Chapter 11

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

[Damn, Brother Jiu is so cool!]

[Oh my god, this is the first time I've seen a newcomer talk to an old man in such a tone.]

In Zong Jiu's livestream, the bullet screen was filled with laughter.

[788888, look at the face of the trainee who was scolded. They just wanted to get the S-level clue, but they didn't expect to be scolded back. Hahahahaha.]

[This is cool. E-level newcomers fighting C-level trainees. Don't look down on the poor E-level!]

The C-level veteran trainee who spoke first, Jiang Yuan, blushed. "You're just a little E-level. How dare you talk to your senior like that?"

"Senior? You're taking advantage of your seniority."

Zong Jiu sneered. "Save it. You're a trainee. Don't act like you're living in the real world every day."

"Okay!"

Jiang Yuan became angry and raised his voice. "I knew what Senior He said made sense. You're not even willing to share the S-level clue. You really are the mole who took a different identity card!"

Wow!

This time, the crowd was in an uproar.

The other old men who also coveted the S-level clue agreed.

"That's right. Senior He said that he saw you sneaking around everyone's ward early in the morning. If you didn't have a guilty conscience, why would you do something so unnecessary?"

"Yes, yes, yes. That doctor also pointed you out. Could it be that he already knew that you were the mole and cooperated with you?"

Since the old men were on the same side, the newcomers who had just figured out what the S-level clue was all went with the flow.

After all, they had no chance of surviving in this quest. They could only survive by hugging the old men's thighs. Whether they could survive or not depended on whether the old men were willing to help. If they didn't flatter them, they would be waiting for death. There was nothing they could do.

Just as Zong Jiu was about to turn around and leave, Messiah, who had been frowning, spoke.

"Quiet."

As if pressing the pause button, everyone quieted down.

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

The golden-haired Holy Son's expression was solemn. His blue eyes, which were usually as warm as the Aegean Sea, were now as cold as ice.

"That's the biggest taboo in a team. If there is no basic trust between people, how can there be cooperation? "

Everyone was silent.

Messiah continued, "Although there is a rule that the discoverer of S-level clues must share the information. However, since Doctor Chu chose to only tell Zong Jiu, then this clue belongs to him. He has the right to not tell anyone. This is his freedom, and no one has the right to interfere. "

Under the strong temptation of an S-grade clue, there were still some old people who were unwilling to give up. "But we have evidence. Everything we just said was done by him."

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

He Jianlan gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, I did see it."

Under Messiah's disapproving gaze, he said, "Your Excellency Holy Son, I noticed this E-level on the first day the dungeon was opened. He sat alone in the cafeteria and didn't seem to be unfamiliar with the environment at all. Even when he was taking his medicine, he was at ease. And this morning, I saw him sneaking around the other empty wards. From this, I can infer that he is either hiding some clues, or he has a different identity card from us and has a different main mission. "

Seeing that more and more old people and newcomers were beginning to waver, He Jianlan threw out his trump card.

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

Sheng Yu, who was arguing with the newcomers about whether Zong Jiu was a good person, turned around and cursed, "You're f * cking bullsh * t! I was there last night too. Why don't you f * cking say that I killed Glasses?! "

"Haha."

He Jianlan pushed up his black-rimmed glasses and sneered, "I haven't said anything yet, and you're already in a hurry to jump out? That's right, what I want to say is … You two are accomplices. "

"The original words of the main system were 'Find out who is different from other people's identity cards in this solo show.' It didn't say how many spies there were in the entire trainee field. There could be one or two moles at the scene. But based on the number of people, I'm guessing that the probability of this number being greater than or equal to three is not high. "

He spoke eloquently and with assurance, "Compared to people like us who have ordinary cards, the spies definitely don't have the advantage in numbers. According to the rules of the main system, it will never let the two opposing parties have too much of a difference in strength. So compared to us, you spies must have a unique secret signal or method to find your accomplices. Only by working together with us ordinary people can you possibly complete the main mission. "

"This explains why there were no clues or traces at the crime scene last night, and why the F-level died so tragically. You guys are a gang, working together from the inside and outside. You only came to us after you finished setting up the scene. "

The others were enlightened.

