Thriller Trainee

A whole morning's carpet search was obviously thorough enough, but there was still no unnecessary discovery, not even a clue of what happened decades ago.

There is a B-level old man in the team who has studied cryptography for a certain period of time. He arranged the books in the entire library, as well as the clues obtained by different groups in different places, including the "pnpso" obtained in the ward. When I got there, I racked my brains and thought hard, but I couldn't explain anything.

"Logically speaking, it is impossible for such a former military base not to leave secret reports."

The man drew circles on the white paper with a ballpoint pen, "But I used several different solutions, but I couldn't get any clues. I can't rule out the possibility that this base has its own password."

Generally, when such characters and letters appear, the first thing that comes to mind is password-related, especially if there is a military base.

[It’s so strange. Why can’t I figure it out? Could it be that this string of letters has some different metaphors? 】

[I’m also curious about this. However, I still think it is more likely that this is a string of passwords. I don’t know if you have noticed that there is a whole bookshelf over there filled with books related to this aspect. Maybe the Holy Son and the others also discovered this, That’s why I tried to use a password to solve it]

“In classical cryptography, aren’t there ciphers like the Vigenère cipher that require a key?”

Messiah thoughtfully said, "Stop it first. Either we are going in the wrong direction, or we are missing a key clue."

He Jianlan, who was standing aside, frowned deeply.

It was almost noon now, but their extensive search still yielded little results. Everything was the same as last night, stuck at a certain point and unable to move forward.

If this continues, it will be a waste of time. However, what they lack most now is time, and what they cannot waste the most is time. If there are no more clues, by the latest after dinner tonight, we will have to start taking the initiative regardless of losses.

Just as He Jianlan was thinking, suddenly a series of rapid footsteps came from outside the door from far to near.

He stood up from his seat and walked to the door.

"Holy, His Excellency the Holy Son."

A C-level trainee who ran up from downstairs stood at the door of the library, bent over and gasping, "Something happened!"

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When Messiah led the people staying in the library to the scene of the incident, some people had already gathered around the scene.

The old people and the newcomers talked in low voices, with undisguised looks of fear on their faces.

Seeing the blond saint coming, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, as if they had been given a piece of reassurance.

"Your Majesty the Holy Son."

"Great, Lord Holy Son is finally here."

...

Messiah nodded towards the crowd and walked to the path formed by the crowd spontaneously spreading out.

This is the stairwell on the first floor. People were blocking the stairs leading to the second floor below, one by one poking their heads to look down. As soon as they stepped out, they quickly retracted as if they were afraid of being assimilated into the deep darkness.

The stairs leading to the second floor were very dilapidated. Not only was it dilapidated, but it was also so dark that it seemed to prevent them from prying eyes. There was not even a light on it.

Messiah tilted his head and looked deeper into the second floor below.

Not only was there no light in the stairwell, but the entire corridor on the second floor was also dark.

No one knows what kind of terrifying existence is hidden in this darkness.

"what happened?"

As he walked, he looked towards Qin Ye, who was in charge of this area.

Qin Ye: "I took them to check whether there was any missing information in the ward on the first floor, and then suddenly a new person came over and reported that he heard strange noises in the stairwell, so I brought people over. "

The blond saint raised his hand to signal everyone to quiet down. Everyone fell silent.

At first, no one heard anything, but gradually, after being silent for about a minute, everyone heard the strange rustling sound.

This sound is very strange, there is no rhythm to follow, and it is like the sore feeling of something sharp scratching on an iron plate, which makes people's skin crawl and hair stand on end.

The barrage was chattering and discussing.

[This dungeon is indeed so peaceful. It was noon the next day and I still hadn’t explored the entire mental hospital. Although the conditions are so good, the medical staff were nowhere to be seen during the day]

[The main reason is that the Holy Son’s organizational power is too strong. If it were another dungeon, all the old people would be thorny and would not obey anyone. Then there would be a greater chance of being singled out and more accidents.]

[Indeed, if you look at this dungeon, only one person who went to the toilet alone will die. At other times, everyone acts as a team without any sense of expectation. Everyone just needs to follow the orders of the Holy Son without thinking.]

[Don’t worry, if they don’t have any more clues, they may have to go down to the second floor if they don’t want to anymore]

He Jianlan's eyes were full of shock that could not be concealed, "Is there anything alive under this?"

"No, it doesn't necessarily have to be a living thing." Qin Ye said, "It could also be something else."

They all looked at Meng Tianlu who was standing aside with his eyes closed and concentrating.

Last time on the second floor below, Meng Tianlu tried to let go of his senses, but ended up falling into a coma.

Being comatose means that all the spiritual power of the medium has been drained away. The feeling of the brain being extremely dry is as uncomfortable as if someone is grinding it on the top of the head with a saw. It will take several days to recover.

Fortunately, Meng Tianlu did not encounter such an emergency alone. Because the overdraft of a psychic's mental power is a very scary thing, a horrific tragedy once occurred in an S-level dungeon "The Ancient Well of Evil Spirits".

