It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 562 The Fool’s Twin Brother?

"Forget it, two excellent products for one excellent one is already a good deal."

Liu Zheng immediately calmed down again.

What's more, he doesn't smoke, so it's not a loss to exchange two useless things for a killer weapon even if it has serious side effects.

And if you think about it carefully, since the vengeful spirits will chase and kill the enemies, the enemies will definitely fight back against the vengeful spirits.

The fight between masters often only takes a split second. After three minutes, if the enemy and the evil spirit are not dead, they will be almost half-crippled.

Fighting two half-invalid enemies is, in some ways, easier than fighting one fully-validated enemy.

After comforting himself, Liu Zheng put the trash can into the system space.

"Now we will start the third round of bidding. Wow, the items in this round are also very interesting."

A lottery box appeared in front of Captain Penguin.

"Paradox Lottery Box, you can draw a prize after paying your own luck. The more luck you pay, the better the prize you can draw. But the more luck you pay, the lower the probability of drawing a good prize, so it is called the Paradox Lottery Box."

"The last time I heard of this collection was thirty years ago. A collector who was addicted to gambling spent almost all of his luck on it, but ended up pulling out a condom that someone else had used. He died on the spot and turned into a vicious spirit. In the end, the Public Security Bureau was alerted and came to deal with it."

"To some extent, this can be considered a cursed object."

said the captain.

"Cursed objects" is a special term in the collecting world, referring specifically to those objects that will bring misfortune to collectors but continue to circulate among collectors for various reasons.

“It’s hard to assess the value of this item, but it’s certainly interesting enough to be a collection. It all depends on whether you have the courage to buy it and the perseverance to resist its temptation.”

"Okay, let the bidding begin."

The captain brought down the hammer.

"this thing."

Liu Zheng seemed to be thinking about something.

If he first eats the resentful relic of the black carp dragon whose chance has been disrupted, he will get the lucky MAX and pay it all to the lottery box.

Then eat the seeds of the third-grade golden lotus of fortune, and draw the lottery again after your luck is close to MAX. Wouldn't it be certain that you will draw something good?
"wrong."

Liu Zheng reacted quickly.

He couldn't see the item description of the Paradox Lottery Box now. If the highest prize that could be drawn from the latter was only of perfect quality, then his plan would be ruined.

After all, the resentful relic with a 99% chance of obtaining Luck MAX is definitely the strongest among the perfect quality ones, and the only ones that can consistently surpass it are the legendary delivery man set parts.

But now it has been confirmed that the legendary delivery man's hat is in the hands of the Wolf Knight, and the Paradox Lottery Box cannot possibly create one for him out of thin air.

"Just take pictures. If you can't take any, forget it."

Liu Zheng thought about it and took out the cursed horseshoe that Niuma gave him.

The effect of this item is strength attribute +100, but the player's strength attribute cannot be greater than 100 points, and the equipment cannot be removed normally.

If he had just entered the dungeon, he would probably equip it without hesitation, but now this item is very useless and can only be used for exchange.

After he submitted his competing items, several collectors joined the auction one after another.

Just like Captain Penguin said, the Paradox Lottery Box has almost no practical value as an extraordinary item, but it is indeed interesting as a collection.

Moreover, what the metropolis lacks the least is gamblers.

This round soon entered the final stage, and as expected, Liu Zheng lost the bid.

He felt a little regretful, but not much. After all, the relic of resentment and the golden lotus seed of fortune had already been used for their intended purposes.

After the collections were exchanged, the fourth round of bidding began.

"Is this, a poetry manuscript? I don't sense any extraordinary aura from it, which means it's just an ordinary manuscript?"

"Let me see who the author is. Bai Langzi, I haven't heard of him. Have any of you heard of this poet?"

Captain Penguin asked.

Some collectors shook their heads, while others simply did not respond.

"Well, if this isn't the seller being too narcissistic, then these poems are really well-written. Unfortunately, I don't have any artistic talent, so I'll give you some time to read for yourself."

Captain Penguin knocked on the projection with the auction hammer, and the projection of the manuscript was immediately enlarged more than ten times, and each page was displayed separately.

"Kawas, what do you think?"

The captain asked his adviser.

