Thriller Trainee

Since Zhuge had said so secretly, the S-class people gathered in the room gave up one after another.

Several other S-classes have long been identified as the puppets of the devil.

There is one no.9 and one no.10 missing, and now there are only three S-levels in the room, no.2, no.3 and no.4, and the combat power is greatly reduced. But the strange thing is that those puppets didn't even mean to embarrass them, but they were very leisurely.

The exorcist felt the strange atmosphere in the room, and he thought about it and said, "What's the matter with them? Couldn't the magician and the onmyoji not be in this orphanage?"

The Super S Grade dungeon world they entered this time was a weird orphanage. After all the trainees entered, their bodies shrank and turned into a six-year-old appearance.

The orphanage is very large, and the background seems to be during World War II. There are dozens or twenty children living in each room here, squeezed to sleep on the ground, living material conditions are extremely scarce, and it is quite simple.

Fortunately, the Super S Grade dungeon is not frantic enough to add a hunger value to them.

But to be honest, getting smaller is enough to make people feel broken.

Now in this room, three S-classes are sitting on stools, all looking serious.

In the eyes of others, it is the three little Dou Dings with a stern face, especially the black-haired little Dou Ding, who looks like a bitter bitter hatred.

"Do not."

Zhuge's dark black hair was lying softly on his small face, which is not as big as a slap, and his serious expression was particularly funny, "They are not in this copy."

"How can it be?!"

The exorcist opened his eyes wide: "Didn't the main system say that this is a full copy?"

Zhuge didn't speak in secret, but closed his eyes again, secretly calming the surge of blood.

Fortunately, everyone knows that Zhuge An often speaks only half of his speech. If he has to ask him thoroughly, he will only faintly say "The secret of the secret cannot be revealed", so the exorcist had to witty and silently swallowed his countless question marks. .

This orphanage is very large, and the interior is divided into several floors. All the remaining 1,000 trainees are all in the orphanage, without exception.

A kerosene lamp hung from the decayed beams, illuminating the damp, gloomy, dusty interior, as if lighting a tomb.

At this moment, the ringing bell rang.

"Bell, bell, bell--"

The voice came from far away, cold, unknown, continuous whispering, full of abhorrent whispers.

All the trainees in the room stood up, looked at each other, and left the room silently.

The rules in the orphanage, as long as the complaining bell rings, everyone must arrive downstairs to assemble within five minutes. If they disobey, they will not die. Only something more terrifying than death will happen.

On the first day, they had witnessed a living B-level trainee turning into a rope twister, and no one would try to do the second one at this knot.

Vandro slowed down, and the rusty wooden planks did not creak and creak when he stepped on them.

Even though he is only six years old, he still has a straight back and a cold face, without weakening the iron and blood on his body.

"Unexpectedly, the leader of the night clan is still so keen on removing the blood line."

Zhuge's dark expression didn't have the slightest surprise, as if he had known that he would have found out about his throat for a long time.

"How long is there?"

"Can't die."

He downplayed.

The conversation between no.2 and no.3 is endless.

But the two people present clearly knew the meaning hidden in each other's words.

"In my impression, you are by no means a person willing to succumb to others and assist others."

Fan Zhuo glanced at him deeply, his blood-red eyes were cold and sharp, "As for the respect of the teacher? Intuition tells me that it is even a big joke."

"Zhugean, what are you thinking?"

Others may not understand Zhuge An, but Fan Zhuo, who is extremely accurate, will not understand.

I haven't faced no.3 directly, but the image drawn from the narrative of others is definitely not one-tenth of what I have personally experienced.

At least for a leader like Fan Zhuo who has been in a high position for a long time, Zhuge An is definitely a dangerous factor that will definitely be destroyed if he can't control it.

It's a pity that from the moment Zhuge secretly appeared in the copy of the curse mask, the strength he showed reached a height that no organization could handle at will.

Gui Guzi had several S-level props in his hands back then, and Tai Chi Bagua Pan was the most important one. Since Zhuge An inherited the mantle of Guiguzi, of course he was not much weaker.

"What's my idea, you will believe it?"

Zhuge sneered secretly, "What else does your instinct tell you?"

"My instinct also tells me that you'd better die in this copy."

Fan Zhuo said coldly: "If you live to a decisive battle, bad things will probably happen."

"Thank you for your blessings."

Hearing this, Zhuge secretly smiled: "I have already transferred the permission to carry props in the Super S Grade dungeon to the magician, maybe you can really look forward to it."

After speaking, he stopped speaking, speeded up his pace, passed No. 2 indifferently, and took the lead in keeping up with the pace of the trainees in front.

......

On the other side, Zongjiu and Tuyumen were groping, intending to find all the places marked on the signboard one by one, and then see if they could find any useful clues.

In fact, this matter has to blame Tu Yumen. If the inspiring decision just passed, he remembered what the symbol meant, and they didn't need to turn around like a headless fly like they do now.

The problem is that now I really don't have any clues or clues, I can only try to kill the mouse by the blind cat.

Of course, they have to do one thing before they go through them one by one.

"Have you ordered the magic hand?" Zong Jiu asked in a low voice, looking at the rabbit npc in front of him.