Not long after entering the dungeon, a senior psychic accidentally connected with the most terrifying existence in that dungeon. At the moment of the link, the high-level psychic's mental power was drained away, and the evil spirit took over the psychic's body.

The last three teams that entered the S-level dungeon were all spared and were destroyed. I don't know how many years later, when this dungeon was restarted, a latecomer found the diary of the last survivor who opened the dungeon in the dungeon, and then learned about such a terrifying past event.

"I don't feel anything right now. It may be because of the loss last night... I haven't recovered yet."

Looking at the darkness on the second floor, Meng Tianlu felt unsure.

"I'll give it a try. If you find something wrong, knock me out immediately."

There is really no other way. He is the only psychic medium in the entire copy. Although he is only an intermediate psychic medium, he can only rush to put it on the shelves now.

Meng Tianlu opened his eyes wide, trying hard to ignore the waterloo he encountered here last night, and was about to use his mental power to explore again.

"etc."

Messiah suddenly interrupted his perception, "Just put the rope down, we need information now."

The rope Messiah talked about was He Jianlan's special prop.

It's wrong to say it's a rope. The full name of the prop is called a knotted lasso, and it's a B-level prop that He Jianlan got in a B-level dungeon.

It has a very simple and wide range of uses. It can be used for attack, defense, and even detection. It is also the reason why He Jianlan received a high B-level evaluation. Relying on this practical and powerful tool, other old people have to give him some face.

He Jianlan hesitated: "Will..."

"No," Messiah said, "I am here."

The golden-haired Holy Son already held the high priest's staff in his hand. A few fresh green leaves hung from the branches like dead trees, casting a light golden halo in the dim corridor, which looked quite reassuring.

Now that Messiah has taken out all the S-class props, He Jianlan will naturally stop being coy.

He took out his knotted lasso very simply, and with Meng Tianlu's cooperation, slowly lowered it through the gap between the stairs.

A circle of people surrounded the place, everyone nervously staring at the place where the rope hung down.

He Jianlan's knotted lasso has an ability setting that will definitely tie it to something. This determined that as long as the rope was taken out and put down, something would be tied up automatically and then they would work together to drag it up.

Hmm... I don't know whether the person dragged up is a human or a ghost. Overall, it's still very risky.

Normally, He Jianlan would never take such a risk. But the Messiah has already taken out the high priest's rod, so there is no point in risk assessment, just go ahead and do it.

Zongjiu, who came out of the bathroom, saw this scene and glanced sideways.

Sheng Yu, who had been looking for him but couldn't find him, hurriedly came down from upstairs. When he saw the person behind the crowd, his eyes suddenly lit up, "Brother Ninth!"

The high school student must have been looking for him for a long time, and he couldn't control his voice. When he shouted, everyone around the stairs heard him.

Ninth brother?

They all turned around and saw the white-haired young man standing there with a smile.

It's nothing to stand there. What's important is the person standing behind him.

The black-haired man's eyes were as cold as a pool, and he had the same indifference around him as always, as if the whole world owed him millions.

Not to mention other people, even the audience in the Messiah live broadcast room were shocked.

[Damn it, it’s only been a while, how come this white-haired beauty is hugging Boss Zhuge’s lap? 】

[Let me tell you, who would be stupid enough to refuse the invitation of the Holy Son and quit the team directly? Oh, it turns out that he was well prepared and the connection was seamless]

[Actually, it makes sense. They were guessing here before that the white-haired person and the F-level one were moles. In fact, I think the white-haired person is more similar to Zhuge An.]

[Awesome, good-looking people are different. Even two of them are S-level bosses. I feel like a lemon]

You can see it in the barrage, there's no reason why other trainees can't see it.

In the past two days, Zhuge An has been like a dragon without head or tail. Except when he can see it when eating, he doesn't know where he is at other times. It's mysterious.

This time, it was the first time they saw No. 3 outside the restaurant. What's even more shocking is that the boss seems to know Zong Jiu. At least if he doesn't know him at all, it can be easily seen from his demeanor and behavior that the atmosphere between them is relatively harmonious.

Zong Jiu was not affected by this atmosphere at all.

He nodded casually towards Sheng Yu, "What's the matter?"

From a distance, Sheng Yu had a mournful face and said, "Brother Ninth, I went downstairs to chase you, but I went back and forth several times and didn't find you."

Zong Jiu glanced at the suddenly tight rope in the stairwell, "Really? Thank you for still believing in me."

"Senior He, the rope has moved!"

He Jianlan was about to speak, but when he turned around, he noticed the pull of the rope in his hand. So he turned around again and hurriedly pulled with others.

Sheng Yu struggled to pass through the crowd, and during this process he also received looks of disdain and rejection from some newcomers.

Also, he and Zong Jiu are now their certified moles, equivalent to rat droppings in a stinking ditch. No matter whether they have grievances or not, no one will dare to approach them.

"Brother Ninth, is this...?"

Just when Sheng Yu saw Zhuge An and wanted to ask Zong Jiu quietly, the white-haired young man suddenly patted him on the shoulder and spoke seriously.