"Boss, you know me. Although I have great accomplishments in literature and art, I treat them like my toolbox."

Kavas shrugged.

"You mean you can't tell whether this poem is good or not?"

"Yes, sir. Judging from the rhythm, imagery, logic, and so on, these poems are mediocre. But my intuition tells me that they are not that simple."

Kavas said.

Poetry is a game of words, and evaluating whether a game is a good game is the same as evaluating whether a poem is a good poem. It is the result of a combination of subjective and objective evaluations.

Sometimes, subjective evaluation is even more important than objective evaluation.

Like many 3A masterpieces, the indicators such as art, music, plot, optimization, and interaction are all maxed out, but in the eyes of players, they are still not good games.

But if you ask what is missing, neither the makers nor the players themselves can tell.

It seems like something is missing somewhere, yet it seems like none of it is the point.

Even games of the same type have these flaws, but they are still considered rare masterpieces.

At its core, perhaps it is because it lacks a bit of mysterious spirituality.

However, appreciating poetry has a higher threshold than evaluating games. If one wants to comprehend the spirituality contained in poetry, the appreciator himself must also have spirituality.

And as Kavas said itself, poetry is just a tool, just like repairing a motorcycle or providing postpartum care for a sow.

Therefore, it can only sense that this manuscript of poetry is unusual, but it cannot truly comprehend it.

Fortunately, collectors are a rather peculiar group in the Met, so there is no shortage of people who know what’s good.

“I’ll publish a book about this!”

A collector took the lead in raising his placard.

"what?"

Liu Zheng looked over and found it was a gray cat wearing a suit and a gray top hat.

Aside from its fur color, it looks exactly like the black cat "Fool".

"Is this the Fool's relative? Or his admirer?"

He guessed in his mind.

Although from the perspective of human aesthetics, it is normal for two cats to look the same, it is not normal for them to dress the same.

He looked at the thing in the gray cat's hand again. It was a book shrouded in gray fog. The gray fog on the cover bulged and rolled from time to time, like worms.

"This gray fog has a strong sense of déjà vu."

Liu Zheng was certain that this gray cat must have a close relationship with the Fool.

“Help me identify its lot.”

He immediately said to the projector.

"OK, just a second."

Identification also takes some time.

"Part of the manuscript of the best-selling novel "The Witch and Her False Redemption". After using it, you can temporarily gain the abilities of random characters in the novel. If you use enough 'meat' as a base, you can temporarily summon random characters in the novel to help. The more compatible the user is with the character, the higher the probability of summoning the character."

Soon, the projector gave the identification results.

"What kind of novel is "The Witch and Her False Redemption"? Are the characters in it powerful?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"That is the best-selling novel this year. The author's pen name is Chariot. But apart from this pen name, all other information about the author is a mystery. Once, an avid fan of the book spent 10 million to hire a detective to investigate the true identity of 'Chariot'. As a result, all the detectives died of extreme pleasure, and the fan was sent to a mental hospital."

The projector replied.

"The Chariot? The Chariot and the Fool are both in the Tarot card, right?"

he mused.

"Yes."

The Fool is the first card in the Tarot deck, with the number 0, representing knowing nothing and knowing everything.

The Chariot is the eighth card in the Tarot deck, with the number 7, representing victory over obstacles.

".Hasn't anyone ever doubted the relationship between the Chariot and the Fool?"

Liu Zhengxu asked with his eyes fixed.

Even if the thinking of those non-humans is rather rigid, there must be humans among the fans of Panzer, right?

"Of course. In fact, many people speculated that the chariot was the Fool's vest. But the Fool once issued a solemn statement denying this speculation. Given the Fool's good reputation, most people believed it."

The projector said. "Is that so?"

Based on his understanding of fools, the other party would not lie.

However, just because it is not its alias does not mean it has no relationship with it.

After thinking about it, Liu Zheng called the Fool.

"Mr. Delivery Man, is there something urgent that you are calling me so late?"

The Fool's voice sounded a little sleepy, but he spoke at a steady pace.

"Look at his cultivation."

Liu Zheng looked with disdain at a certain cow or horse that was in a bad mood when waking up.

"Look, Mr. Fool, I'm attending an auction."

he replied.

"Which auction is it?"

The Fool asked.

