"No? Is there any difference?"
Zhan Jingyi raised his other hand from behind his back, revealing the pistol in his hand: "There is still a bullet in this gun. If I kill you, I can still break this clay pot at any time."
Before, Zhan Jingyi read a discussion question. When you are walking on the street, you suddenly find a 100-dollar bill and a 10-dollar bill on the ground. If you were asked to pick it up, which one would you pick?
This question seems to be a multiple choice question, but it is actually an IQ question.
In fact, if you think about it for a moment, you will know that this is obviously a free point question, so of course I picked up both!
Zhan Jingyi's approach was exactly the same as the answer to this question. The clay pot couldn't escape there, but the real culprit behind the scenes, the shadow behind the glass, was the scariest thing.
"you……"
Faced with Zhan Jingyi's almost rogue answer, Lang Yifeng was stunned for a moment and then suddenly laughed, but there was a strong bitterness in the smile: "I thought of you too simply."
"We came out...can you hear...the altar was smashed..."
At this time, the radio station on the side was still flashing, but it was still repeating the previous sentence, like a repeater.
Seeing this, Zhan Jingyi picked up the radio and put it in his hand.
"From the beginning, I have always had doubts in my heart, but the direction of the doubts was not the radio station, but another group of people on the radio station. In fact, these people are all made up by you."
Looking at the radio in his hand, Zhan Jingyi had a very keen intuition because he had experienced entering illusions many times. From the beginning, he felt that everything was very strange and there were too many unreasonable things.
In fact, at the beginning, Zhan Jingyi never thought that the radio station itself was a cover, but as the plot developed, it became a bit too natural. Almost every time they encountered difficulties, there would be a radio station to point the way.
This is just like when you are playing a game, and suddenly an NPC comes to you from time to time to explain the next direction of the story and tell you how to pass the level. Although it may be very enjoyable to play like this, it may also fall into someone else's trap. .
…
Shen Qingcui had climbed up from the ground and was leaning on the side of the carriage, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her injuries were indeed serious, and now she could barely breathe half a breath.
But at this moment, I kept my ears open and listened carefully, but the more I listened, the more confused I became. I seemed to understand a lot, but I couldn't seem to understand anything. What was going on? ?
"Actually, I didn't expect it at first. I thought I had really encountered some strange space, entered the tunnel of time, and experienced Ushi Toyama's life. After all, it was all very real."
"Moreover, the most clever thing about you is that you also involved a person I know, which makes me think that this is a real world, but you may not know some of my past experiences, and these experiences make me Learned a lot.”
"But actually, from the moment I saw Shen Qingcui, that is, from this moment on, I realized that something was not right. Too many coincidences made the whole thing too unreasonable. I was thinking, if everything is Fake……"
"Including the radio station itself, then... what will be the result!!"
Zhan Jingyi was just suspicious at first, but as this shadow cast over his heart, he felt as if he was trapped in a huge trap.
The most terrifying thing is that they have already stepped into the trap, but they are unaware of the real fatal crisis.
It was precisely because of this that Zhan Jingyi became suspicious of the clay pot on the altar in front of him.
No! Perhaps it should be said that more than anything, he is suspicious of the radio station he owns. No matter how sophisticated the deception is, it cannot be separated from the two words.
information.
Whether it’s what they see or hear, many scammers’ tactics are to pass on information to you so that you believe it to be true, thereby manipulating you step by step.
And if you think about it carefully, regardless of the altar of the train, Ushi Tomiyama and his diary, there will always be monsters hunting them, and even a third of the train suddenly disappeared.
Wait, all the information that Zhan Jingyi and Shen Qingcui need to know comes from this radio station.
It can be said that these things, not even a single piece of information, were discovered by themselves!
He and Shen Qingcui, invisibly, as one thing happened, eventually became the puppets of the radio station.
They are wary of the person on the other side of the radio station, but often ignore that the radio station itself may be a liar.
