Chapter 15

Zong Jiu felt that this world was magical and surreal.

He stood there and talked to Zhuge An for half an hour about what it meant to be a Chinese and what it meant to be a Chinese soul.

It was obvious that Master Zhuge was more interested in the "Zhuge Liang" that Zong Jiu mentioned. Thus, Zong Jiu began to talk about the Three Zhuge Brothers of the Three Kingdoms.

Logically speaking, it was really tiring to talk to Zhuge An.

It was impossible for Zong Jiu not to find out where the problem was at this point.

Zong Jiu had already prepared himself for the worst. Now, it seemed that he had only confirmed his conjecture.

It was very likely that he had not just transmigrated, but he had also transmigrated from one dimension to another.

But there was one thing that Zong Jiu couldn't figure out. Even if there was no Conan Doyle or The Big Bang Theory in the book world, such a great country, unless it transmigrated to a completely different world, as long as it was still on Earth, it couldn't disappear into thin air.

Unfortunately, Zhuge An had the same expression from beginning to end as he listened to the story. He was a master of expression management and could not figure out what was going on.

When Zong Jiu was almost done, he suddenly asked, "Then what are Sherlock Holmes and Sheldon?"

The white-haired young man's face darkened as he blurted out, "They are two smart people with high IQs, just like you."

Zhuge An looked at Zong Jiu expressionlessly and did not expose him. Instead, he threw a deep-water torpedo at him.

"I'm curious. You didn't enter the infinite loop through the normal way. How did you hide from the main system?"

The white-haired young man's eyelids twitched.

The man's eyes were sharp as he scanned Zong Jiu like an x-ray. "What is it, a dungeon? Are you an AI NPC from an S-level dungeon? Did you steal someone's body like the Evil Spirit Ancient Well? "

Zong Jiu felt that if he said yes, he was afraid that the two Yin-Yang Fishes above their heads would greet him.

"No, that's impossible."

Before Zong Jiu could say anything, Zhuge An refuted his own conjecture. "If you belong to the Yin attribute, it's impossible for the four trigrams of Qian, Dui, Li, and Zhen to not have any reaction."

"The main system wouldn't allow souls to be replaced. This doesn't make sense. And since you exist … you must have come directly from the real world to the Infinite Loop without going through any screening. It's more like an instantaneous transfer. "

"More importantly, you seem to know me very well."

Zong Jiu was speechless.

He chatted with the other party about the five thousand years of history of China. In the end, other than the biggest secret of transmigration, the other party almost stripped him of his underwear.

Zong Jiu was in danger.

He did not elaborate. "Why do you say that?"

"Because you still remember and can tell me things about the real world."

Zhuge An looked at him deeply. "Those who come to the Infinite Loop will have their memories of the real world blocked."

"Blocked means that you remember everything related to the real world, but it will be stored in the deepest part of your mind. No matter what you're thinking or doing, you won't be able to recall it. It can't be described with words, and it will be forgotten as time passes."

"Not everything is blocked. The knowledge learned in the real world won't be forgotten. The only thing that is blurred is the knowledge that you once lived in the real world. Other memories can only be recalled when allowed. Just like what you said about Zhuge Liang and China. If this dungeon has clues that point to these two terms, my memories should be unobstructed. The main system will only release part of my memories when there are prerequisites and conditions. "

"But according to the books in the library, this dungeon is set in America. So it won't have any knowledge about the real world of China. "

This was probably the longest sentence Zhuge An had ever said.

His voice was slow and cold, and the meaning behind it was creepy.

If the survivors' memories of the real world were blocked, then as time passed, these survivors who entered the Infinite Loop from the real world would not be able to remember where they came from.

It was as if they were born to survive.

Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes.

He finally understood why he felt so strange when he was recalling the original plot.

The original text mentioned that there was no way to return to the real world in the Infinite Loop. For example, the reward for this horror trainee's debut was a Universal Wishing Ticket, but according to the description that Zong Jiu read, none of the trainees wanted to use this ticket to exchange for a chance to return to the real world.

So … it wasn't that the real world changed after transmigrating into the book, but these survivors were forced to change their knowledge under a higher consciousness.

The main system put a lock on everyone's head, and everyone was trapped inside, unable to escape.

Zong Jiu smiled. "Then why do you remember?"

Zhuge An didn't say anything, but instead, he looked at him with a judgmental gaze.

The black-haired man crossed his fingers, and his eyes were cold as he stared at the white-haired young man without blinking.

Zong Jiu didn't know if it was his imagination, but he felt that after the conversation, Zhuge An's cold gaze suddenly softened.

"You need to show your value."

He didn't continue the previous topic, but said lightly, "If your words make me feel like my intelligence is being insulted, then there is the possibility of ending the alliance at any time."

