Thriller Trainee

I'm afraid No. 1 didn't expect that not long ago in No. 1 Middle School, he just said, "You want me to control these ants?", but turned around and monitored the movements of his old enemy in order to find out more information about the enemy. It was a double standard. Naturally, I put a puppet string on the head of my British short blue and white cat.

The key is that he was safe as soon as he was safe. Unexpectedly, he was caught on the spot.

The most important thing is that the magician did not touch his puppet strings during the process, nor did he perform divination. What went wrong turned out to be his most proud acting skills.

I have to say, for the devil who is keen on acting and provoking trouble, this is simply the most shameful thing.

But of course, Zongjiu didn't care at all.

Originally, Zongjiu was just a little suspicious of Maomao's abnormality today, so he stood at the door of the bathroom and waited. Sure enough, things were just as he thought.

Haha, Zongjiu will never make the No. 8 black wizard mistake he made in the No. 1 Middle School Dungeon!

The white-haired young man was only wearing a pair of underpants. He was holding the cat in one hand and cut off the puppet strings without hesitation with the other hand. After confirming that it was correct, he put the cat down from mid-air and hooked it with his fingertips soothingly. He hooked the back of its neck.

The blue and white pupils returned to their normal icy blue color, and she gave him a very noble and cold look, as if to say, "How dare you, a human being, lift your master into the air, how dare you!"

Zongjiu: "..."

Although I miss the clingy cat just now, this is the normal temperament that a real cat should have.

The young man rubbed his blue and white round head and fell into deep thought, "Speaking of which, it seems that I haven't given you a name yet."

Zong Jiutian had a natural affinity for cats.

When I was a child in an orphanage, the old nun also had an orange cat.

Unfortunately, the nun was old and so was the orange cat. Later, the old nun passed away and the orange cat was entrusted to Zong Jiu.

When attending the funeral, Zongjiu watched the coffin being buried deep underground, with the black iron cross shining brightly on the tombstone above. The pastor recited monotonically in the distance and sang loudly: "She has calmed down all the labor, and her soul has returned to the embrace of the Lord, Amen!"

Later, the orange cat passed away. Zongjiu found an iron box, took the cat to the cemetery at midnight, dug up the soil with a shovel, and buried it in it.

As a fashionable and young man, he only thought that he could go to heaven if he was buried here, so he hoped that the orange cat could be picked up by the Lord and rest in peace as the pastor said.

Later, he was accepted as an apprentice by a magician and showed amazing magic talent. When he toured around the world, and because he traveled around the world every day, it was difficult to settle down in any country or city, so he decided to raise a cat. It was put on hold until finally nothing happened.

Later, his hand was injured and he was even less in the mood to raise a cat. Unexpectedly, after going round and round, I actually realized my long-cherished wish after wearing the book.

"Yes."

Looking at Lan Bai's icy blue eyes, Zong Jiu curled his lips and said, "Let's call you the Big Demon King."

The big devil was obviously dissatisfied with his new name. After glancing at him, he walked away with graceful cat steps and went to sleep. The magician was left alone to shrug his shoulders and continue to go back to his bathing business.

Taking a hot bath seemed to wash away all the fatigue.

Going from the No. 1 middle school dungeon to the trainee dormitory, to put it inappropriately, is like traveling from the 20th century to modern civilized society.

Zong Jiu tied up his bathrobe, walked to the dryer to dry his hair, returned to the bed, and turned off the light next to the bed.

"Ding." With a sound, the entire suite darkened. Only the flames in the fireplace were still dancing, giving off a flickering light.

It was quiet for a while, and suddenly, there seemed to be thick shadows swimming in the darkness. The ominous shadows gathered and expanded, but at a certain moment, they suddenly turned into a tide and dispersed.

On the soft bed, the young man's long silver-white eyelashes moved slightly and he opened his eyes warily.

However, even after more than ten minutes with his eyes open, there was no other unusual movement in the suite.

To no avail, Zongjiu slowly closed his eyes again.

Outside the window, heavy snow was flying like fluttering cotton wool, covering the high tree crowns with a layer of silver.

The big devil was nestled by the fireplace, his tail rising and falling again and again.

Everything fell silent.

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When Zong Jiu woke up, it was already the next day.

This sleep made him feel refreshed and his whole body was full of energy.

He lay on the bed and ordered breakfast using the light screen. After getting up and brushing his teeth, the butler in a tuxedo pushed a silver dining cart and knocked on his door.

The A-level exclusive butler poured him a cup of hot soy milk, poured hollandaise sauce on the runny eggs Benedict wrapped in white bread, unveiled a steaming basket of Cantonese-style morning tea, and finally Spread the freshly baked dough sticks on the frosted paper, lay out the napkin and set out the knife and fork for him. Before leaving, with a professional smile on his face, he bent down and put a bowl of boiled chicken at just the right temperature for the big devil, and then respectfully stepped away.

Before enjoying this sumptuous breakfast, Zong Jiu first used tarot cards to divine things. After making sure that the extremely considerate butler just now was not manipulated by the increasingly boring No. 1, he immersed himself in getting started.

Unexpectedly, while Zong Jiu was having breakfast, an uninvited guest suddenly came outside the door.

"Tuk, dun, dun."

When there was a knock on the door, the magician was cutting bacon while thinking about which part of his body he should strengthen with the 8,000 survival points he got from leveling up.

Zong Jiu came up with this idea when he was at a disadvantage in the previous fight with the devil.

Once he gets his physical strength up, it won't be one punch at a time.

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted. Zong Jiu lazily put down his knife and fork and clicked on the camera on the light screen.

After seeing clearly who was standing outside, the white-haired young man raised his eyebrows.

Oh, I didn't expect that he didn't come to the door, but this person came to the door by himself.

