Sun ruthlessly doesn't believe in ghosts, even though "Friends" are studying whether the quantum entanglement effect of the brain after human death will lead to a completely new quantum state of matter wandering into the world.

But now, even the "friends" are gone.

According to it, if it is not near the sun's electromagnetic storm or in the deepest part of the earth, it is difficult for matter to break the connection.

However, this situation has already happened once.

In the basement of the nursing home, he saw the phantom sitting in his chair. The voice of "friend" disappeared, and Wang Yi was regarded by him as an iron gate. The appearance and disappearance of the phantom seem to have no root and no source, and even "friends" cannot give an answer.

Now, he's up to him to find out for himself.

This ordinary two-story building is a typical western cowboy's bedroom. There was a cowhide hanging on the wall, and two antlers were piled up in the corner, and the room looked a little cramped.

But right by the window, a small wooden chair was placed, and judging by the size, it could only fit a frail old man.

So the phantom almost enveloped the entire stool, and he was not dressed in a black robe like last time, as if he was wearing an army uniform, and his figure was angular, and he sat there with a sense of solemnity.

I couldn't hear any sound anymore, and the surroundings were really quiet. A drop of sweat ran down Sun's ruthless cheeks, and the room was filled with the heavy smell of fur.

He had wondered if he would be able to solve the mystery if he hadn't been as impulsive as he had been last time.

But Qin Chu'an and they should follow behind him, if he becomes an ordinary old man with a gun, do he want to kill him?

It looks like a contrived illusion, a realm that even "friends" can't reach.

More critically, though, is what this phantom wants.

He was waiting for him to speak.

The time outside must flow normally, and since it was he who let Sun Wuru come over, there was no reason not to say a word.

It's just that Su Qi decided to enter Billin City, but he was temporary, how did he know that he would definitely enter this room?

"Sun is ruthless." The phantom finally opened his mouth and raised his head, Sun Wuru couldn't see his eyes clearly, but he knew that he was looking at him: "What do you want?" ”

Sun Wuru didn't answer, this question was unreasonable, his answers could be many kinds, but the other party seemed to be setting a trap.

Seeing his silence, the phantom let out a hearty laugh. It's different from the sinister snickering in the sanatorium before, but listening to the voice, it's really the same person.

"Ruthless, you should, don't want anything." The phantom seemed to be laughing at him, but the words that came out of his mouth were to the point: "Without previous memories, there is no blood care, and your life, if not that tiger, should start with 'friends'." Only after that will you fit the name ruthless. ”

"Is this your plan?" Sun ruthlessly and cautiously observed his surroundings, standing in place, ready to strike at any time.

"To be precise, this is the result of a game of various forces and countless plans. Of course, I can't deny that it has something to do with me. "But even I'm just looking for that tiny, little probability," said the phantom shadow lightly. ”

As he said this, the phantom sighed and looked out the window, his tone full of indescribable loneliness. Outside this room, the sky was clear, a few grains of fine yellow sand drifted through, and the dry air was filled with the smell of the earth.

It's very quiet.

It was as if the riot just now no longer existed, there were no gunshots, no bombs, and the old man downstairs who was knocked unconscious by him was still basking in the sun outside the door.

"Ruthless, do you believe in probability?" The Phantom withdrew his gaze, he seemed to have a lot of time and was not at all worried about being discovered.

Sun shook his head ruthlessly, but his eyes secretly looked out the window, looking in the direction of the government building that his "friend" had pointed out to him earlier.

Guan Shi has already come, and soon everyone will come, what does he need to do, delay the time?

"I don't believe it."

"Oh?" The Phantom sat across from him and smiled, "But all that a 'friend' can give you is a probability." ”

"It can calculate the probability of me choosing any path, but it can't always calculate which path I want to take, this is my decision, and the probability is always just a probability." Sun Wuru is very confident: "As long as it is not zero, this thing may happen." ”

"According to you, 'friend' can't count your personal actions, so it can't count everyone, what else do we want it to do, huh?" The phantom is seductive.

"Groups and individuals should be seen differently. Friends can't know if I want to drink coffee or tea, but it knows how many families in the federation will choose coffee, and how many choices will be made, and there is data behind it. History is not entirely made by individuals, and the Federation would not be what it is today without the countless soldiers who could be led to charge into battle. ”

The phantom nodded slightly, seemingly agreeing with what Sun Wuru said. Then, he stood up.

