Ke Qier understood. In fact, he is not slow - he can figure out some aspects of this idea faster than Yi Cha, and he understands it more thoroughly.
The thick stream of time windows flowed through them. They seemed to have caught the most important one.
Keqier felt like he was in a gray and dry wind.
The career of a professional land builder must be some kind of grand plan.
Such careful preparations by the warmongers also indicate some kind of grand plan.
There must be some way in which these two grand plans can be merged into one.
Alternatively, the Land Builder's grand plan is the basic condition for both plans.
Contacting the Land Builder seems to be a very important step. If they don't interfere in any way, the Land Builder will continue to follow her plan.
It seems that this is why gamblers will definitely die.
What he ultimately wants is to stop this plan?
Ke Qier is naturally sensitive to things that are not self-serving. Thinking of this, his chest felt extremely tight.
He stared at the red tabletop. It's now smooth and streak-free.
It leads to the floor, to the entire building, to the surface, all the way up along the deep well, allowing the land builder to connect to the backside of the end of the tunnel thousands of kilometers below.
Or do gamblers think less? But worse?
He wanted to disrupt Master Zao Lu's thoughts.
Want to cause the collapse of faith, the collapse of one's own faith. He betrayed his professional field and the word "professional". He was no longer a martyr with gambling itself as his only goal of improvement, but hoped to use his best skills to achieve something.
Not available.
Martyrs are not to be used.
This behavior will never be allowed. Was his bet a sham? How can he cleverly set the stage, how can he wander around and bypass the rules to get to this point?
Come to the point where you die in the right window of time.
To a martyr death is not a fear.
The scary thing is——
"I betrayed the only thing I could rely on for something that didn't benefit me."
And he did both.
A chill climbed up his spine, and the more Ke Qier thought about it, the harder it became to breathe.
It felt like many small holes had been poked in my heart. The blood dripping from the wind.
"What else can we do?"
After a moment of silence, Ke Qier asked softly.
He had forgotten the disagreement he had with Yi Cha just now.
The specific thing, the specific life that caused their disagreement no longer exists. A greater tragedy overshadows it.
"Observe." Icha said flatly - as if this guy could have any other attitude.
"What's the use of observing?"
Observation is certainly useful, and it leads to the possibility of collapse. But Ke Qier is not always so rigorous.
"Betting requires witnesses." Yicha replied.
"Is there still a gambling game?" Ke Qier asked subconsciously.
How does a gambler win? He is dead.
Yi Cha did not answer.
Ke Qier did not ask further questions.
They all looked at the bright red tabletop - it temporarily attracted their attention.
A line of delicate words appeared on the smooth and unmarked tabletop just now:
"He's right. But I have to do it."
There is even a signature, which is the hand mark on the chest of the land maker.
Ke Qier stared at the line of words.
He has lost the ability to live after the warmongers' "taunt of battle" and "eyes of victimhood" were removed from him.
But he wanted to be angry now.
I can be angry. I have to be angry.
A terrifying thought passed through Ke Qil's mind:
The only people who know about this matter are these guys here - Yi Cha, the land builder, the warmonger... If I am not angry about this matter, no one will be angry about it.
That line of words quickly disappeared - like writing on the beach erased by the waves.
Just when he was thinking about whether he should be angry——
The air suddenly became extremely heavy, as if something was coming.
…
There is definitely something coming.
Another short period of time passed by.
A sense of pressure surged into Keqier's heart.
The nerves were tense, and the power of thinking was diverted to more important places. He was thinking, but the flashing images in his mind were temporarily suspended.
Something is coming.
For a moment, undivided attention seemed to be the top priority.
"do you understand?"
At the moment when the invisible string was tightened, Yi Cha suddenly turned to him and said: "Understanding is the first step. Think about the rules and the connections behind them. Maybe there are some unique connections that you are good at discovering." "
Why do you suddenly say this at this moment?
Ke Qier looked at him with wide eyes.
Click.
It was the voice in his head.
Pressure is a door, pushing him to the other side.
It seemed like a switch had been turned on on the other side.
In an instant, something strange appeared in front of Ke Qier's eyes.
First everything briefly ghosted, then the extension cord.
He thought he had fainted, so he supported the table and his eyes slipped uncontrollably into the distance——
Extension lines appeared on the edges of the table and in the gaps between walls.
Where the extension lines intersect, there seems to be translucent pyramids tightly inserted there, like a mold holding up the outer skin.
He raised his head in confusion, and saw many large and small bubbles in the air hitting his sight. He quickly looked away, and saw two rows of reddish-brown knotty branches like spider legs appearing on both sides of the bright red tabletop in front of him.
The spider-like legs were very long and kept twitching - as if there was really a big struggling spider buried under the table - and the twitching did not help, as the ends of the legs were all tangled together.
A magical sense of mission (or, in other words, a mood that is willing to make something develop harmoniously) controlled Keqier.
Love reading books
He temporarily forgot about other things and how weird the scene in front of him was, and gently fiddled with the tangled spider legs.
Contrary to his expectations, they separated easily.
Small reddish-brown sticks kicked in the air, and they stopped moving with satisfaction.
Kezier stared at the spiders' thin legs.
There was a pause of unknown length.
Exhaustion melted through him, and he braced himself on the table, rubbing his forehead with one fist.
"Can you see it?" Yi Cha didn't speak for a while, but now he glanced at him and said slowly.
"I can see..."
Ke Qier replied subconsciously.
"You must first understand the rules before you can see them." Yi Cha didn't ask any more questions, turned around, walked to the transparent wall, and looked outside.
Ke Qier stared at his back blankly.
The thoughts that were driven away just now came back to my mind bit by bit.
I understand……
What did I understand? Should I be angry?
"You can also feel the time window?" Yi Cha asked without looking back.
"What?" Ke Qier followed.
For a moment, he kind of knew what Yi Cha was talking about.
The action at this moment seemed particularly smooth.
He stood next to Icha, in front of the transparent wall.
A row of blue buttons.
The nine-round final moon casts a layer of cold light on everything it illuminates.
There is a gap, a gap waiting for the last moon.
The wait has just been completed.
The last moon lifted up its skirt, took the final step, and slowly returned to its position.