"Xiao Sheng, I have a task for you."

This was the first time Zong Jiu addressed Sheng Yu in such a serious manner. The high school student suddenly felt as if he had been given a shot of blood, "Brother Ninth, tell me!"

Zongjiu pointed behind him, "Go over and see what they are doing."

"But..." Sheng Yu was a little frustrated, "When they see me now, they avoid me like a snake or a scorpion."

"Don't be afraid, they are messing with you now. You just need to squeeze in, take a few peeks, and figure out what happened."

The white-haired young man's eyebrows were arched, "Didn't you say you wanted to hang out with me? I've found a new partner for you now."

Hearing this, New Legs glanced at them who were whispering coldly.

"I'm going to negotiate terms with him now, and you can go find out the information. We'll meet up again during lunch."

Maybe these words reminded Sheng Yu of their current situation. So the high school student mustered up the courage, stood at attention, and saluted, "Okay."

"I will definitely handle the matters assigned to me by Brother Ninth!"

“It’s nice to have energy.”

Zong Jiu praised without sincerity, and finally looked at the people over there who were already working together to pull up the rope. Together with Zhuge An, they turned into the ward next to him one after another.

"Boom——"

The ward door was gently closed.

In the silent air, the black-haired man suddenly sneered, "Negotiate terms?"

The barrages in the two live broadcast rooms came out one after another.

[The collision of E-class and S-class! Why am I so excited! 】

[No, how did this white-haired beauty say this?]

[Wow, there is an aura of equality as soon as I enter the door. I feel like my sword is on the verge of breaking out. I feel that this conversation may not go well]

Indeed, for an E-class person to be so confident in negotiating terms with No. 3, he is a bit too confident.

Zong Jiu looked calm, "What? Doesn't Mr. Zhuge still have extra clues now?"

"If there are any extra clues, you won't be sneaking behind me and following me, right?"

Zhuge An didn't speak.

Although the other party appeared to be watertight on the surface, Zongjiu didn't care and continued on his own, "Unfortunately, I have the clues you want to know. - Clues about the S-class props in the operating room. Isn't it?"

That's right, Zongjiu would rather leave the team early than reveal S-level clues to others. He wanted to use this news as his biggest trump card.

After all, this clue is not only related to the S-level prop, but also closely related to the main plot of this copy. If this clue is lost, the future development of the copy is still unknown.

With this trump card, Zong Jiu is equivalent to having a life-saving talisman.

Before he revealed this news, or before others had the same clues from Dr. Chu, he could use this trump card to negotiate terms with anyone else, with full confidence and no fear.

For example, now, Zongjiu has approached Zhuge An.

Zhuge secretly narrowed his eyes, "You are confident."

"Aren't you afraid that I will use other means to force you to reveal the clues?"

"No, you won't."

The white-haired young man shook his head affirmatively.

This is the information Zong Jiu deduced from the original plot.

At the beginning of the original copy, there was a chapter where the perspective of the character was given to Zhuge An. It was through this chapter that Zong Jiu learned that the identity card the other party got was an ordinary card.

Of course, in addition to this... he also took advantage of the plot to learn some of the character traits of this boss Zhuge.

For example, arrogant and conceited, perverse and aloof.

These character traits were profiled bit by bit by Zong Jiu from the memories of the plot, and transformed into the determination he has today.

Zhuge secretly glanced at Zong Jiu deeply.

Yes, he would indeed not do the threatening thing just assumed.

It's not that you can't.

After all, if an S-class wanted to deal with an E-class, to be exaggerated, it was still the result of Zhuge An's hand in the bathroom. Because to put it bluntly, the physical qualities of ordinary people and S-class are not on the same physical level. The former are ordinary people, while the latter may be special forces who have undergone physical enhancement.

So, it’s not that I can’t, but that I disdain.

He didn't bother to use such despicable methods.

Seeing that Zhuge An didn't say anything, Zong Jiu knew that he was probably right.

The smile on the white-haired young man's face grew wider, and he stretched out his hand, fully expressing his friendly attitude.

Of course, his friendliness is limited to what is profitable.

"How's it going? Happy working together?"

"Did you enjoy testing me?"

The black-haired man looked at him with squinted eyes and raised the corners of his lips sarcastically, "You are more interesting than those ignorant creatures with average single-cell brains out there."

As he spoke, he stretched out half a finger symbolically, shook it briefly, and then touched it with disgust, as if being in contact with a mortal like Zong Jiu was his greatest favor in relieving his dignity.

Zongjiu: "...?"

He really wanted to ask the boss, are you in the second phase of high school yet? You are as beautiful as a flower when you don't talk, but why do you get beaten up so much when you talk?

Although a cooperative relationship was concluded, the atmosphere in the ward fell into silence again because of Zhuge An's words.

In order to ease the awkward atmosphere, Zongjiu decided to tell a cold joke.

He was truly curious and spoke very seriously, "Brother Zhuge, I have a question."

"Do you have an ancestor... named Zhuge Liang?"