Thriller Trainee

There was silence in the bathroom, and the deep red wine was still flowing quietly in Venus's arms, dyeing the surrounding air with the fragrant aroma of wine.

The golden dome is reflected in the reflection of the dark wine, making it look like the legendary all-night extravagant drinking party on Mount Olympus.

Puppet master!

Zongjiu raised his eyelids and repeated uncertainly: "A person controlled by puppet silk will not leave any trace of being manipulated?"

The black-haired man nodded slowly, "Yes, there are no traces. We can only barely identify him through the differences or clues about this person."

There is no doubt that if the ability of the No. 1 demon is really what Zhuge An said, then this ability is definitely enough to be called an unsolvable skill.

Five puppet threads can completely turn a person into a puppet. The person being manipulated is actually unaware of this and has completely lost his ability to perceive.

Of course, the most terrifying thing is that there is no trace. Even if he knows his ability, it is of little use, because others cannot tell who is controlled by the devil and who is one of the puppets of the devil. It's really creepy to think about it.

No wonder he has such a cult following. This ability is indeed worthy of the title of No. 1.

Zongjiu slowly exhaled from his chest, "The stronger the ability, the greater the restriction."

Such a terrifying ability, which can be called a bug. If there are no restrictions, No.1 can directly control all trainees or NPCs, and there is no need to participate in this competition. From this, we can simply infer that although the puppet master's ability sounds terrifying, it still has limitations, and most of them are quite large.

"good."

Zhuge An nodded appreciatively: "But the problem is - no one knows what the conditions are for the demon to activate its ability. They don't even know the conditions, let alone avoid them."

He didn't say the latter part, but both of them knew it.

Because... anyone who knows is either dead or turned into one of the puppets, and the end can be imagined.

Zongjiu fell into deep thought again.

According to what Zhuge An meant, he really couldn't think of any reason for the devil to participate in the thriller trainee competition. Is it just for the universal wishing coupon reward for the first C position debut?

Although it made perfect sense logically, Zongjiu's intuition told him that there must be some unknown conspiracy involved.

"Let's change the subject."

After talking about No. 1's ability, the white-haired young man changed the topic, "Then how do you know so clearly about the demon's ability, noble Lord Zhuge?"

"Since there are no traces of the devil's manipulation, do I have any reason to believe that you are also under suspicion?"

Facing this question, the black-haired man's face looked very cold, and even the look he looked at Zong Jiu showed subtle disgust.

"I can't believe you would ask such a stupid question."

If Zhuge An had really been manipulated, there was no way he could have helped Zong Jiu in the first dungeon, let alone standing here with no time to tell him what kind of abilities No. 1 had.

How could anyone be so boring and tell the whole world that his trump card was useless?

Of course Zong Jiu knew this truth, but he still wanted to tease Zhuge An even if he was free.

There are countless mysteries about this guy, including his attitude towards himself, which gave Zong Jiu a very subtle understanding.

The information between him and Zhuge An is now unequal. Zhuge An obviously knows a lot about him, and the root cause is probably the "prophecy" the other party mentioned. However, Zong Jiu knew nothing about him, only that he had an aloof and aloof character, was extremely intelligent, and was so wise that he almost seemed like a monster.

He doesn't like the feeling of being out of control.

What's more, the other party is such a dangerous and resourceful character. This kind of person simply has to be guarded against.

"You don't have to use such a clumsy way to test me."

The black-haired man said coldly: "There are some things that you will naturally know when it's time to know them."

"If I don't tell you now, it's just that the time has not come yet."

Zongjiu: "..."

He wanted to say it last time. This No. 3 spoke mysteriously, like a swindler.

"Your attitude has to make me suspicious, no.3."

The white-haired young man crossed his arms and smiled half-heartedly, "He kept saying that in the prophecy, No. 1 and I were destined enemies, but in fact, he kept intensifying conflicts in front of me... In my opinion, you and No. 1 are destined to be enemies." .1 is the one who really has a festival.”

Zongjiu did not use a questioning tone when he said this, because it was obvious that the relationship between Zhuge An and the devil was not very good. Otherwise, the other party wouldn't have to wander in front of him again and again, giving him so much valuable information for nothing.

