Chapter 29: Las Vegas (1/2)
There was silence in the bathroom, and the crimson liquor still flowed quietly in Venus' arms, allowing the surrounding air to be stained with fragrant and fragrant wine.
The golden dome is reflected in the reflection of the dark liquor, as if in a trance like an all-night extravagant party on the Mount Olympus in the legend.
Puppet master!
Zong Jiu raised his eyelids and repeated uncertainly: ”Will the person manipulated by the puppet silk leave the slightest trace of manipulation?”
The black-haired man nodded slowly, ”Yes, there is no trace, it can only be identified by the difference or clues of this person from the past.”
There is no doubt that if the ability of the no.1 demon is really as Zhuge An said, then this ability is definitely enough to call it an unsolvable skill.
The five puppet silks can completely turn people into puppets without mentioning them, and the person being/operated is still ignorant of it and completely loses the ability to perceive it.
Of course, the most terrifying thing is that there is no trace, even knowing his ability is not very useful, because others can't tell who the devil has manipulated, and who is one of the puppets under the devil. It's creepy to think about it this way.
No wonder he has so many enthusiastic followers. This ability is indeed worthy of the name no.1.
Zong Jiu slowly exhaled from his chest, ”The stronger the ability, the greater the restriction.”
It is so terrible, it can be called a bug-like horror ability. If there is no restriction, no.1 can directly control all trainees or NPCs, and there is no need to participate in this competition. A simple inference can be made from this. Although the ability of the puppet master sounds terrible, there are still limitations, and most of them are quite large.
”Not bad.”
Zhuge nodded appreciatively: ”But the problem is - no one knows what the conditions for the devil's ability to activate, even the conditions are not clear, let alone evasion.”
He didn't say the latter sentence, but both of them knew it well.
Because... the person who knew, either died or turned into one of the puppets, the fate can be imagined.
Zong Jiu fell into deep thought again.
According to Zhuge's secret, he really couldn't think of any need for the devil to participate in the thriller trainee competition. Is it just for the reward of the universal wish ticket for the first C debut?
Although it made sense logically, Zong Jiu's intuition told him that there must be some unknown conspiracy in it.
”Let's change the subject.”
After talking about the ability of no.1, the white-haired young man turned his head, ”Then how can you know so clearly about the power of the devil, Lord Zhuge?”
”Since there is no trace of the devil's manipulation, do I have reason to believe that you also have the suspicion of being unwashed?”
Faced with this problem, the black-haired man's face looked very cold, and even the eyes that looked at Zong Jiu showed a subtle disgust.
”I can't believe that you would ask such a stupid question.”
If Zhuge An had been/manipulated long ago, then it is impossible for him to help Zong Jiu in the first instance, let alone stand here in time to tell him what ability No.1 has.
How can such a boring person declare to the world that his hole cards are not successful?
Of course Zong Jiu knew this truth, but even if he was free, he would go to tease Zhuge in secret.
There are countless mysteries on this guy, including his attitude towards himself, which gives Zong Jiu a very subtle perception.
Now the information between him and Zhuge An is not equal. Zhuge An obviously knows a lot about him, and the root cause is probably the ”prophecy” in the other party's mouth. However, Zong Jiu didn't know anything about him, he only knew an aloof personality, extremely clever, and so witty and demon image.
He doesn't like the feeling of being out of control.
What's more, the opponent is still such a dangerous and resourceful character, this kind of person simply has to guard 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 know when it comes time to know.”
”I won't tell you now, it's just that the time has not come.”
Zong Jiu: ”...”
He wanted to say it last time, this no.3 speaks mysteriously, like a deceitful magic stick.
”Your attitude has to make me suspicious, no.3.”
The white-haired young man folded his arms and smiled, ”I keep saying that in the prophecy, I and no.1 are destined enemies, but in fact they have been intensifying the conflict in front of me...In my opinion, you and no .1 is the one that really has the festival.”
Zong Jiu didn't use a questioning tone in this sentence, because it was obvious that Zhuge An and the devil had not such a good relationship. Otherwise, the other party can't commit the crime again and again, and again and again come to hang around in front of him, giving him so much precious information for nothing.
”Do not.”
Zhuge yanked the denial, concisely and concisely.
”only you.”
Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows, ”Really? That's a terrible line.”
Zhuge secretly ignored this ridicule, his expression was stern, and he took a deep look at the white-haired young man.
”I don't like to make promises. But in any case...I will not be the one that is hostile to you. Our interests will eventually be the same. You can rest assured of this.”
Zong Jiu shrugged and didn't say whether he believed it or not.
”I'm not here to give you chips.”
Zhuge secretly put down his hands and got up from the leaning golden wall.
When in the mental hospital, all the trainees wore medical gowns, which greatly blurred their personal colors. Now after returning to the trainee dormitory, everyone put on their usual outfits, which facilitated Zong Jiu's profiling judgment.
The man's black hair is like ink, his eyebrows are like swords, and his expression is cold and handsome.
Dressed in a robes of pure black, the cuffs are embroidered with dark patterns of flowing clouds, and the waist is tied with ancient jade with dragon patterns. When walking around, the hem and cuffs are slightly raised, which is very frivolous and vulgar, and feels lonely and cold.
This outfit is quite common, after all, there are people who wear strange outfits among trainees. There are Indian shamans with feathers on their heads and painted faces, as well as women's ladies who start to release themselves after entering an infinite loop.
Just now, when Zong Jiu was playing cards at the A-level gaming table, he heard someone say that Zhuge An was a stubborn iron cock. Relying on his own ability to count cards, betting at the central gaming table several times, or just fold the cards after bad luck and get a low-probability hole card. Using them all together, Chen Cang's countermeasures in the empty city darkened, and Chen Cang used them one by one. Almost no one was able to retreat under a series of frauds, and he had to be peeled off before he died.
Unexpectedly, it looked like a madman, but in fact it was a barren iron cock.
With this summary, Zong Jiu was not surprised by Zhuge's secret words.
He didn't speak, but stood calmly on the spot, waiting for the other party's next words.
Sure enough, after showing that he would not provide cash chips, Zhuge An sent him another clue.
”The main system does not say that only special items, lives, or rare items can be exchanged for chips. If you read the rule board at the front desk carefully, you should know... There is also a non-physical object that can be found in the main system. Redeem chips.”