These 30 bottles of potions are all powerful blue potions, but the quality is different, which is equivalent to providing 30 possibilities, plus the buff obtained from the NPC girl before, the chance of overlapping is only one in 150.

Judging from the previous encounters, there are only five teams of people in that group of monsters, and the possibility of not being able to distinguish them under this probability is quite small.

"Good way."

The three of them all agreed, each took a bottle of potion and reported the quality to each other, and then each chose a fork in the road and left.

Loth's quality is 61, the return wind is 57, and the puffy cloud is 55, and Sherlock himself returns to the first fork in the road with a quality 49, heading towards the right lane.

After half an hour of exploring alone, he had a preliminary feeling about the labyrinth.

It is said to be a labyrinth, and it is really a little aggrieved by this magnificent and beautiful complex.

From rocky lowland plains to highland canyons crisscrossed by streams, two completely different forms of landforms can sometimes be seen in less than half a mile.

But to say that this is a park is a bit of a neglect of the deep mystery in it.

The quiet pond water, the rushing stream, the cascading waterfall, the towering trees, the tangled vines, the luxuriant flowers and plants, these things seem to have a different kind of charm when they are intertwined, and the fork in the road that will appear every three or four hundred steps, even Sherlock, who has always thought that he has a good sense of direction, is a little dizzy at this time.

After another half an hour, he had completely given up trying to find his bearings.

"Unless it's lucky, there will definitely be no gain, there should be some clues he didn't catch." As he walked, he thought back to all the events that had happened since he set foot on the island.

Rumble!

An explosion suddenly sounded not far away, followed by the sound of two chasing footsteps.

Sherlock's gaze had barely reached the sight of the two footsteps.

It's Floating Clouds and Los!

No, it's also possible that they will turn into monsters that have turned into clouds and los.

The other two seemed to have the same idea, and when they saw the third person, they also stopped fighting and confronted each other in a triangle.

When the Truth Horizon was opened, Sherlock saw the buffs on the two of them, the exclusive vision of Los, and the +1 agility of the floating clouds were all problems, so there was a problem with the quality of the potion that was randomly taken for the second time.

"What is the quality of the potion in your hands?" He asked.

“41！”

“55！”

The former is Loos, the latter is Fuyun, he already knows who is the fake, the golden shuriken is in his hand, and while shouting his number, he stabs at Loos.

The combination of him and Fuyun, the real body of Los, a troubadour, was powerless, and of course these 100% simulated monsters could not make any waves, and died under his shuriken in less than two rounds.

"Sherlock, this is my potion, what about yours?" As he spoke, Fuyun took out his blood recovery potion and set it up in exhibition mode.

He didn't expect to meet his old rival again after going around for a long time, and he was robbed of his head by the other party, and he was not convinced, and an orange-yellow light flashed.

"For ......" The thief's throat moved, and the scream of surprise fell to the ground before it could be heard

Sherlock put away his shuriken, bent down to pick up the vial of the healing potion that had fallen to the ground, and pondered.

How could it be that even the blood recovery potion also appeared, he was obviously holding the blue return potion, could it be said that he was also a random event when he chose what type of potion.

If that's the case, the possibilities are too many.

That must be a good thing, Sherlock comforted himself, but he didn't know why he just couldn't be happy, he had been restless ever since he set foot on the island, or rather approached it.

And in the next half hour, he encountered five waves of a total of eight monsters disguised as them one after another, and because of all kinds of random variables, he easily found their flaws.

At the same time, he finally found the reason why he couldn't be happy, these monsters appeared too often, and he could meet eight in such a large maze in a short period of time, and the number of them would definitely not be only five teams as he had guessed before.

It's not that he's afraid that there are too many monsters to beat, but if the base is large enough, no matter how many random variables there are, there will always be exactly the same situation.

For example, in the return wind not far away, the other party is obviously aware of the above two problems, so even if all the known variables of the two are correct, they still dare not confirm each other's identities.

"Sherlock, why don't we ask a question by ourselves, no matter who thinks there is a problem, they will do it, anyway, at most they will drop a level." Hui Feng thought of a solution.

"No problem, I'll ask first." At this time, it is very important to have the right to move first, and he immediately asked, "Which side did we choose when we encountered the first fork in the road?" ”

Based on previous encounters, this is also considered a variable.

"Right!" After Hui Feng finished speaking, he was engrossed in his vigilance, and only after seeing that the other party did not make a move for a long time did he ask his own question: "Who was the second person who ran out of the dense fog at that time." ”

"Yes......" Sherlock dragged a long voice as if thinking, but the magic fluctuations in his palm did not hide from the other party.

Hui Feng is a pure auxiliary type of priest, and he really has no chance of winning a fight, let alone running, so he directly gave up resistance and said: "Sure enough, I am old and my brain is not good, so I can ask this question." ”

This question may seem like a no-brainer, but it has revealed an important piece of information.

Because they didn't discuss this issue afterwards, the people who ran out later would not know the order in which the first few people ran out, and even if they learned the answer, they couldn't tell the truth from the false.

So this back wind must be one of the first two to run out, and it is not the same as what Sherlock has experienced, so naturally there is no need to continue answering and asking questions.

"Actually, you shouldn't have checked with me at all."

Checking the identity is actually a very dangerous thing, especially for people with weak heads-up ability like Hui Feng, whether it is found that the other party is fake or found to be fake by the other party, the end will be his death.

"That's right, it seems like I didn't think it through." Hui Feng said calmly.

"Goodbye then!"

After Sherlock finished speaking, his waist twisted sharply, driving his entire upper body to spin, and the dusk shuriken in his hand took advantage of the momentum to come out of his hand and flew towards a stomp of grass 200 feet away.