"No."

Zhuge secretly denied it and spoke concisely.

"only you."

Zongjiu raised his eyebrows, "Really? What a terrible line."

Zhuge An ignored the ridicule. He looked at the white-haired young man deeply with a stern expression.

"I don't like to make promises. But no matter what... I will not be the one who is hostile to you. Our interests will eventually be the same. You can rest assured of this."

Zongjiu shrugged, not saying whether he believed it or not.

"I'm not here to give you chips."

Zhuge An put down his hands and stood up from the golden wall he was leaning on.

When they were in the mental hospital, all the trainees wore hospital gowns, which greatly blurred their personal colors. Now that they have returned to the trainee dormitory, everyone is wearing the clothes they are used to wearing on weekdays, which makes it easier for Zong Jiu to make a profile judgment.

The man has black hair, sword-like eyebrows, a cold expression, and is handsome and unparalleled.

He is wearing a Taoist robe that is pure black, with dark cloud patterns embroidered on the cuffs, and a dragon-patterned jade tied around his waist. When he walks, the hem and cuffs are slightly raised, which makes him look frivolous and unworldly, lonely and cold.

This outfit is common, after all, there are trainees who wear all kinds of strange clothes. There are Indian shamans with feathers on their heads and painted faces, and there are cross-dressing bosses who start to let themselves go after entering an infinite loop.

Just now, when Zong Jiu was playing cards at the A-level gambling table, he heard someone say that Zhuge An was a stingy person. Relying on his card counting skills, he gambled at the central gambling table several times. He either folded his cards directly after getting a low-probability hole card due to bad luck, and didn't want to bet on the previous bet; or he was very aggressive, using all 36 strategies, such as the empty city strategy, the secret attack on Chencang, and the counter-espionage strategy. Almost no one could escape from his serial frauds. If they didn't die, they would have to be skinned alive.

Unexpectedly, he looked like a madman, but in fact he was a stingy miser.

With this background, Zong Jiu was not surprised by what Zhuge An said.

He didn't speak, but stood there calmly, waiting for the other party's next words.

Sure enough, after stating that he would not provide cash chips, Zhuge An sent him another clue.

"The main system doesn't say that you can only use special items, life or rare items to exchange for chips. If you look carefully at the rules board at the front desk, you should know... there is also a non-physical existence that can also be exchanged for chips in the main system." The black-haired man looked at him meaningfully, "The S-level item you got in the last copy should also come in handy." Zhuge An knew that he got the S-level item, and Zong Jiu was not surprised. The No. 3 in front of him collected all the clues the next day and directly passed the unsolvable copy. Zong Jiu got such a high evaluation in the last copy, and half of the credit came from him. Logically speaking, the main system would definitely deduct points for such unearned behavior. In the end, the main system not only did not deduct points, but also raised him to S-level. Thinking about it this way, the ownership of the S-level item in the last copy is naturally self-evident. Moreover, Zhuge An has collected all the information of the last copy. If nothing else, the reading room may have been searched by this big guy. Although he chose to leave the dungeon directly, which benefited Zong Jiu who was picking up branches behind him, the possibility that he knew what the S-level prop was was also very high. After all, all special props come from horror dungeons. Before being collected by trainees, they are derivatives of horror dungeons. Some dungeons even revolve around this prop, so it is not surprising that information is left.

In the final analysis, it is the information asymmetry between the two sides that makes Zong Jiu feel uncomfortable.

He knows nothing about Zhuge An, but Zhuge An seems to have seen through his past and even his future.

How can he let down his guard?

Knowing that it is impossible for both parties to establish trust, he still said "You can trust him". I don't know what this person's intention is.

Watching the black corner of the clothes disappear in the corner of the bathroom wall, Zong Jiu shook his head and took back the poker in his palm, turned around and walked into the cubicle, and took out his tarot cards from the system backpack.

Even if Zhuge An didn't say it, Zong Jiu could think of this new prop he had found.

As an S-level item, isn't the function of the twenty-two major arcana to provide clues when there are no clues?

He spread out the tarot cards, and they floated up one by one, automatically stacked in the air, waiting for the next instruction from the white-haired young man.