The sunlight seemed to be able to penetrate his body, as if grains of black dust were floating in front of Sun Wuru, and he found that the other party was as tall as him.

"But don't you think times have changed, huh?" The Phantom walked to the corner of the room and said, "Now, does the Federation still need tens of millions of soldiers who can shed their blood for it?" Is our data analysis and prediction of the group for the better development of the Federation, or is it just to feed tens of millions of Federalists who do not work and hang their lives? ”

When he said this, Sun Wuru seemed to understand something.

"You're a Federate, but you're also an enemy of the Federation."

He didn't use a question sentence.

"Why do you ask?" The phantom was surprised: "Why don't you want to think about it, the current federation is really your friend?" After saying this, he seemed to suddenly add a sentence: "Oh, I'm not talking about that 'friend', you know." ”

Without waiting for Sun Wuruthless to reply, beside him, a hole was cracked in the original ordinary wooden wall. The inside glowed with a metallic glow, and it looked like a passage.

"Again, if you want to know everything, come with me." He shook his head, and Sun Wuru found that the phantom's movements were much clearer this time.

"Do you think you can succeed a second time?" Sun Wuru didn't move, he knew that if this was an illusion, he didn't know where he would go. And if not, there is no need for the other party to let him move.

He had a vague feeling that this time it was not so simple.

Compared to hiding a shadow in a nursing home, it is obviously much more difficult to trick him into coming here at the juncture of the Federation's arrest of important people.

Could it be that you are at the center of this mission? All the ambushes against the hooded man, as well as the riots in Billing, are just two chess players in operation, and the real killer moves, hidden here?

"Last time, it was me, who was young and ignorant, pretending to be a little joke. But this time it's different, and I have enough leverage to get you through this door. The Phantom bent down, made an inviting gesture, and said a word.

"The reason you were discovered by the Federation is because your 'friends' in the capital captured your voice. If Zhang Xiu had reviewed you, you would have found that the ceiling of the confinement room impressed you. He accentuated the last four words, but it was like a heavy hammer, smashing on Sun Wu's heart word by word.

"So you really did it." Sun ruthlessly frowned, his teeth clenched.

"Nope." The Phantom immediately straightened up and denied the sentence, "I don't know the real reason for your parents' disappearance. But it wasn't 'Nameless' or the College of Tius that brought you to that sanatorium, but another force, one, one that was both of us to the left. Well, this time, are you willing to come with me? ”

After Sun Wuru listened, he just continued to stand with his hands behind his back.

Because he heard a trace of anxiety in the phantom's tone.

It was still quiet, but the wind was getting a little louder.

He didn't know if he had made the right choice, but no matter what, he trusted the Academy's side more. As the other party said, the first thing he saw when he woke up was Zhang Xiaoxiao, not a "friend".

Such a mistake had to do with the ceiling of the confinement chamber and the fact that the Federation had captured his voice.

Subconsciously, he believes in the academy more, and believes in Zhang Xiaoxiao, who is tired of running around for him and his parents.

So he just stood and looked at the phantom, such an attitude was more suitable for negotiation.

The phantom lowered his head, his expression was ruthless and invisible, and his face, which was nearly middle-aged, showed a trace of helplessness.

As he himself said, even he was fighting for that tiny little probability.

Of course, he heard the wind in the distance, and knew that he couldn't keep him here forever. Time is definitely flowing, and no one can stop it.

Will this plan fail again?

Or, does he need more chips?

The wind is getting louder and louder.

Sun Wuru even faintly heard the shouts of the people, and the smell of gunpowder even came from the air.

"Mr. Zhongli, let me come." Just then, a voice broke the silence.

From within the passage, a hooded figure stepped out. The black robe is very similar to Wang Qingye's, but it is slightly bent over, looking a little gloomy.

Behind him, another man in a white lab coat and sunglasses walked out. He glanced at Sun Wuru, showed a natural smile, and then stood beside the phantom.

The Phantom sighed and let the hooded man walk towards Sun Ruthless.

Sun ruthlessly took a step back.

As expected, this man has the gift of being able to control the spirits of others.

Do you want to resist? He tightened his grip on the gun at his waist and closed his eyes. According to the analysis of the "friend", the trigger of this gift should be related to his eyes or language.

Suddenly, a gust of wind hit, and he felt the other man rushing towards him.

Sun ruthlessly dodged sideways and raised the gun in his hand.

But before he could pull the trigger, he found that his feet were empty.

He left where he had been standing.

A strong push pushed him, and it seemed to rush deeper into the ground.

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