That's right, the person outside the door is none other than the dog-headed strategist Zhuge An.

Zong Jiu pressed the door open button on the light screen, and the dark wooden carved door opened silently from both sides, revealing the dimly lit entrance.

The black-haired man was wearing a black Taoist robe with an immortal style. His footsteps were windy and he walked in without looking away. His face was as calm and cold as usual, without any disturbance.

"A rare visitor."

The white-haired young man was still sitting on the bed, lazily holding up his head, raising the soy milk on the side to indicate from a distance, "Have you had breakfast? Do you want to eat together?"

The housekeeper was so considerate that he set up a long table on the bed and arranged breakfast on it.

Waking up in the morning and eating breakfast in bed was simply delicious. At least before finishing this breakfast, Zongjiu would never get out of bed.

It's a pity that Zhuge An seems to be a person who doesn't understand amorous feelings.

He stood at the junction of the entrance hall and the living room. He was as tall as a tall cypress and had a stern face. Only a pair of black eyes stared unblinkingly at the magician who was cutting eggs on the bed.

He didn't speak, and Zong Jiu was too happy to say anything. Instead, he chewed his food slowly, just to see who could keep his composure.

Seeing Zong Jiu's appearance, Zhuge An was not in a hurry.

He walked a few steps in the huge room, carefully found a fabric sofa, picked up the hem of his robe, and sat down on the floor.

Zongjiu understood immediately.

This old man Zhuge really let him enter the B-level collective dungeon on purpose. Although the C-level collective dungeon is indeed dangerous, it still lacks something compared to the B-level dungeon.

This is probably what Zhuge secretly wanted him to understand.

However, no one likes to be plotted against, even if it is done with good intentions.

The shiny table knife in the white-haired young man's hand turned around in his fingers, drawing a bright silver light. When it fell on the edge of the dinner plate, it immediately made a sharp and sharp noise.

"Just say what you want to say. This time I have nothing to ask for from you, but it's you who wants to ask for me. It's boring to be secretive."

Hearing his rude words, Zhuge An was not moved at all.

His meaningful eyes turned again and again on Zong Jiu, and then he said slowly: "Very good, you should know my intention."

Zong Jiu slapped his knife on the table and snorted coldly, "That's really a disappointment to Mr. Zhuge. I have joined forces with the devil. If we don't agree with each other, please come back."

Zhuge An, as if he had heard some funny joke, chuckled for the first time, "You don't know how."

"Then tell me, why can't I do it?"

Zong Jiu also raised his eyebrows, "I believe you have already noticed that we are essentially the same kind of people. Otherwise, why would you keep guarding me secretly?"

This is indeed true.

no.1 Zongjiu didn’t even believe a word of other nonsense, but he said that the two of them were the same kind of people. There was nothing wrong with his words. Even Zongjiu believed it in his heart and had nothing to refute. place.

He didn't think this could be hidden from Zhuge An, because Zong Jiu had never tried to hide his true nature in front of the other party. So after No. 1 Middle School figured out Zhuge An's intentions, he knew that this conversation was inevitable, but it was just a matter of who came to whom first.

Zhuge An looked at him from a distance with his deep eyes, "Devils are wild beasts that are never restrained. Morals, laws, etiquette...you don't care about these, but you are different."

"You have a chain on you."

No.3 means something, "What's even more strange is that... you yourself are aware of the existence of the chain, but you don't want to break free from it. Because you have seen what it looks like after breaking free from it. There is no restraint, maybe it is just pure I don’t want to be like that, that’s all.”

"So, I guess, you put this chain on yourself voluntarily."

The smile on Zong Jiu's face slowly faded, and the previous hostile atmosphere disappeared.

He didn't speak, but Zhuge An turned on his chatterbox attribute again, stood up from the sofa, and walked slowly around the room.

"I know everything about the B-level trainees' collective copy. It is indeed the same as what was deduced from the Tai Chi Bagua Pan. Since you have already figured out my intention, I won't say more. But... I have one more thing. I don’t understand, I need you to explain it to me.”

When the words came to this point, Zongjiu shrugged, "I'd like to hear the details."

Yes, he looks like a demon, but he doesn't look like one either.

It can even be said that they are similar, but facing opposite directions.

When No.1 expressed his intention to cooperate with him, no matter whether the devil had the idea of ​​stabbing Zongjiu again with Zongjiu's consent, Zongjiu would not agree to it. This was his principle. Since Zhuge An saw through this, he didn't bother to hide it.

The black-haired man walked up to him, his eyes full of inquiry, "You can obviously ignore Class 9 and not avenge those two people, why do you do it?"

Yes, Zong Jiu can indeed leave it alone.

He doesn't care about anyone's joys and sorrows. He can obviously take care of himself like the first two copies, so why bother meddling in other people's business.

"Because I made a promise to Class 9. I am not someone who breaks my word. Once I said it, I will definitely do it."

After a long while, Zong Jiu said, "As for No. 99 and No. 15..."

At this moment, he finally expressed his true thoughts.

One is playing with the world wantonly and the other is cold, restrained and indifferent. The shadows of the two people gradually overlap, but it is a pity that one is floating and bright, while the other is sinking into the abyss.

Under the light, the white-haired young man's face looked cold and inhumane.

“—these people’s suffering fascinates me because it is unnecessary.”

"Since it's not necessary, when I'm in a good mood and I go out to do a favor with a superior pity, isn't it the same as a devil who goes around making trouble when he's in a good mood? What's the difference?"

The author has something to say: This man's sufferings attracted me because they were unnecessary. ——Berto Brecht

Jiujiu is not a good person in the traditional sense, but he will not do bad things, so the idea of ​​No. 1 is unlikely to succeed from the beginning.

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