11. Chapter 11

Because of Zong Jiu's arrogant and bold speech, the dim corridor was silent for a while.

[Fuck, Brother Jiu is so handsome! ]

[Oh my god, this is the first time I see a newcomer dare to talk to an old man in this tone]

In Zong Jiu's live broadcast room, the barrage of comments was full of laughter.

[233333 Look at the face of the trainee who was scolded. They just wanted to get the S-level clues, but they didn't expect to be scolded back, hahahahaha]

[It feels like a cool article, E-level newcomers fight C-level trainees, don't bully me because I am poor in E-level! 】

The C-level old trainee Jiang Yuan who spoke first blushed, "How can you, a mere E-level, talk to a senior?"

"Senior, you are taking advantage of your age."

Zong Jiu sneered, "Forget about that. We are all trainees. Don't act like we are living in reality every day."

"Okay!"

Jiang Yuan raised his voice in anger, "I knew what Senior He said made sense. You are not willing to share even the S-level clues. You are indeed the insider with different ID cards!"

Wow!

The crowd exploded immediately.

Other old people who also coveted the S-level clues echoed.

"That's right. Senior He said he saw you sneaking around our ward early in the morning. If you didn't have something to hide, how could you do such an unnecessary thing?"

"Yes, yes, yes, the doctor just now also pointed at you directly. Could it be that he already knew your identity as an insider and cooperated with the outsiders!"

Now that the old people have united their front, the newcomers who have just figured out what the clues of the S-level props are also following suit.

After all, they have no ability to survive in this copy. They can only survive by clinging to the thighs of the old people. Whether they can survive depends on whether the old people are willing to lend a hand. If they don't flatter them, they will die. There is really nothing they can do.

Just when Zong Jiu almost turned around and left, Messiah, who had been frowning, spoke.

"Quiet."

As if pressing the still button, everyone fell silent.

"I've said it before, it's best not to make random guesses without clear evidence."

The blond saint looked serious, and his blue eyes, which used to be as warm as the Aegean Sea, were now as cold as ice.

"This is the most taboo thing in the team. If there is no basic trust between people, how can we talk about cooperation?"

Everyone was silent.

Messiah continued, "Although there is a rule that the S-level clues are shared by the discoverer. But since Dr. Chu chose to tell only Zong Jiu, this clue belongs to him privately. He has the right not to tell anyone. This is his freedom, and no one has the right to comment."

Under the strong temptation of the S-level clues, there are still old people who are unwilling, "But we have evidence, and all those things he just said are what he did."

"Ask He Jianlan, he saw it with his own eyes."

He Jianlan, who was elected, gritted his teeth, "Yes, I did see it."

He was unwilling to do so despite Messiah's refusal. The eyes of approval spoke, "Sir, I noticed this E-level as early as the first day the dungeon was opened. He sat alone in the restaurant, and he didn't seem strange or unusual about the environment. He even took the medicine easily. And this morning I saw him sneaking around in other empty wards. From this, it can be inferred that he either concealed some clues, or he got a different identity card from us and had a different main task."

Seeing that more and more old and new people began to waver, He Jianlan threw out the trump card.

"If that's not enough, he was also there when that F-level rookie died last night!"

Sheng Yu, who was arguing with the rookies about whether Zong Jiu was a good guy, turned around and said, "You're just talking bullshit! I was there last night, why didn't you say that I was the one who killed the glasses guy?!"

"Hehe."

He Jianlan adjusted his black-framed glasses and sneered, "I haven't said anything yet, but you're so eager to jump out? That's right, I want to say the latter sentence... You two are simply accomplices."

"The original words of the main system were 'find out the existence of the identity card that is different from others in this personal show', but it didn't say how many insiders there are in the entire trainee venue. There may be one insider present, and there may be one insider present. There may be two. But according to the ratio of the number of people, I guess the probability that this number is greater than or equal to three is not high. "

He spoke eloquently, "Compared with people like us who have ordinary cards, the inner ghosts are definitely not superior in numbers. According to the laws of the main system, it will never let the strength of the two hostile parties be too different. So compared to us, you inner ghosts must have unique codes or methods to find your accomplices, and join forces with us ordinary people to compete with us, so that you can complete the main task. "

"This can explain why there were no clues or traces at the crime scene last night, but the F-level died so miserably. You are simply a gang, working together inside and outside, and came to us after setting up the scene. "

Others suddenly realized.