"Are you wondering how you were exposed?"

He Jianlan revealed a victorious smile. "The most important reason is that when we were checking, we let Meng Tianlu sense it in the washroom."

Meng Tianlu was the B-level Spiritualist. Hearing He Jianlan say this, he stood at the side and nodded. "I used the Spiritualist's ability to sense in the washroom and didn't find any lingering aura of resentment."

A Spiritualist's sensing ability could sense supernatural existences. If Glasses was really killed by those existences, it was impossible for the Spiritualist not to sense any aura.

The meaning behind Meng Tianlu's words was simple.

He suspected that Glasses wasn't killed by any ghosts, but by someone else.

"Everyone knows that Your Excellency is wise and righteous. But you shouldn't be too trusting of others and be deceived by such villains. "

He Jianlan's words were sincere. "We all believe in your leadership and judgment. It's just that the situation now is unclear, so you might as well take our opinions into consideration."

When the others heard this, they chimed in. "That's right, Your Excellency. What Senior He said makes sense."

"This logical deduction is reasonable. As expected of Senior He, who is known as the brain of the brain! If it weren't for Senior's keen observation, we would've been deceived by this white-haired guy. "

"Senior is really amazing!"

It wasn't just them. Even the bullet screen in He Jianlan's and the others' live streaming rooms were filled with speculations.

[That makes sense too. After all, only two people knew about the entire crime scene last night. If they can collude, then life and death, black and white can be changed at will.]

[Indeed, Senior He's deduction is reasonable. There's ample room for manipulation in every aspect.]

[Am I the only one who's thinking about how an E-level and F-level could complete the tragic scene last night?]

[Replying to the previous post, in this kind of dungeon, the person with the mole card definitely won't have an advantage in terms of numbers. So, either the mole is much more powerful than the normal card, or he must have a special permission from the main system.]

[I see. Thank you for your kind explanation. It seems that the E-level is indeed the most suspicious. There's no way to clear it.]

.....

Messiah's eyebrows furrowed deeper and deeper.

Everyone was waiting for his final judgment.

The blond saint thought for a long time and finally shook his head. "Although what you said is not unreasonable, I still choose to believe Brother Zong. I believe that he's not what you're saying. "

"Moreover, the ironclad evidence you mentioned earlier is not applicable in the S-level dungeon."

Messiah was implying something.

Meng Tianlu was stunned. His face turned red.

He was indeed a Spiritualist, but the Spiritualist Constitution was also divided into levels.

There was a saying in the Infinite Loop, "The collective meditation of ten low-level Spiritualists can't compare to the perception of one mid-level Spiritualist."

The lowest-level Spiritualists had many ways to get started in the various D-level dungeons in the Infinite Loop.

Low-level Spiritualists were not much stronger than ordinary people. Even when facing a 'good friend', the resentment would be accelerated due to the special constitution. Therefore, unless there were no special items or desperate people who wanted to survive, they would choose to accept the low-level Spiritualist Constitution. Generally, when these people who wanted to survive had enough survival points and did not plan to develop in the direction of Spiritualism, they would spend points to get rid of this Constitution.

The Spiritualist Constitution would only start to show its effects after reaching the mid-level. Only then could the Spiritualist be called a Spiritualist.

Above the mid-level were the high-level and the top-level. There was a top-level Spiritualist in the S-level dungeon.

However, due to the rarity of the Spiritualist Constitution, there were very few ways to obtain the mid-level Spiritualist Constitution in the B-level dungeons. If one wanted to go up, the A-level dungeons corresponded to high-level Spiritualists, while the S-level dungeons corresponded to top-level Spiritualists. They were existences that could only be found by chance. A large team without a foundation could not afford to raise them.

Meng Tianlu was a low-level B-level Spiritualist. Naturally, he was only a mid-level Spiritualist.

As the difficulty of the dungeons increased, the abilities of Spiritualists would also be suppressed.

It was said that in the most terrifying S-level dungeons, unless one was a top-level Spiritualist, all spiritual existences in the dungeons could not be sensed by ordinary Spiritualists.

Messiah's meaning was exactly as such.

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

They did not expect that the S-level item clue in the operating room would allow the other trainees to deduce the specific level of this solo dungeon. It also indirectly confirmed He Jianlan's deduction.

