absurd deduction game.

Chapter 731 Tickets

three hours ago.

The simple and mysterious thick black ancient book was suspended beside the young man, the yellowed pages were flipping, and the sound was not very obvious in the winding alleyway.

Yanming pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and his eyes flicked between the pages of the book. Those seemingly incomprehensible strange words and symbols seemed to come from another time and space, and they complemented the golden light that flickered in his eyes.

Both the unknown and the all-knowing guide him.

"Moving..." he murmured, looking to the next fork in the road.

In his perception, the breath of "that item" has never been so obvious as it is today.

It seems to be close at hand.

The dirty ground rolled down a lot of dust and stones, which were accumulated after the end of the world because no one took care of it. And he didn't wear shoes, and the exposed insteps were printed with ancient symbols.

A series of pale golden brilliance lingered around the symbol, creating a certain distance between his feet and the ground. To put it simply, Yanming was floating all the way forward.

He had suppressed his own power in the past, and only some people at the top of the entire player system could know how strong he was in calculation.

During this year, due to the impetus of the absurd system, Yanming became even more outrageous.

In the impression of others, he has changed from an "ordinary" boss who looks very gentle and even jokes with everyone in the live broadcast room, to a bottomless abyss.

He is getting closer and closer to the "god", whether it is the use of power or the external appearance, it is beginning to be sanctified, and that unique divinity makes people... difficult to approach.

Not many people want to touch his brows, regardless of the fact that the undead investigation team behind him still has the ceiling of combat power such as the cold-faced Hades Yan Li and the madman Qiu Ziyan, just talk about himself, even if his frontal combat power is short. board, but—

Few enemies can stand in front of him alive, Yanming will detect it before showing hostility, and take the first step to solve the hidden danger.

That's why Lu Xiaorong was able to let him act alone with such peace of mind, and Yanming also trusted his own ability. He felt that there was no one in this game who could bring him too much danger, including the plot boss.

This is not arrogance or self-confidence, but his conclusions based on facts, and his conclusions have always been equal to the truth.

However, truth is meant to be broken.

At the next fork in the road, Yanming met a young man with green eyes and a somewhat mixed-race appearance.

His floating figure stopped suddenly.

Of course Yanming knew this person, and the ancient book floating beside him flipped naturally, staying on a page with the title of a magician.

No one's information can escape Yanming's eyes, unless the strength of the opponent is stronger than him, and this ancient sacrificial book that is as supermodel as Qu Yanqing's [Evil Grace] combined.

When the green-eyed young man stood in front of him carelessly, making it clear that he was coming towards him, a smile appeared on Yanming's face, and he quickly flipped through the contents of the ancient book.

"Magician, who calls himself Carlos, whose real name is Bai Luoyang, belongs to the Broken Mirror Squad, captain Xing, deputy captain Tianji, common abilities..." He calmly read what was written on the paper while observing Carlos' face.

The magician who blocked his way didn't seem surprised or embarrassed, he just tilted his head, stretched out his hand to scratch his dyed blue hair, and smiled like an acquaintance: "Oh, why, how long have I been named Bai Luoyang?" It’s useless, I’m sorry.”

Yanming also laughed, and bowed to Carlos to perform a courtesy that he did not know from which time and space: "Just to confirm the identity of the enemy. We have met each other in the previous three games, and we have never stood in a hostile position. , I must be sure that you are me, so I can think about where I offended you and let you suddenly block my way."

The art of language.

Under the leadership of Zhao Mou, Po Jing has a very good relationship with the Survivor Investigation Team. During the previous cooperation, Yanming paid attention to Carlos personally.

It's like he has brains but is too lazy to use them, so he would rather be a thug.

Zhao Mou is not here this time...

The magician tore off a layer of camouflage.

"As far as I know." Yanming watched Carlos walking towards him step by step, narrowed his eyes, and thought about the anti-killing plan, "Zhao Mou didn't give you and Leng Jiu an order to fight for that thing, you are , private thoughts?"

It will suddenly appear at this time, don't think about it, it's just here to cut off.

"That item" was close at hand, and Carlos must have known it, so he stopped him specially.

But why?He hadn't predicted Po Jing's coveting of that item at all before. In countless calculations, Po Jing was not on the chessboard - Po Jing's chessboard was in the base and in the plot.

The same is true for the magician. According to the deduction, he should now be preparing to respond to his teammates in the base, and let the survivors in the city make logistical preparations.

Instead of crossing half of the city, without arousing his premonition of danger, he quietly came to him.

This feeling of losing control is not only terrible, but also very novel, which makes Yanming aroused deep curiosity while being vigilant.

"That's right, it's a personal idea." Carlos generously admitted, and he finally walked half a meter in front of Yanming.

Yanming's feet didn't touch the ground, and he looked a little taller than him. Carlos raised his head slightly and stretched out his hand: "Actually, it's not that I want that ticket—oh, now you know from me that the item is a ticket Oh, oh, how did I tell you such important information, I'm so sorry."

He said it was a loss, but Carlos still had a smile on his face. His hand penetrated the space, and while Yanming dodged away, he pressed Yanming's shoulder accurately and suddenly pressed down in a strange sequence of judgments.

The divine all-knowing being was pressed into the dust, his knees hit the ground, and blood flowed out after the skin was broken.

Yanming was about to blurt out the devastating "curse" in his throat. He didn't care if his legs got dirty, and he didn't think kneeling in front of Carlos was a humiliation. His way of thinking had long been the same as that of humans. There are some differences.

He just thought about it: "Tickets."

These two words are not a lie.

The moment he heard this word, Yanming "knew" more, and a vague scene of desolation flickered in his mind, outlining an ancient city where no life could be seen.

Tickets.

It turns out... the thing that everyone is fighting for is the entrance ticket to the city in their minds.

"How do you know?" This time, Yanming was genuinely puzzled.

What even he didn't calculate, was known to the magician long ago.

There is only one possibility, the magician is related to this thing, or... only the real level can get the information before him.

"You are—" Yan Ming just wanted to say, Carlos covered his mouth, leaned over, and said in a low voice, "Actually, my goal is not tickets."

The magician's nimble fingers came to the side of Yanming's face, and took off his glasses lightly: "It's you."

"But don't get me wrong, I'm not a psycho, I mean... Now I need you to stay away from that ticket."

"Then, talk to me."

(End of this chapter)