends of the hair, and slipping from the slender fingers.

He agreed.

Zong Jiu pretended to shirk, "Since I proposed the game first, the dealer should be courteous, so you can ask first."

"Oh?"

The devil raised his eyebrows pretending to be surprised, and his gaze stayed on the young man's neck that looked like mutton jade. "Since your Excellency the Magician said so, then I have to respectfully follow my fate."

"You are not a person in the real world, nor are you any npc in any Super S Grade dungeon..."

The man lengthened his voice slowly, as if asking an inconsequential question, "So, where are you from?"

Here comes boy, the first question is so sharp.

This question is not easy to answer, and it is not easy to fool. Because Zong Jiu didn't know how much the devil knew about this.

The little devil once stated his guess in affirmative sentences. Before that, no.1 had guessed that he was an NPC of the Super S-Rank as early as the copy of No.1 Middle School.

Zong Jiu paused and decided to be vague.

"Yes, I am not a person in the real world, nor an NPC from a Super S-class copy. But I also don't know what definition of my original world is in the mouths of you and the main system. Maybe it is a different world?"

This sentence is correct.

Because he really wears books.

In the real world where Zong Jiu lived, various cross-traveling themes were commonplace, and the book-wearing was also popular for a while.

As a web essay enthusiast who occasionally reads web articles, Zong Jiu knows well that he has entered the book "Thriller Trainee". As for why the world in this book is so real, the magician has also made corresponding guesses.

Maybe it's the dimension.

The dimension he is in before he wears the book is higher than this world, so what happens in this world is just a book in his world.

But these are just speculations, Zong Jiu will not say it, but will stop.

"It's me."

Seeing that the other party didn't raise any questions, Zong Jiu quickly brought this topic up.

His question is the key to his proposal of this game.

Of course, in order not to expose his true intentions so quickly, Zong Jiu decided to follow the lead.

"What deal did you do with the main system?"

According to Zhuge An and others, the devil only destroyed the "perfect world" at first, holding the special props left by the survivors, and following the guidance through the turbulence of space, and came into an infinite loop.

In the memory that the little devil showed to Zong Jiu, the survivors who came to the perfect world to perform missions originally wanted to lure the little devil to return with them to the holy city. They used to be under the night sky of the desert for the six-year-old one. Hao painted a beautiful blueprint.

They describe the infinite loop as a paradise, Gensokyo where there is no pain or suffering.

But in a sense, those who survived were right, because the demons who were born out of malice did like infinite loops.

However, even so, it is unexpected that the demon can cooperate with the main system.

The main system has been mechanically cold for so many years, just like a high-dimensional spatial brain, an absolutely rational existence. The cooperation between the two of them was abnormal from the beginning.

The devil chuckled lightly, his tone casual.

"It wants to accumulate energy and return to higher dimensions."

"What do you mean?" Zong Jiu frowned.

"Wanting to make a wish requires good energy, but the realization of the wish will also have karma in return."

"The main system is originally the intellectual brain of the high-dimensional world, and it will be reduced to the low-dimensional world because of the lack of energy."

no.1 gave him an example.

The demons in **** cannot come to the human world unless humans call them out of **** and make a wish. Then the demons can use the power of this wish to break through the seal, stay in the world and cause misfortune everywhere.

The magician suddenly realized, thoughtful.

This statement is also a bit like the animal spirits of ancient Chinese legends.

It is said that animals such as weasels and foxes have practiced for many years, and when they feel that they are about to transform themselves, they usually need to go to the place where humans are, spit out human words, and ask the first person they meet, "What do you think of me?" , The colloquial saying is "discussing seals."

Because human words have power, they will transform into what they say they resemble, and human words will also determine the level of magic power after they are transformed.

It is said that some people in the legend were shocked when they met this kind of talking animal at night and called them ugly. As a result, the ugly spirits who later turned into ugly spirits held a grudge, and caused that person to be full.

With this example, Zong Jiu almost understood.

Why does the main system hold this seemingly thankless thrilling trainee competition? It turns out that it wants to go to a higher dimension through some kind of causal force that the wish is fulfilled.

The clue was colluded all at once.

Zhuge dark previously guessed that this wish can only be implemented within the scope of the main system, but if there are trainees making a malicious wish, for the main system, holding a game with great effort is equivalent to falling short.

It is precisely because of this that perhaps the main system has taken a fancy to the devil's ability to manipulate puppets, and actively seeks out the door, also in order that the wish ticket can be held in its own hands. The devil was purely for fun, so it hit it off.

The round turned to the demon's side.

"I'm very curious, why would you be willing to put yourself yoke?"

If the first round is a temptation, then the second round has some sharp implications.

The tension between the two people, both overtly and secretly, that had ceased to stop, began to thicken again.

Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows: "I am willing."

He was silent for a while, these three words didn't seem to be in line with the rules of the game they had set, so he had to reluctantly add one more sentence.

"Hate can never restrain or change a person, but love can."

Zong Jiu is indeed indifferent, but he will definitely remember the kindness of the old nun to him and will be obedient.

"Love?"

As if he heard something funny, the man let out an undisguised laugh from his chest.

What he was laughing at, the two knew each other well.

One is missing, the other is born in the swamp. This word is too far away from them, too far, even far enough to be ridiculous.

"That's a shame." The devil sighed pretendingly: "It's clear that we are so similar."

The magician sneered.

It is indeed similar and good, one is a hidden crazy physique, the other is crazy and blatant.

If two people are mad and brazen, then it is called a mountain that cannot tolerate two tigers, and the king does not see the king, and the true immortality is endless.

Now Zong Jiu has a good temper. The little devil is pitiful and cute, so he doesn't bother to care about it. Where is the devil sighing here?

"Stop talking nonsense, it's me next."

The two faced each other, one hidden in the shadows, and the other lying sideways on the bed.

The light in the room was very dim, and the candlelight jumped on and off, stretching their reflections and blending them, adding a hint of inexplicable flavor out of thin air.

"Da da da."

Just as they were asking and answering, there was a pattering voice outside the window.

It's raining.

The Duke, who had been sitting silently on the high-backed chair, got up, and under the control of the puppet line, it turned into the outsider present, honestly using his old waist to close the window and draw the curtains.

The rain came without warning, and the change from light rain to rapidness was only in a moment, and it suddenly fell into the ground vigorously. The sky and the earth are dark, and only the electric light is roaring behind the thundercloud, pale and cold.

The heavy windowsill cut off the sound of rain.

The game continues.