At half past three in the afternoon, the time for a class passed quickly. Zhuo Xuan immediately packed his schoolbag and trotted all the way to the organization center, knocking on the door of room 302.

The door opened, Zhou Xueqiu, who was dressed in a black suit, had a calm face, he welcomed Zhuo Xuan in, and then closed the door with his backhand.

"What can't you say on your phone?" Zhuo Xuan asked a little strangely.

As he spoke, he sat casually on the black leather boss's chair next to the wood-colored desk, and suddenly, his body seemed to be sunk in, and he only felt a burst of comfort.

"What kind of place is this, it's the same as the teacher's office."

Indeed, as Zhuo Xuan said, the layout of the whole room is very similar to the teacher's office, not the student's activity room. A long wood-colored desk that can sit around four people, with fresh flower arrangements on the table, four boss chairs, stacks of textbooks and magazines, and a cardboard box in the corner, I don't know what it contains.

"This floor belongs to the student council, and this is the office of the exclusive student president." Zhou Xueqiu explained calmly, as if he was accustomed to Zhuo Xuan's unscrupulousness, "There is an activity in the student union this afternoon, and I can't get out of it for the time being, so I sent a message to call you." ”

"You're the student council president?" Zhuo Xuan was slightly surprised, he didn't expect Zhou Xueqiu to have such an identity on his face.

Of course, Zhou Xue has a deeper hidden identity, and they have already had a "friendly exchange" before.

"Yes. However, I came to you for something more important," Zhou Xueqiu, who had no disguise, no longer had sunshine in his eyes, as if he was treating a stranger, he straightened the tie of the shirt in his suit, "Do you remember the girl we met when we had dinner together at noon?" What did you say to her? ”

"Wow, what do you care about this? Are you jealous? Zhuo Xuan pretended to exaggerate and said, remembering his previous ill-intentioned speculation about Zhou Xueqiu, and couldn't help but feel a chill.

"Jealous?" Zhou Xueqiu's brows furrowed, and his tone was extremely serious, "I advise you to take my words seriously next." If I'm not mistaken, that woman, she's also the 'Chosen One'! ”

"The Chosen One?" Zhuo Xuan, who was originally laughing, stiffened his face, and then realized the problem, "Do you mean someone who wears a black watch?" ”

"Collectively known as the 'Chosen One'," Zhou Xueqiu lifted his cuffs and showed the black watch on his wrist, "Although I didn't see the watch on her wrist, her observation and reaction ability are far beyond ordinary people." ”

"Is there a way to hide the black watch?" Zhuo Xuan was surprised.

Prior to this, Zhuo Xuan had always thought that the best way to identify whether the other party was also a "Chosen One" was to look directly at the watch on the other party's wrist.

However, the information learned from Zhou Xueqiu's mouth made Zhuo Xuan feel big for a while.

If there is really a "Chosen One" hiding among ordinary people and grasping their own information first, they will fall into passivity step by step.

You must know that if Zhou Xueqiu hadn't lied about this matter, the girl named "Wu Yu" must have come premeditated. As for the other party's purpose, Zhuo Xuan thought it was not so difficult to guess.

A "newcomer" with a black watch is already considered a sheep into the wolf pack, not to mention that he has now successfully contained a "beast"!

Zhou Xueqiu didn't speak, he leaned against the corner of the desk, silently watching Zhuo Xuan's face change for a while.

Suddenly, Zhuo Xuan raised his head, he stared at Zhou Xueqiu, and said word by word: "I finally remembered where I saw her." ”

"Where?" Zhou Xueqiu was stunned for a moment, and took over the conversation very facelessly.

"There's a good chance she's one of the surviving passengers from the last mission!" Zhuo Xuan's eyes burned, and at the same time, a blurred face suddenly flashed in his mind.

It's the woman who has tested herself several times during the mission to see if she is a newcomer.

The grim woman whose face was deeply hidden under a gray-black hazmat suit.

Her sneer was like a hook echoing in Zhuo Xuan's mind, trying to redraw the blood and corpse hidden in her memory.

In the days since surviving the last mission, Zhuo Xuan has found that his body has changed dramatically.

Distraction, fear, worry.

Because of this, he wants to live his life as well and seriously as before, but every time he tries to do it, those images imprinted on the retina suddenly appear. They are like a big hand, pushing Zhuo Xuan, who is walking on thin ice, into an even more cruel abyss.

Zhou Xueqiu frowned, he also thought about keeping himself out of the matter, but I am afraid that Zhuo Xuan would not let himself go so easily.

"Zhou Xueqiu, I said," Sure enough, as Zhou Xueqiu expected, Zhuo Xuan said unceremoniously, "Now we are grasshoppers tied to a rope." ”

"Who is a grasshopper on a rope with you!" Zhou Xueqiu sneered and replied.

"Ha, if something really happens to me, they will kill me," Zhuo Xuan waved his hand, "Then you won't blame me if I accidentally said something before I died, right?" ”

"You're threatening me?" Zhou Xueqiu's face turned cold.

"Threats? It's not a threat, after all, I'm just a rookie. Zhuo Xuan also restrained his smile, "My previous proposal, you should think about it." Together, we don't infringe on each other's interests, and at the same time, we help each other achieve their goals! ”

"I'll think about it." Zhou Xueqiu groaned.

"What else to consider! You still owe me money for a meal! ”

Zhuo Xuan scolded, attracting Zhou Xueqiu's glare, and the former also glared back without showing weakness.

Zhou Xueqiu didn't speak, and then walked to the desk. He took out a piece of paper the size of a homework book from the drawer and placed it in front of Zhuo Xuan: "Take a look." ”

"What is this?"

Zhuo Xuan picked up the piece of paper, only to find that it was a leaflet. As he knew before, there are often students in front of the school cafeteria on weekdays who are promoting activities to set up tents and distribute leaflets, which is a common scene on college campuses.

The flyer is quite beautifully made. The textured paper, the picture is dressed in a very medieval retro style, their expressions are either ecstatic or sad, and they bring Zhuo Xuan a great impact against the gorgeous Western-style court background.

"The Tragedy of the Hanged King, a drama with five acts, including the opening," Zhou Xueqiu's gaze rested on the leaflet in Zhuo Xuan's hand, "a revenge tragedy of the Caroline era." ”

"So, you're going to invite me to the play?" Zhuo Xuan put the leaflet back on his desk, a little unclear.

Zhou Xueqiu did not respond to Zhuo Xuan, but continued to take care of himself: "The script of this drama is very likely to be a 'beast'. ”