Chapter 11: Mental hospital (2/2)
”Furthermore, the iron proof you cited earlier is not universal in the S-level dungeon.”
Messiah means something.
Meng Tianlu was taken aback, his face rose to the color of pig liver.
He is indeed a good psychic, but the quality of psychic is also hierarchical.
There is a saying circulating in the infinite loop, ”The collective meditation of ten low-level psychics is not comparable to the perception of a middle-level psychic.”
The lowest-level psychic has a lot of entry ways in each D-level copy in the infinite loop.
Low-level psychics are not much stronger than ordinary people at all, and even when facing ”good friends” they will accelerate their grievances into the body because of their special physique. Therefore, unless it is a survivor who really has no special props and desperately wants to go, he will choose to accept low-level spiritual media quality. Generally, these survivors are mixed up, and after they have enough survival points and do not plan to develop in the direction of psychics, they will almost spend points to wipe out this physique.
The spirit medium quality will not really start to play a role until it reaches the intermediate level. At this time, the spirit medium is enough to be called a spirit medium.
There are senior and top levels above the intermediate level, and there is a top psychic in the S level.
However, due to the rare quality of the spiritual media, there are very few ways to obtain the intermediate spiritual media in the B-level dungeon. If you want to go up again, the A-level dungeon corresponds to the high-level psychic, and the S-level dungeon corresponds to the top-level psychic. A large team with no background can't afford it.
Meng Tianlu is a low-level B, naturally just an intermediate psychic.
As the difficulty of the copy increases, the ability of the psychic will be suppressed.
It is said that in the most terrifying S-level dungeon, unless it is a top-level psychic, otherwise all the existence of psychics in the dungeon cannot be sensed by ordinary psychics.
This is what the Messiah meant.
Earlier, He Jianlan and Meng Tianlu were complacent, thinking that they had found Zong Jiu's flaw.
They didn't expect that the S-level props clues that appeared in the operating room allowed other trainees to infer the specific level of the copy of the personal show, which also fulfilled He Jianlan's reasoning omission.
Instead, Zong Jiu set out and watched the whole process coldly from the side.
Aside from other things, Zong Jiu found it funny enough that He Jianlan could still be called a brainer.
”Have you finished?”
He shrugged, ”To put it bluntly, it means that you suspect that I am a ghost and want to worship each other.”
This is indeed the case. The main system strictly prohibits internal fighting among the survivors or trainees, even if the suspicion of the old people facing him is written on his face, it will not help him for a while.
This was also the abacus and plan of Zong Jiu at the very beginning. It's just that because of the quack doctor, he needs to advance temporarily, but he is really not afraid.
The white-haired young man smiled casually, ”Why bother? Everyone is sensible, why not open the skylight to speak bright words, anyway, today I will put it down. In the next two days, you will walk on your Yangguan Road, and I will walk on my single-plank bridge. As for that clue...heh, don't even think about it.”
These words were merciless and ironic. The eyes of the old man on the opposite side almost burst into flames.
Zong Jiu didn't care at all.
He lowered his arms and turned to look at the Messiah.
”Thank you for taking care of me this long time, and thank you for choosing to trust me. But everyone has opinions on me, and I don't want you to be embarrassed. Leaving is my choice, it has nothing to do with you, and I cherish it.”
Finally, Zong Jiu nodded at him impenetrably, and passed them without looking back.
[Oh oh oh oh! Ah Jiu mighty! Ah Jiuchong! Mom loves you! 】
【it is good! Do it alone, I respect you as a man! The powder is set, the powder is set]
[Oh...this is not so good, Shengzi is obviously facing him, why just leave it like this, obviously there is still room for recovery]
[I’m also thinking, now it’s comfortable to speak ruthlessly and be prestigious, but he’s an E-rank... this copy is an S-rank, so I’m still talking about it]
The young man walked with a straight back and a long back.
The scattered white long hair was like a ray of light in the sky, and immediately disappeared in the distant darkness.
Standing behind Sheng Yuqi's face flushed, ”Brother Nine is not what you said, you are spitting blood!”
The high school student stomped fiercely on the ground and trot all the way towards the corridor.
He Jianlan pushed his glasses, ”Look, it's mostly in the same group.”
”Hey, one E-level and one F-level. I'm so embarrassed to speak up here. It's still unknown whether I can survive today.”
Jiang Yuan took a fierce ”bah” towards their backs, turned his head and saw the unsightly expression of the blond saint child, and fell silent.
The Messiah stood in place, with long blond hair hanging down on both sides of his cheeks, but there was no smile on his face.
When the Son of God smiled, he was really like the savior described in the Bible, but from the smile he gave people a sense of closeness and compassion.
But once his smile disappeared and his expression was serious, everyone felt unwarranted fear for some reason.
After a long time, the Messiah exhaled from his chest.
His azure blue eyes swept across every trainee present like a blade sharply, and said slowly.
”Since you are willing to believe me and choose me to be the leader of this temporary dungeon team, then you should follow my instructions and arrangements. Without definite evidence, you should not make such remarks in this situation.”
”This time it may be Brother Zong, next time? Who will be the victim of your unwarranted suspicion next time?”
”I am disappointed.”
He Jianlan's heart is next. He tightened his fists, avoiding Qin Ye's eyes, ”Your Excellency--”
”No need to say more.”
Messiah waved his hand wearily, ”No next time.”
Under the anger of the Saint Child, even if the others were chanting the clues of the S-level props in their hearts, they would not dare to say a word. They hurriedly packed up and obeyed the arrangement, according to the grouping list assigned early in the morning, and continued to search for the missing information between the first floor and the first floor.
However, on the other side, Zong Jiu encountered something not big or small.
The white-haired young man squinted his eyes, and calmly surveyed the stairs beside his feet.
This is a very dilapidated concrete staircase with traces of potholes left on it, and even some of it can be clearly seen as remnants of bomb craters, full of historical decay.
He remembered clearly that the stairs from the first floor to the negative first floor were only twenty-one steps.
But just now, he walked out of the entire twenty-third level.
Zong Jiu stopped and looked up thoughtfully.
On the stairwell not far away, rusty old-fashioned clocks are hanging on it.
The hour hand and steady finger were at ten o'clock, and the minute hand stopped at twelve.