Zong Jiu, on the other hand, crossed his arms and coldly watched the entire process from the side.

Disregarding everything else, Zong Jiu found it hilarious that He Jianlan could be called a brain.

"Are you guys done talking?"

He shrugged. "To put it bluntly, you guys suspect that I'm a mole and want to say goodbye to each other."

That was indeed the case. The main system strictly prohibited the survivors and trainees from fighting among themselves. Even if the old men across from him had doubts written all over their faces, they could not do anything to him for the time being.

This was also Zong Jiu's plan from the very beginning. However, because of the quack doctor, he had to temporarily bring it forward. Still, he was not afraid.

The white-haired young man smiled casually. "Why beat around the bush? We're all smart people, so why don't we be frank? Anyway, I'll say it today. For the next two days, you guys go your own way, and I'll go mine. As for that clue … Heh, don't even think about it. "

His words were merciless and could be described as sarcastic. The old men across from him were almost on fire.

Zong Jiu did not 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 me. However, everyone has opinions about me, and I don't want to make things difficult for you. Leaving is my choice, and it has nothing to do with you. Take care. "

In the end, Zong Jiu nodded at him imperceptibly and brushed past them without looking back.

[Oh oh oh oh oh! Jiu is mighty! Jiu, go! Mommy loves you!]

[Okay! Fine, I'll do it alone, I respect you as a man! I'm a fan, I'm a fan.]

[Sigh … That's not very good. The Holy Son is obviously on his side. Why did he just leave like that? There's still room to turn things around.]

[I'm thinking about it too. It's comfortable to talk tough now, but he's just an E-level … This dungeon is S-level. I wanted to say something but stopped.]

The young man's back was straight, and his back was long. He walked very confidently.

His long white hair was like a ray of light that immediately disappeared into the darkness in the distance.

Sheng Yu, who was standing behind him, was so angry that her face was red. "Brother Jiu is not like what you said. You're slandering him!"

The high school student stomped on the ground and ran all the way to the corridor to chase after him.

He Jianlan pushed up his glasses. "Look, they're probably in the same group."

"Pfft, an E-level and F-level, and they still have the nerve to talk nonsense here. It's still unknown whether they can survive today."

Jiang Yuan spat at their backs. When he turned his head and saw the golden-haired Holy Son's ugly expression, he immediately shut up.

Messiah stood in the same place. His long blonde hair hung on both sides of his face, but there was no smile on his face.

When the Holy Son smiled, he really looked like the Savior described in the Bible. But his smile gave people a sense of closeness and compassion.

But when his smile disappeared and his expression became serious, for some reason, everyone felt an inexplicable fear in their hearts.

After a long time, Messiah finally exhaled from his chest.

His azure blue eyes were as sharp as a blade as they swept across every trainee present as he spoke slowly.

"Since you're willing to trust me and choose me to be the temporary leader of this dungeon team, then you should listen to my commands and arrangements. In the absence of concrete evidence, you shouldn't have made such a statement in this situation. "

"This time it may be little brother Zong, but what about next time? Who will be the next victim of your baseless suspicions? "

"I'm very disappointed."

He Jianlan's heart skipped a beat. He clenched his fists and avoided Qin Ye's gaze. "Your Excellency —"

"Say no more."

Messiah waved his hand tiredly. "There won't be a next time."

Under the Holy Son's anger, no one dared to say a word, even if they were thinking about the S-grade item clue. They hurriedly packed up and listened to the arrangements. According to the group list they had already assigned in the morning, they continued to search for missing information between the first floor and the basement.

But on the other side, Zong Jiu encountered something neither big nor small.

The white-haired young man squinted his eyes and quietly sized up the stairs beside his feet.

This was a very dilapidated cement staircase. There were still traces of potholes on it, and some were even clearly remnants of bomb craters. It was full of the decadent smell of history.

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

But just now, he had walked up twenty-three steps.

Zong Jiu stopped and looked up thoughtfully.

Not far from the stairwell, a rusty old-fashioned clock was hanging from it.

The hour hand and the steady hand pointed at ten o 'clock, and the minute hand stopped at twelve.