"It's an auction hosted by four penguins."

"Oh, I know. The Penguin Agents of Madagascar, the legendary temporary workers at City Hall."

The Fool said.

"Are they temporary workers from the city hall?"

"They used to be, but they have retired. As it involves the City Hall, I can't say much. Anyway, this is a very powerful and interesting team. I once planned to write a novel based on them, but it was rejected by the City Hall."

The Fool smiled and said.

"I see. Anyway, I met a gray cat that looked very similar to you at an auction, and it exchanged part of the manuscript of "The Witch and Her False Redemption" for my collection."

Liu Zheng continued.

"."

The Fool fell silent upon hearing this.

"What's your collection?"

It asked after a moment.

"The last poem of Shiroko, the genius poet of the Snake People."

Liu Zheng said.

"Excuse my ignorance, but I have never read the works of this poet, nor have I heard of his reputation."

The Fool said after recalling for a moment.

"There are many poems, and it's quite troublesome to read them. I'm in Rose Street now. If it's convenient for you, you can come and have a look in person."

"Okay. I'll be right there."

The Fool said simply.

Soon, a carriage without a horse or a driver drove into Rose Street.

Only the front half of the carriage itself was visible, with the back half shrouded in gray fog.

But in an instant, the carriage arrived in front of Liu Zheng.

"Mr. Delivery Man, here I come."

The door opened and the Fool jumped out of the carriage.

"Good evening, Mr. Plane Tree, and Mr. Projector."

When it saw the plane tree and the projector, it greeted them politely.

"Well, good evening."

The plane tree greeted me indifferently.

"Good evening, Mr. Fool."

The projector returned the greeting respectfully.

"Look, Mr. Fool. That's Bai Langzi's draft of the poem."

Liu Zheng pointed at the light curtain and said.

"I'm sorry, I can't see anything."

The Fool spread his paws.

“Only those on the list of participants can see the projection. Mr. Fool can certainly crack it with his strength, but a gentleman like him would definitely not do such an impolite thing.”

The projector said.

"Okay. That's okay. You can just read the manuscript."

Liu Zheng directly took out the snake man’s manuscript.

The Fool took the manuscript and read it carefully. After a few minutes, he closed it.

"Do you see any clues?"

he asked.

"No."

The Fool shook his head.

"I'm sorry to say that although I have some achievements in the field of novels, I can't even write a doggerel in the field of poetry. I really don't see the beauty in it."

It said somewhat awkwardly.

"Ok."

"But I have another idea. Who is that?"

After the Fool finished speaking, he looked at the cattle and horses in the distance and asked.

"That's my boss. We are friends for life."

Liu Zheng replied.

"Just like me and this Lord De Lego."

He added.

"Humph, I don't think I'd want to have a life-or-death relationship with an idiot like you."

The plane tree said with disdain.

"Okay. I will be in a highly nervous state from now on. Any impolite behavior will cause me to counterattack. I hope you won't be hurt by me by mistake."

The Fool issues a reminder, but also a warning.

"Don't worry, it won't happen."

Liu Zheng assured.

"it is good."

Seeing his sincere eyes, the Fool finally made up his mind.

It took off the top hat on its head, put its cat claws inside, and slowly took out a book made entirely of gray mist.

It moved very slowly and its expression was very serious, as if it was holding not a book but a mountain.

"It looks like it's almost done. I'll close the game after the countdown."

At this time, Captain Penguin's voice was heard from the auction hall.

"Mr. Fool, the market is about to be closed."

Liu Zheng reminded.

"it is good."

The Fool responded in a deep voice, then grabbed the gray fog with both hands and pulled hard, and the book was finally taken out completely.

Then, the Fool held the Book of Gray Mist carefully close to the manuscript.

As the Book of Gray Mist got closer, the words of the poem floated out one by one, connecting from beginning to end to form the figure of a snake man.

At first, the snake man's figure was as big as two poetry manuscripts, but as the Book of Gray Mist got closer, the snake man's figure became smaller and smaller, and in the end it was only the size of a thumb.

"receive!"

Upon seeing this, the Fool quickly stepped back, then struggled to stuff the Book of Gray Mist back into his hat.

"I know what this is."

It said with a serious expression.

(End of this chapter)