"Are you wondering how you were exposed?"

He Jianlan smiled triumphantly, "The most important reason is that when we were checking, we asked Meng Tianlu to sense it in the bathroom."

Meng Tianlu was the B-level psychic. Hearing what He Jianlan said, he also stood aside and nodded, "I used the psychic ability to sense it in the bathroom, and did not find any residual resentment."

The psychic's perception ability can sense supernatural existence. If Glasses was really killed by those beings, it is impossible for the psychic to not sense even a little breath.

Meng Tianlu's implication is very simple.

He suspected that Glasses was not killed by any ghosts at all, but was killed by people.

"Everyone knows that Your Excellency the Holy Son is wise and righteous. But don't trust others too much and be deceived by such a villain with evil intentions."

He Jianlan's words were sincere and heartfelt, "We all believe in your leadership and judgment, but the situation is unclear now, you might as well refer to our opinions."

When everyone heard this, they all followed up, "Yes, Lord Holy Son, what Senior He said makes sense."

"This logical reasoning is reasonable and worthy of Senior He, who is known as an intelligent brain! If it weren't for Senior He's keen observation, we would have been deceived by this white-haired man."

"Senior is really amazing!"

Even not only them, but also the barrage in the live broadcast room of He Jianlan and others were full of speculation.

[This actually makes sense, after all, only two people knew the whole process of the crime scene last night. If they can collude, then life or death, black or white can be overturned at will]

[Indeed, Senior He's reasoning is well-founded, and every link has sufficient room for maneuver]

[Am I the only one wondering how an E-level and an F-level could accomplish that tragic scene last night?]

[To reply to the above, in general, in this kind of copy, the people who have the inner ghost card will definitely not have an advantage in terms of numbers. So either the inner ghost is much more powerful than the ordinary card, or he must have special permissions opened by the main system]

[I see, thank you kind people for your answer, so it seems that this E-level is indeed the most suspicious, and there is no way to wash it]

......

The Messiah's eyebrows are getting deeper and deeper.

Everyone is waiting for his final judgment.

The blond saint thought for a long time, and finally shook his head, "Although what you said makes sense, I still choose to believe Brother Zong. I believe he is not what you said."

"Besides, the ironclad evidence you cited earlier is not universal in S-level copies."

The Messiah was hinting.

Meng Tianlu was stunned, his face turned liver-colored.

He is indeed a good psychic, but psychic qualities are also divided into levels.

There is a saying circulating in the infinite loop, "Ten low-level psychics collectively meditate, which is not as good as the perception of a mid-level psychic."

The lowest-level psychics have many entry paths in each D-level copy in the infinite loop.

Low-level psychics are not much stronger than ordinary people, and even when facing "good friends", they will accelerate the resentment entering the body because of their special physique. So unless there are really no special props and the survivors are desperate, they will choose to accept low-level psychic qualities. Generally, when these survivors make it out, after they have enough survival points and do not intend to develop in the direction of psychic, they will almost spend points to erase this physique.

Psychic medium physique will not really start to play a role until it reaches the intermediate level, and only at this time can the psychic be called a psychic.

There are advanced and top-level psychics above the intermediate level, and there is a top-level psychic in the S level.

However, due to the rarity of psychic medium physique, there are very few ways to obtain intermediate psychic medium physique in the B-level copy. If you want to go up, the A-level copy corresponds to the advanced psychic, and the S-level copy corresponds to the top-level psychic, which is simply a rare existence. A large team without some foundation can't afford it.

Meng Tianlu is a low-level B-level, so he is naturally just an intermediate psychic.

As the difficulty of the copy increases, the ability of the psychic will also be suppressed.

It is said that in the most terrifying S-level copy, unless it is a top-level psychic, all the supernatural beings in the copy cannot be sensed by ordinary psychics.

This is exactly what Messiah meant.

Previously, He Jianlan and Meng Tianlu were complacent, thinking that they had found Zong Jiu's flaw.

They didn't expect that the S-level prop clue that appeared in the operating room allowed other trainees to infer the specific level of this personal show copy, which also indirectly verified the omission of He Jianlan's reasoning.