Zong Jiu looked at the floating cards in the air, and kept thinking about the actions of the NPC doctor in the mental hospital.

When he was in the studio, Zong Jiu noticed No. 1.

Perhaps because he had studied mental magic before, he had a strong intuition about the gaze. Almost the moment this sticky and malicious gaze fell on him, a wave of trembling currents began to roll from the tailbone at the end of his spine, extremely cold, just like what he felt at the central gambling table just now.

At that moment, Zong Jiu even thought that Dr. Chu had chased him out of the mental hospital copy and came to him for revenge.

It's hard to describe this feeling.

Dr. Chu gave him a very bad feeling. Although he looked extremely perverted on the surface, he was superficial, false and deliberate. It was rare for Zong Jiu to look him in the eye, and it was as if he could see the abyss from the pupils behind the gold-rimmed glasses.

That doctor was definitely not as simple as he seemed. But after all, he was just an NPC, and Zong Jiu had also taken revenge. After leaving the dungeon, he did not take this person to heart.

But now... thanks to Zhuge An's timely rain.

Those intermittent and fragmentary inspirations were all integrated together to form an incredible pattern.

"Then let me see if you are the same person."

Meditation, shuffling, cutting, and arranging cards.

The young man's slender fingers gently brushed across the back of the cards and finally landed on one of them.

He gently pulled the tarot card floating in the air out of the deck.

At the same time, the system showed that his remaining number of draws had become two, and the cooling time was twelve hours.

This cooling time is either long or short, it’s just right.

Zongjiu slowly opened the drawn tarot cards.

On the front of the card, there is a huge demon with an inverted pentagram on its head, stepping on the chains tied around the human neck, and grinning.

Card number 15 of the Major Arcana, the Devil.

really.

Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows unsurprisingly.

Good guy, no wonder he always felt a slight sense of oppression and malice from the other party. It turned out that he rewarded him with a hammer and directly printed a copy for him, so the relationship was settled.

All the trainees are on the same starting line, but now No. 1 is blatantly manipulating NPCs to cheat, which is really a thief.

"Main system, apply to exchange chips."

[The exchange channel has been opened for you, you can redeem the corresponding chips by directly saying the exchange silently]

Zong Jiu lowered his eyes.

Zhuge An would not give him useless information. Since he mentioned that chips could be redeemed through the non-physical channel of the main system, this clue must be valuable. In addition, he was able to direct the topic to No. 1 before, Zongjiu felt that the trouble was probably due to this.

He tried to feed this information back to the system that the trainee was acting as an NPC. The next moment, a cold voice sounded in his mind.

[Successful exchange, chips increased by 50,000]

[The information has been redeemed. Note that trainees are not allowed to inform others of this information through any means, otherwise they will be punished]

Zongjiu: "...?"

Why is No.1's information fed back to the main system, and the main system actually gives him more chips?

Moreover, the second notification from the main system is very subtle if you think about it, and it obviously means to seal the money.

A bold idea came to Zongjiu's mind.

He focused his attention on the suspended tarot cards again and started the remaining two fortune tellings.

Meditate, shuffle, cut, and arrange the cards.

Meditate, shuffle, cut, and arrange the cards.

There is no doubt that the same card was drawn in these two fortune tellings.

The white-haired young man held the devil card in his hand and laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his waist.

Maybe No. 1 never dreamed in his life that the puppet technique, which he was so proud of, even No. 3 Zhuge An had stamped and certified it and had never been discovered by anyone, would actually pass in front of a small C-level like this. The almost playful approach of tarot card divination is completely exposed.

Zong Jiu felt that he no longer had to worry about what Zhuge An said. As long as this S-class prop is around, the devil's vest can be found in minutes.

When I am in doubt, I will give you a hexagram. The ancients sincerely did not deceive me!

He kept the most important piece of information he got from the three fortune-tellings, exchanged it with the main system once more, and then swaggered back to the gambling table with 190,000 freshly baked chips.

This time Zongjiu did not avoid the devil's gaze, but instead took the initiative to smile meaningfully at him.

On the high seat of the gambling table, No. 1's right eyelid suddenly twitched.