"How do you make sure you don't die?"

"It's just me saying that you definitely don't believe it, so I'm going to let time prove it." Zhou Yi said.

"So, what about you, Mr. Wick, why do you want to quit?"

"I ......," Wick hesitated, "because of one person." ”

"Man...... Woman? Zhou Yi smiled and said, "Okay, woman, love, yes, this is indeed one of the emotions that can make people face life and death, for this, I toast you." ”

"Do you really know psychology?" Wick asked, confused.

He hadn't answered Zhou Yi's question just now, and Zhou Yi gave the answer firmly.

Of course, Wick didn't know that Zhou Yi was an open hanger.

"A little bit," Zhou Yi said, "it's just some hobbies in my spare time, it seems that I have analyzed it correctly again." ”

"You're right," said Wick, "because I met her, I know that there are other ...... in this world Something more meaningful. ”

"Well, then, for the time being, the purpose between the two of us should be the same, to some extent," Zhou Yi concluded, "and we are all going to fight against the hotel." ”

"What I'm going to do isn't as difficult as you," Wick shook his head, "I just want to quit." ”

"That's enough," Zhou Yi smiled, "what kind of requirements will they give you?" Wick? ”

"If it were me, I would give you a task that you don't even think you can complete, and let you die in that mission, so that it is not only justified, but also maintains the dignity of the Continental Hotel."

“…… So, what do you want to do? ”

Wick had to admit that there was nothing wrong with Zhou Yi's statement, and with Wick's understanding of that group of people, they were indeed able to do this kind of thing.

"I think you probably know," Zhou Yi raised his glass and gestured to Wick, "I want to invite you to join the Templars." ”

"I don't see anything that would allow me to join," Wick was unmoved, "you're strong, but it's still not enough for what you're going to do, it's not enough." ”

"It's just a pre-agreement that means you're willing to think about it." Zhou Yi's hand stopped in mid-air, not moving.

"You can make a choice after I've shown enough strength, but for now, I need an upfront answer, because that's how you're worth my time and energy."

“…… You're confident. Wick asked, "Why?" ”

"Because, the extremes of things must be opposed, and the yin poles must be yang," Zhou Yi said, "I am the Templar who wants to bring sunshine back to this world." ”

"Sounds like a religious madman babbling gibberish." Wick sighed.

"But ......"

"Who told me to try something that a madman would do?"

The wine glasses collide with each other and make a crisp sound.

……

League of Assassins.

Carlos walked into a secret room.

It stands to reason that he is not qualified to enter here.

Only Sloane, the leader of the Assassin League, was allowed to enter.

But, of course, such a thing could not help but be difficult for the master assassin "Cross" Carlos.

He came here in search of something.

"Fate......" Carlos looked at the huge loom in the center of the chamber.

This is the thousand-year-old legacy of the League of Assassins, the Loom of Destiny!

Kill one, save thousand, this is the creed of all the Assassins of the League of Assassins.

And they all believe in the guidance of fate, in the list given by the loom, in what they are doing is right.

"But when fate is in the hands of man......" Carlos walked towards the loom, his hand lightly stroking the spinning yarn on it.

The hand holding the spear was cautious and reverent as it stroked the light veil.

"Are you still the same you? Destiny? Or will they become a tool for the rest of the people to seek their own personal gain? ”

Carlos stopped, stared at the loom, looked at it for a long time, and asked softly.

"If you are still fate, then please give me guidance and tell me who the real enemy of the Assassin League is......"

The voice of the words turned into a breeze, blowing through the spinning yarn, leading to a delicate silk thread, imperceptible to the naked eye, vibrating gently.

Long.

"......" Carlos turned in disappointment and prepared to leave.

"Click."

A near-imperceptible sound caused Carlos to stop, standing still, motionless.

Slowly, he turned, trembling, and looked at the loom.

"Click, click......"

The sound gradually continued, the mavel, the wringing stick, the pair of rollers...... All the parts, without any driving force, started moving!

Under Carlos' watchful eye, the loom of fate, without any power, spun on its own, weaving a piece of yarn.

Carlos stepped forward gently, gently and carefully, lifted the piece of fabric, cut it off, and placed it under the microscope.

1，0，1，0……

The binary codes automatically began to combine, correspond, and allow Carlos to parse the corresponding letters.

Eventually—

"Sloan ......"

A sigh echoed through the chamber and faded into silence.

Among them, anger, regret, and ...... Glad?

……

"So, my words reminded you of some previous details, and then, you went straight to the Loom of Destiny, asked about the Loom, and got the answer?"

Zhou Yi looked confused.

This time, he was really confused.

Before, he was not unaware of the special features of the Loom of Destiny, after all, an item that could be passed down by the Assassin Organization for thousands of years should be a little ...... A special place?

However, there is no power source here, what the hell is a loom that moves to weave cloth by itself?

How do you get moving?

Magic?

Or is it because, the real fate?

Zhou Yi couldn't help but have a lot of ideas.

It's just that he won't be shocked to the point of losing his mind by this.

At best, it's a little surprise.

After all, it's not like he hasn't seen something unscientific!

The so-called unscientific is just a science that cannot be understood at the current level of cognition.

The end of science is theology, in fact, this sentence is explained from a certain point of view, which is very reasonable—because, from the present perspective, if you look at the level reached at the end of science, it is naturally incomprehensible, and it looks like God.

"Yes," Carlos certainly didn't know that Zhou Yi had so much mental activity in just a few seconds, "I deciphered the code and got Sloane's name." ”

PS: After the exam, the blood tank was emptied, and I tried my best to write for so long...... Send it first and then change it, ask for a ticket! Tomorrow's can only be written tomorrow morning!