Zong Jiu, on the other hand, crossed his hands and watched the whole process coldly.

Apart from anything else, it was funny enough that He Jianlan could be called an intelligent brain.

"Are you done?"

He shrugged, "To put it bluntly, you just suspect that I am a traitor, and you want to say goodbye to each other."

That's true. The main system strictly prohibits survivors or trainees from fighting each other. Even if the suspicion of him was written on the faces of the old men on the opposite side, they couldn't do anything to him for a while.

This was also what Zong Jiu had planned at the beginning. It was just that now, because of that quack doctor, he had to move forward temporarily, but he was not afraid.

The white-haired young man smiled nonchalantly, "Why beat around the bush? We are all smart people, why not speak frankly? Anyway, I'm going to say this today. In the next two days, you go your way, and I go mine. As for that clue... Ha, don't even think about it."

These words were merciless and sarcastic. The eyes of the old men opposite were almost on fire.

Zong Jiu didn't care at all.

He put down his arms and turned to look at Messiah.

"Thank you for taking care of me for half a day, and thank you for choosing to believe in me. But everyone has opinions about me, and I don't want to embarrass you. Leaving is my choice, and it has nothing to do with you. Take care."

Finally, Zong Jiu nodded at him imperceptibly and passed by them without looking back.

[Oh oh oh oh oh! Ah Jiu is mighty! Ah Jiu rush! Mom loves you! ]

[Okay! Go it alone, I respect you as a man! I’m a fan, I’m a fan]

[Alas... this is not good, the Son of God is obviously on his side, why just walk away like this, there is still room for recovery]

[I was thinking, it’s comfortable to say tough words now, but he is an E-level... this copy is S-level, I’m hesitant to say anything]

The young man straightened his back, his back was tall, and he walked very coolly.

The scattered white long hair was like a ray of skylight, and then disappeared in the darkness in the distance.

Sheng Yu, who was standing behind, was so angry that his face turned red, "Brother Jiu is not what you said, you are slandering me!"

The high school student stomped his feet hard on the ground and ran towards the corridor.

He Jianlan pushed his glasses, "Look, they are probably in the same group."

"Tsk, one is E-level and the other is F-level, you still dare to talk nonsense here, whether you can survive today is still unknown."

Jiang Yuan spitted at their backs fiercely, turned around and saw the unpleasant face of the blond Saint, and immediately fell silent.

Messiah stood there, with long blond hair hanging on both sides of his cheeks, but his face was no longer smiling.

When the Saint smiled, he really looked like the savior described in the Bible, but his smile could give people a sense of closeness and compassion.

But once his smile disappeared and his expression was serious, for some reason, everyone felt an unreasonable fear in their hearts.

After a long time, Messiah exhaled from his chest.

His azure eyes swept across every trainee present like a knife, and he spoke slowly.

"Since you are willing to believe me and choose me to be the leader of this temporary dungeon team, then you should obey my command and arrangement. In the absence of definite evidence, you should not make such remarks in such a situation."

"This time it may be Brother Zong, but what about next time? Who will become the victim of your unwarranted suspicion next time?"

"I am very disappointed."

He Jianlan's heart skipped a beat. He tightened his fist and avoided Qin Ye's eyes, "Your Excellency--"

"No need to say more."

The Messiah waved his hand tiredly, "There will be no next time."

Under the wrath of the Son of God, even if the others were still thinking about the clue of the S-level prop in their hearts, they dared not say a word. They hurriedly packed up and followed the arrangements, and continued to search for the missing information between the first floor and the basement floor according to the group list assigned in the morning.

However, on the other side, Zong Jiu encountered a small matter.

The white-haired young man narrowed his eyes and looked at the stairs at his feet calmly.

This is a very dilapidated cement staircase, with traces of potholes and even some remnants of bullet holes that can be clearly seen, full of the decay of history.

He remembered clearly that there were only twenty-one stairs from the first floor to the basement floor.

But just now, he walked a full twenty-three steps.

Zong Jiu stopped and looked up thoughtfully.

On the stairwell not far away, a rusty old-fashioned clock was hanging on it.

The hour hand and the minute hand were firmly pointing at the ten o'clock position, and the minute hand stopped at twelve.