"You need a corpse?"

Hugo listened, thought for a moment, and shook his head.

"If it would have been possible before the Black Gate found out, but now that the Black Gate people have sealed off the theater, I can't get in and take the body out."

Hugo made it clear that she could not get the body.

At the first exchange, it was at an impasse.

After the great existence, Su Qi looked at the two people in front of the round table to see how they planned to solve it?

For the first meaningful mysterious exchange, he didn't want to die, and he was ready to push it.

But......

The white mouse, who had been silently beside him and seemed to be messing around, suddenly raised his hand.

"Mr. White Mouse?"

The white mouse pointed to the corpse markings on the model, and then to himself.

The meaning of the expression is obvious.

"Mr. Mouse, can you bring the corpse out?"

The white mouse nodded.

九头 says:

"I think we can close this deal, what do you need in exchange."

Again, the rat made a staccato sound:

"Dry ...... Casein......"

"Cottage cheese?"

Nine heads were stunned, this was the second time she had heard the white mouse speak, but how ...... Cottage cheese again?

"It's the price of ability."

Hugo on the side spoke.

Ability? Nine heads thought of their corpse and also needed to consume coffee.

"It's ...... Many...... Dry...... Casein......"

The white mouse repeated, seemingly learning to say more words than he had been a week ago.

"Okay, Mr. White Mouse, I'll pay you a lot...... Cottage cheese, if you can bring the corpse. ”

Hugo said, "You need a place to trade, don't you?" ”

"Mr. White Mouse, here's a phone and you can call them 'funeral homes'.

Make this call when the body is in your hands and the funeral home will come and pick up the body and pay you, and they will keep everything confidential. ”

Nine heads told the white rat a phone number.

Although it is still a bit strange that this demand for cottage cheese.

It's not a hard thing to get started, is it? Why would the White Rat Boss be used for such trading conditions?

However, the white mouse is a hidden boss.

The person who newly entered the mysterious hall today and called himself an "emoji" knows a lot and is very powerful.

But she couldn't get the body. But the rat boss can get it.

In a simple logical comparison, the white mouse is really the big guy standing at the top of the food chain.

What needs the white rat has, just change it, and she won't suffer anyway.

Now, she has the body in her hands and the information.

Although a long time has passed, it is difficult to say how much more the corpse discussion can play, but it is better than nothing.

This alone is enough to be a bargaining chip.

"What kind of price do you want?"

Hugo shrugged and smiled, she really couldn't get the corpse, it couldn't be helped.

"Some books on the occult and channels of contact for occult organizations."

"Sure enough, you're still a beginner."

In the conversation between the two just now, Hugo knew a little in his heart, this nine-headed person is not a particularly skilled mystery.

Now it seems that the other party really wants to find himself some introduction to the occult.

"No problem, I can provide you with a couple of primers, and in three days, I'll call the funeral home and you ask them to exchange with the news."

Hugo promised that it would not be difficult for her.

It is common for the Nine Heads to be a mystic who has awakened to the deep sea, but has no way to join the system school.

As for the white mouse, if he doesn't speak, Hugo can't analyze it, but the other party is sure that he can steal the corpse from Heimen's men, and it will definitely not be simple.

The other party must be a mysterious person with far more qualifications than himself, but he doesn't know which system he comes from.

……

The transaction is completed.

The image of the hidden boss of the white rat is becoming more and more plump under the brains of Jiutou and Hugo.

However, the mouse seemed to be calm and silent at this time, but in fact he was in a daze, thinking about two words: cheese.

……

"Time is running out."

Nine heads said.

"Is there a time limit here?"

Hugo entered the Hall of Mysteries for the first time.

"The Hall of Mysteries, open for ten minutes at a time."

"It's short, Mr. Truth, can we have more time."

The Hall of Mysteries was silent for a moment.

Twenty-sided dice appeared in front of Hugo.

The Great Being Speaks:

"Destiny points to the right truth."

"The rules that Mr. Truth and we have set are to decide whether some mystery can be said through this dice, and the explicit dice represent affirmation, and the dark dice represent negation."

Nine heads explained on the side.

"A protection mechanism? Isolate the danger of going crazy out of control? It's really fresh. ”

Hugo knew more about the occult than Ninehead, and as soon as Ninehead said it, she understood the meaning of the existence of dice.

Of course, just understand the superficial layer.

It was impossible for her to know that behind the dice was Su Qi who was artificially controlled, specially used to confuse a mysterious person like her.

The dice are rolled, the dark side.

There is no need for the 'Great Being' to speak out, the result is obvious, there can be no more time.

At least not yet.

As expected, Hugo didn't care.

However, she noticed something else.

"Meme, you just said that Mr. Truth and the rules you set?"

"What's wrong?"

"In other words, the rules here are not set in stone, they can be added, right?"

Hugo's eyes lit up.

……

After the great existence, Su Qi couldn't help but grin back with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and couldn't help but want to pat his thigh,

You're such a genius!

Su Qizang's move, this big treasure buried, he thought that he would have to wait at least half a year, or even a year, before it could be slowly dug out.

But I never expected it.

This is the second time that the mysterious hall has been opened, and it was directly hit by the new Hugo, who hit the point!

Su Qi now felt that it was too correct to decide to let this Hugo enter the Hall of Mystery at that time.

……

"Mr. Truth, may I propose a rule?"

Hugo said tentatively.

The Hall of Mysteries was silent and unresponsive.

Hugo waited a moment and decided to keep trying.

"The Hall of Mystics is your ritual, great and mysterious, and we mystics cannot find order in your vast mysteries.

So we hope that you can give us a direction, a framework of rules.

This nine-headed lady has done a good job of running a 'deal' for your mystery.

This Mr. White Mouse has the ability to investigate mysteries?

And I, I have the channels and methods to build the stage, to build the mystery.

Your greatness can defy order, but we are small enough to beg you to give a rule to bind. ”

……

Su Qi listened to Hugo's proposal, the smile on the corner of his mouth became brighter and brighter, and there was nothing more satisfying than everything developing according to his expectations.

Hugo came up with that concept for him.

Division of labor, division of duties.

10:08 p.m. on weekends.

The second meeting of the Hall of Mysteries.

Because of Hugo's proposal, the Hall of Mysteries officially moved from chaos and disorder to order and development.

……

The twenty-sided dice fell again in front of Hugo.

Hugo rolls the dice.

Bright side.

"My mystery, order."

The 'Great Being' spoke, and at the same time, three representative objects glowing with golden light appeared in front of him:

Scales, pendulums, pyramids.

Each represents the three acts of order in the Hall of Mysteries:

Exchange, investigation, fabrication.