Zong Jiu retracted his imagination. "Even though you shook hands with me, you didn't say anything. You really don't want to cooperate, but you want to use the cooperation as an excuse to get information from me. "

"Courtesy demands reciprocity, and all is fair in war."

[Damn, this guy is still holding a grudge.]

"Plus, aren't you thinking the same thing?"

Hearing this, Zong Jiu's smile widened.

"You've studied emotional control?"

Looking at the white-haired young man's expression, Zhuge An raised his eyebrows. "You don't have to be so cautious. If I really wanted to do something, you wouldn't be standing here. Relax. "

Since he was being honest, Zong Jiu could only hold his nose and admit it. "Okay, okay, it's my bad luck to be on the pirate ship. I accept my fate."

Zong Jiu swore that after he said this, he saw a faint smile flash across Zhuge An's face.

"I'm guessing … you can't solve the S-level clue you got from Dr. Chu right now."

It was obviously a speculation, but the black-haired man's tone was extremely confident, as if he didn't even consider the possibility that he might be wrong. "Because you lack crucial information."

Since he was already on the pirate ship, Zong Jiu didn't care anymore. Because after weighing the pros and cons, Zhuge An was indeed his best breakthrough.

He could see that even without the clue given by the doctor, Zhuge An might be able to infer the result by himself through other clues. Even if he told Zhuge An, it would only speed up the process. No. 8's ability was so great that a mere E-level like him didn't have to worry about it.

"Between three and four, there's a whole number?"

Zhuge An repeated this sentence with his eyebrows tightly knitted.

"PNPSO is a string of codes, without a doubt, it's the most representative Virginia code. Don't ask why, I'm too lazy to explain the process to you. You just need to know the result … It needs a key, but it's missing the key. "

Many classical codes required a key to decipher. These codes were divided into three parts, "ciphertext," "key," and "original text." They now knew that PNPSO was the ciphertext. As long as they knew the key, they would know the original text.

As soon as he started to deduce, No. 8, who was originally filled with an unapproachable aura, began to talk to himself. He no longer had the noble and cold aura from before. He walked around the room like a chatterbox.

"There are more than three thousand books in the library. If you search carefully, you can deduce the current year based on the page number. Only one of the books has traces of being torn, and it's the 89th page. What's more, that book shouldn't have appeared in this era because it's a book about superstring theory. Icicle lobotomy was abolished on a large scale in 6425, and string theory was proposed in 6413. Superstring theory could only have been invented later. Yes, that's right, that's it. "

It had to be said that he really had to applaud.

Thinking about how he managed to obtain information from an S-level who worked alone for more than a day with only a few clues, Zong Jiu felt that he had earned a lot.

Halfway through, the chattering Zhuge An suddenly turned around. "I've already obtained the key to this dungeon. If I want to, I can clear it now."

Zong Jiu: "…?"

"You've already revealed your trump card, but I have more clues than you."

Zhuge An said, "You've shown your worth, so — last question."

"If you give me a satisfactory answer, as thanks, I'll tell you the rest of the clues."

The young man in white crossed his arms. "Ask away."

"Who do you think is the mole who took the different identity cards?"

Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows. "He'll be knocking on the door soon."

The admiration in the black-haired man's eyes grew. He quickly fulfilled his promise and continued to narrate, providing Zong Jiu with many clues.

.....

"Since you also planned to leave Messiah's team and enter a different dimension, then you should have guessed that there are two different dimensions in this S-level dungeon that don't interfere with each other."

"Between three and four in the S-level clue isn't just three and four, it's referring to the third dimension and the fourth dimension."

A hurricane rose from the ground of the ward.

"In the end … you're exactly as predicted, Zong Jiu."

He removed his hand, and the Eight Trigrams floating in the air began to dissipate.

Zhuge An looked down. "A word of advice. Be careful of one person. "

"I'm not sure if he's in this dungeon, but he must be your fated enemy."

Zong Jiu asked, "Who?"

"No. 6," Zhuge An said.

"No one knows his name, we usually call him — the Devil."

"Is this also the prophecy you mentioned?"

The white-haired man smiled. "Magicians never believe in prophecies."

At the last second before the Eight Trigrams dissipated, Zhuge An seemed to smile.

"You'll come to me again. In the future. "

"No one can escape fate. Because it's everywhere. "

At the same time, all the trainees in the mental hospital dungeon received a cold system prompt.

[S-level trainee Zhuge An. Cleared.]

The next second, there was a knock on the door.

The face of the high school student appeared outside the thick glass window, anxiously knocking on the door while shouting for Brother Jiu.

Prophecy.

The white-haired man stood in place, suppressed his interest, and walked over.