Master skills are commonly known as stealing skills. The ancients can describe the thief as a gentleman of Liang Shang.

Although this skill has not been classified as a must-have magical skill by trainees like detection, listening and stealth, there are also many trainees who choose to move closer to this skill. There are trainees in the big organization who specifically clicked on this skill, and sometimes a clever hand can get some important props from the npc.

"Nod." Tu Yumen nodded.

He also allocated fifty points in the wonderful hand, which belonged to the same skill as his inspiration.

Logically speaking, there is a 50% success rate.

Just at this time, the sub-system warmly reminded.

[Because of the particularity of the master skill, if there is a judgment failure, there will definitely be some special circumstances]

"what's the situation?"

[For example... Suddenly pounce on the npc] The sub-system euphemistically said [If it fails, another lucky decision can be passed. If it passes, the npc will not notice it. If the lucky decision fails, the npc is likely to detect it. You intend to steal]

When the sub-system said so, Zong Jiu was speechless.

He stopped the hand of Onmyoji who was about to throw the dice, "I hope you can always remain silent for what happens next."

Domemon: "......?"

When the Onmyoji was full of question marks, he saw the magician spread the black folding fan in his hand, covering most of his face, his eyes flowed, and he walked forward quickly.

It's just a simple chuckle, and his voice is soft and cold, making one half of his bones a little crisp.

The rabbit in front was hurriedly rushing. Seeing the appearance of a cheongsam beauty, he couldn't even walk.

He was already ready to move, yet another charm was added to his success. Now Zong Jiu is a walking human figure/aphrodisiac/medicine in front of it. It's okay if you don't see it. As soon as you see it, you forget the things that the circus leader ordered to it. Whatever the other party asked, even the stars and moon in the sky, the rabbit had to find a way to get it for him.

Onmyoji looked at Zong Jiu's movements numbly.

Just when he wondered when the magician would learn this set in a daze, the other party had easily returned with his pass.

"Let's go."

Zong Jiu weighed the strange round card pass in his hand, and looked at the Onmyoji who was still in a daze: "Hey, can't you go?"

Tu Yumen hurriedly followed, feeling complicated: "I didn't expect you to be like this..." Hidden.

Although the Onmyoji was in a complicated mood, the two of them were grasshoppers tied to the same rope, and it was impossible to destroy their own power.

Zong Jiu casually ridiculed: "I haven't eaten pork, I have always seen pigs running, right?"

Follow the direction of the sign in the memory just now, turn left and right with the two people of Tuyumen, and stop at the door of the farm.

With the pass, the two of them could even be said to be unobstructed, and they were let in easily.

The two stood on a high place, looking at the appearance below.

Numerous humans were put on shackles and collars, all naked/naked among the pig pens, their eyes dull and salivating wildly.

Barrels of black and yellow feed were poured into the ditch of the pigpen by the cows on the farm, and the humans who had been hungry for a long time rushed up with a low growl, and one by one, they went crazy and scrambled with their mouths open.

Naturally, this look is so beautiful that you can't see it. There are even a lot of humans in it while eating and pulling. The scene is beautiful.

Surrounded by sewage, the stench rushed into the sky, and the dense flies hovering endlessly in the dim light.

Eating and drinking Lhasa, unless they are slaughtered, these captive humans cannot take a step out of here until they die, just like the livestock raised by humans in other societies.

The label on the outside is clearly a pig farm.

In the eyes of these animals, these humans are no different from pigs.

"Any other findings?"

Zong Jiu asked the Tu Yumen beside him, and the two of them rolled out an investigation together.

As expected, the Onmyoji judge failed, and the Magician judged success.

[Your throwing result is 21/30, and the investigation is judged to be successful]

[In this filthy and dim pigsty, you are very lucky to find the same symbol, but this symbol does not seem to be the same as the one on the sign]

Since they are not the same, Zong Jiu boldly guessed that the clue is not here.

But he and Tomimon did not leave the pig farm in a hurry and hurried to the breeding factory.

Because Zong Jiu found a problem, "Did you find out? My luck is very good."

Domemon: "..."

Yes, it's really good. I haven't failed to throw since I entered this instance.

But this is not the reason you show off in front of the non-chief! ! ! roar! ! !

However, Zong Jiu didn't mean to partly joking. He put away the folding fan in his hand, frowned and waved his hand. "It's not what you think. Although my luck is better than you on weekdays, it's definitely not as good as this."

In order to experiment with this, Zong Jiu started calling the sub-system to throw dice at him.

"Sub-system, give me a sneak."

"One more disguise."

"Let's listen."

......

Master Onmyoji watched him throw the dice dumbfounded.

A total of five throws were thrown, and none of the judgments failed. Not to mention that some of these skills only have 20 or 30 skill points, and there is even a library of 10 skill points.

This time even Tuyumen could see that it was wrong.

"Do you see it, it's not an illusion."

Zong Jiu whispered, "My luck has really improved."

It is impossible for a person's luck to get better out of thin air, and it is still such a situation for no reason.

If you want to get better, either someone used a special item for him in advance, or someone secretly helped him and lent him his luck in advance.