Ren Yin saw Wu Hui thinking seriously, so he stopped talking and watched him thinking hard.
This is relatively rare for Wu Hui. After all, he is so smart that he can figure out everything quickly and has a good memory. He will never forget things and be unable to remember them.
Wu Hui, who is thinking, usually only appears when playing chess with Ren Yin or Du Ziming.
"What are you thinking about?" Ren Yin looked at Wu Hui's profile.
Wu Hui pushed up his glasses: "I don't know what I'm thinking, but I know this is very unusual. It's very unlike me."
"I plan to walk around the school first to see if I can recall anything. There should be many similar cases in psychology." Wu Hui said, "Do you want to come with me?"
"I still have a lot of things to do in the student union." Ren Yin said, "You can ask Lu Meng to accompany you."
She looked at Wu Hui: "To be honest, I already regret joining the student union. It's such a meaningless organization."
"Indeed." Wu Hui nodded.
After chatting, Wu Hui began to walk in this familiar school, but he felt a strange feeling that he had not seen for a long time.
He is a rational person who usually does not think wildly and fantasize about cool and interesting but unreasonable things. So Wu Hui just tried his best to remember.
It was as if I had seen another world, where I, Li Xiaojing, Ren Yin, and Du Ziming were walking in this school and on this playground. Fighting with someone in the library, that person is...
The next moment, Wu Hui looked at the librarian in silence.
This is a young man with a bit of cynicism and pride on his face. Wu Hui remembered that he was not a librarian, and vaguely remembered his name - Liu Ming.
Something is wrong... something very wrong.
A strong sense of disobedience exploded in my mind.
It was as if he were standing in a dilapidated library, with a hand around his neck and a gun between him and the enemy.
After a gunshot, everything calmed down.
Du Ziming stood behind Wu Hui, smiling, and shot Liu Ming's head with a pistol he didn't know where he came from. Then he patted Wu Hui on the shoulder: "Hey, are you not awake yet?"
"Almost." Wu Hui paused for a moment: "Well, I'm completely awake now."
"Then you stop him for me, and I'll open his stomach." Du Ziming smiled, took out his dagger, and squatted down in a very perverted way.
"It's not necessarily in the stomach." Wu Hui turned around and saw many classmates running away in fear.
Du Ziming's movements were very fast, and his knife was also very fast. Shuashua took out a bloody playing card and handed it to Wu Hui. The card still showed Wu Hui's serious and quiet face.
The little gray king is watching them.
"You figured it out, you solve it yourself. Where is the king?" After thinking about it, Wu Hui didn't have any confusion or hesitation, and quickly got into the mood and started looking for a way to break the situation.
"Of course it's in the playground, let's go." Du Ziming shot and killed two classmates who were calling the police, and the two walked towards the playground together.
In terms of the level of the Dominator game, Du Ziming is indeed better. While Wu Hui was still in a daze, Du Ziming had already woken up and was able to quickly break the situation with a pistol that came from nowhere.
"Where did you get the pistol?" Wu Hui asked.
Du Ziming: "Toy gun."
What the hell is a toy gun? Can a toy gun kill someone? But Wu Hui also knew that Du Ziming was not talking nonsense. This should be a toy gun, but toy guns can also be quite effective in killing people.
As long as you think he can be lethal. It's a real gun.
After the murder, Du Ziming walked away and came to the playground with Wu Hui. Although they couldn't see the clown's head, they still touched the thing based on the location in their memory, got into it, and then picked up the playing cards out of thin air.
With one brush, the world in front of me suddenly disappeared.
All falsehoods turned into reality, but Wu Hui's expression became more solemn. Because judging from the situation just now, the master can really tamper with and seal their memories at will, and everything in their minds is no longer credible.
Am I Wu Hui? Or Du Ziming? Or is Wu Hui really like this?
Is everything I saw in the past real? Is everything in my memory real?
Doubt, even if his reason told Wu Hui that there was no point in doubting, he still couldn't help but doubt. Because Wu Hui is essentially a person who will consider all possibilities. This is the reason why he always wins, but it can also be a weakness that the master takes advantage of.
"The Master really understands human nature so well and is so good at taking advantage of people's weaknesses. I originally thought you were an invulnerable person, but it seems that I can't learn enough on my own." Du Ziming said.
Wu Hui's face was expressionless: "Everyone has weaknesses, and his personality is always biased. If he doesn't stand out or has a tendency, he is actually mediocre."
"So as long as the original normal bias is amplified under the right environment, there will naturally be weaknesses."
Du Ziming applauded Wu Hui. Your understanding is so good, I will remember it. Maybe I can use it on you in the future if I have the opportunity.
But Wu Hui was too lazy to pay attention to him.
The world before our eyes changed again. The two of them each hold a playing card in their hands, namely the big king and the little king.
The little king is dark and serious, while the big king is bright and funny, looking extremely vivid.
In front of them now was a building.
From the start of the game to now, the Overlord finally issued instructions to them.
"Enter the building and collect fifty-four playing cards. You can enter the next stage."
"It's really a trap. Does that mean we just got a ticket from the beginning to now?" Du Ziming stretched his waist: "Following the master's route will only get more and more traps. Why don't we demolish this building? ?”
A ball of flame burned beside Du Ziming. It gave him quite a lot of confidence.
At the fifteenth level, you can indeed have a little confrontation with the devil without being treated as a plaything. It's just that for a ruler like you who never confronts you head-on, this trick is useless.
Of course, Wu Hui is not opposed to him giving it a try. After all, he doesn't want to follow the route arranged by the master.
A flame began to burn the building, but it didn't seem to be doing much. Moreover, both of them were not even sure whether the building in front of them was really burning. It is also impossible to determine whether the combustion is effective.
"Oh, it seems to be of no use." About half an hour later, Du Ziming, who was still using Wu Hui's body, shrugged and held the trump card in his hand. The clown's smile seemed to be even more exaggerated.
Wu Hui looked at his little gray ace and took a deep breath. The hallucinations came and went, changing several times. Maybe it was foreshadowing, or maybe it was just a random play on the whim of the master, just to make him uncomfortable.
