Chapter 29: Las Vegas

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."

The black-haired man gave him a meaningful look, "The S-level props you got in the last instance should also come in handy."

Zhuge would know that he got the S-level props, and Zong Jiu was not surprised.

The no.3 in front of me collected all the clues the next day, and directly cleared the existence of the strange kind of unsolvable copy. Zong Jiu received such a high evaluation in the last copy, and half of the credit came from him. It stands to reason that this kind of unearned behavior is definitely deducted from the main system. In the end, the main system not only didn't deduct points, but instead pulled him to S-level. Thinking about it this way, the ownership of the S-level items in the last dungeon is naturally self-evident.

Furthermore, Zhuge An has collected all the information of the last copy, and apart from anything else, the reading room may have been turned over by this big man. Although he chose to leave the dungeon directly to save Zong Jiu, who was behind picking up branches, the possibility that he knew exactly what that S-level item was was also extremely high. After all, all the special props are derived from the horror copy. Before they are collected by the trainees, they are all derivatives of the horror copy. Even some copies will revolve around this item. It is not surprising to leave a message.

After all, it was the mismatch of information between the two parties that made Zong Jiu uncomfortable.

He doesn't know anything about Zhuge An, but Zhuge An seems to have seen his past and even the future.

How can you let go of your guard?

Obviously knowing that neither of them can be built on the premise of trust, but also to say "you can trust him." I don't know what this person meant.

Seeing the corner of the black clothes disappear into the corner of the bathroom, Zong Jiu shook his head and retracted the poker in his palm, turned his head and walked into the compartment, backhanding out his tarot card from the system backpack.

Even if Zhuge didn't say anything secretly, Zong Jiu could still think of his newly arrived props.

As an S-level prop, isn't the role of the Twenty-Two Major Arcanas to provide clues when there is no clue?

He spread out the Tarot cards, and they floated up one by one, piled up automatically in the air, waiting for the white-haired youth's next instructions.

Zong Jiu looked at the cards floating in the air, and kept thinking about every move of the NPC doctor in the psychiatric hospital dungeon.

While in the studio, Zong Jiu noticed No.1.

Perhaps it was because he had studied spiritual magic. He had a strong sense of gaze. Almost the moment this gaze fell on his body with greasy and malicious gaze, a shuddering current began to roll from the tail vertebra at the end of his back. The cold is extremely terrible, exactly the same as the one I had just felt at the central gaming table.

At that moment, Zong Jiu even thought that Doctor Chu had chased him out of the dungeon of the mental hospital, and asked him to avenge him.

It's hard to describe this feeling.

Dr. Chu felt very bad for him, although on the surface it was an extremely abnormal appearance, but it was on the surface again, false and deliberate. It was rare for Zong Jiu to look at him a few times, as if peeping into the abyss through the pupils that were hidden behind the golden glasses.

That doctor is definitely not as simple as it seems. But after all he was just an NPC, Zong Jiu had also taken revenge, and after leaving the copy, he didn't take this person to heart.

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

Those intermittent, fragmentary inspirations are all integrated together to form an incredible pattern.

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

Meditation, shuffling, cutting, arranging.

The young man's slender fingers flicked gently from the back of the card, and finally landed on one of the cards.

He gently drew the tarot card suspended in the air from the deck.

At the same time, the system showed that his remaining drawable times became two, and the cooling time was twelve hours.

This cooling time is just right if it is long or short, or short.

Zong Jiu slowly turned over the drawn Tarot card.

On the front of the card, the huge demon pouring a pentagram on his head, stepped on the chain tied to the human neck, and grinned open.

The fifteenth card of the Grand Arcana, the demon.

really.

Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows without surprise.

Good guy, it's no wonder that he always feels Ruo Ruowu oppression and malice from the opponent. It turned out that he had given a hammer to others and directly punched a copy, and this Liangzi was also settled.

All the trainees are on the same starting line, but now No. 1 has openly manipulated the npc to cheat, which is really enough.

"Main system, apply to redeem chips."

[The redemption channel has been opened for you, you can redeem the corresponding chips if you directly read the redemption silently]

Zong Jiu sank his eyes.

Zhuge An would not give him a useless message. Since he mentioned that chips can be exchanged through the non-physical channel of the main system, then this clue must be valuable. In addition, he was able to lead the topic to no.1 before, and Zong Jiu felt that most of the tricks came from this.

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

[Successful redemption, the chips increased by 50000]

[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]

Zong Jiu: "......?"

Why is the information of no.1 fed back to the main system, and the main system even adds chips to him?

Moreover, the second notice of the main system is very subtle, obviously with the meaning of giving money to the seal.

A bold idea popped up in Zong Jiu's head.

He re-betted his gaze on the floating tarot card and started the remaining two divinations.

Meditation, shuffling, cutting, arranging.

Meditation, shuffling, cutting, arranging.

There is no doubt that the same card drawn in these two divinations is still the same.

The white-haired young man held the demon card in his hand, and he couldn't straighten his waist with a smile.

Maybe no.1 never dreamed of dreaming in this life. He was proud that even no.3 Zhuge had sealed the puppet technique that had never been discovered before, and passed it in front of a small C-level. The almost playful way of tarot divination is fully exposed.

Zong Jiu felt that he didn't need to worry about what Zhuge said secretly. As long as there is this pair of S-level props, the devil's vest can be found in minutes.

If you don’t decide if something happens, the ancients don’t deceive me!

He kept the most important piece of information he had obtained in the three divinations, exchanged it with the main system again, and then swaggered back to the gaming table with a freshly released 190,000 chips.

This time Zong Jiu didn't avoid the devil's gaze, but took the initiative to smile at him meaningfully.

On the high main position of the gaming table, no.1's right eyelid suddenly jumped.