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"Your method is very clever. I still can't understand whether those voices on the radio are really made up by you out of thin air, or there are other methods. But there is no doubt that you summoned this armored warrior and your appearance. , is your biggest failure in this trap, superfluous!"
"Oh, another thing, when you wrote on the glass, you used your right hand, but I remember that when you fired the gun, you used your left hand. Are you left-handed??"
"What exactly is your purpose?"
Zhan Jingyi's slightly teasing tone once again pointed out that there were many flaws hidden in Lai Yifeng's failure in the last step.
Zhan Jingyi could understand all this. Lang Yifeng did this to force himself to destroy the clay pot as soon as possible.
But he didn't expect that although Zhan Jingyi was kind, he was not a fool, let alone a good student who only knew how to follow the rules.
And he was already very doubtful about the whole thing, and when Lai Yifeng suddenly jumped out, it made him even more doubtful.
It was just a battle against Jing Yi. At the end, at the most critical moment, the mastermind should be the one who jumped out. At this time, even if he was not absolutely sure, he still had to take a gamble.
"Ahem!"
Faced with Zhan Jingyi's cynicism, Lang Yifeng covered his chest and coughed violently, looking helplessly at the clay pot behind him.
Lang Yifeng panted heavily, with a ferocious look on his face, and said: "One thing you said is wrong. We have indeed entered a strange space. This netherworld is real, and most of what you just experienced is true. of……"
"It's just that I knew from the beginning that there would be such a process, so I could stay out of it and use some small means to manipulate you. You can't blame me for this. Who made you so unlucky? I originally wanted you to take the initiative to break this trap. Jar, I didn’t expect you to see through everything, ahem..."
As he spoke, Lang Yifeng coughed violently, finally stopped, and said: "You hurt my heart, and I can't survive. I can see that Brother Zhan is kind-hearted, and I want to ask you one thing." , please help me take my daughter back and bury her somewhere."
As he spoke, he struggled to get up, took out a porcelain jar from the luggage bag on his back, and placed it on the ground. With a nostalgic smile on his face, he touched the porcelain jar and said, "In return, I can answer you." Two questions, I hope you can fulfill my wish."
Zhan Jingyi touched his chin and looked at Lang Yifeng, hesitating in his heart whether to believe him or not. To be honest, he was a little hesitant. After all, he had lied to him once before, so why should he believe him again?
…
Seeing Zhan Jingyi's hesitation, Lang Yifeng was a little anxious and said: "Brother Zhan, although I have plotted against you and taken advantage of you, after all, I am also a dying person. If you don't agree, then I can only take him with you." Are you willing to have all your problems go to hell?"
Hearing his words, Zhan Jingyi was startled. He felt that what he said was reasonable and said calmly: "First question, you just said that this place is real. Is this place real? Isn't it an illusion you built?"
Lang Yifeng panted for a long time and said: "I don't know how to tell you about the situation here. The situation here is real, but there are also many unreal places. But because I was prepared before, I am a bit like a third party." Look at this place from my perspective, so I know the dangers here better than you do, and I can achieve my goal of controlling you with the help of some small means I use."
Looking at him, Zhan Jingyi nodded, and then asked, "What is your purpose for doing this?"
"What I told you before is actually correct. I really came to see my father. It's just that the situation here is more complicated than I thought. The clay pot is the secret. Breaking it can make the train return to the right path. But be careful……"
At this point, Lang Yifeng suddenly vomited a large mouthful of blood. Before he could finish the question, he was already dying. Before he died, his eyes were still staring at Zhan Jingyi.
Zhan Jingyi sighed and nodded. Lang Yifeng seemed to be relieved of something, and closed his eyes with helplessness and regret.
If Lang Yifeng dies, it doesn't matter whether he dies with a sigh of relief or whether he dies unjustly.
But it is undeniable that his plan was actually very careful, but unfortunately he met Zhan Jingyi.
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