Yes, it's pretty one.

If this happens to anyone, it will seem absurd.

Only No. 1 can perfectly control this absurd and funny feeling, just like his life.

Saturday quickly accepted this fact, but what could he do if he didn't?

Immediately, he couldn't help but feel annoyed in his heart, this feeling was very uncomfortable.

Everything that has happened so far is difficult to write such an outrageous plot.

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

Every time he is one step slower than the other party, this is definitely not something that Number One can do, and this guy is just being used...

Familiar with One, use One, and dominate everything behind the scenes.

A familiar figure came to Saturday's mind, sitting in a wheelchair, always feeling the gaze on him when his back was facing away, that indescribable sense of oppression...

Guru.

It can only be a master.

A dead man can set off such a storm and accurately plan what will happen in the next six years?

Saturday doesn't believe me.

Masters are also human beings, not gods, and cannot be omniscient.

If the Master's plan is perfect, it can only mean one thing - the Master is alive!

Originally, these were just speculations.

At this time, in the bottom of Saturday's heart, this matter has become a fact.

He decided to take a gamble.

When the stakes are high enough, all Ludon turns into gamblers.

He reached for his notebook, and he retrieved his original copy from the rebels.

Holding the pen with the owl cap, Saturday's hand trembled slightly, but quickly stabilized.

He had to record the truthful information on paper, and if the information was false or wrong, Saturday would be rejected.

In the same way, Saturday can also rely on this ability to find the master!

He wrote the first line first,

"The Master of Paradise Lost, the founder of Paradise Lost, is alive at the Rebel headquarters."

The brushstrokes stopped, and there was no backlash!

Saturday bet right.

He wrote down a line again,

"The Master is within ten meters of Saturday."

The moment he stopped, Saturday's heart beat faster.

This sentence can greatly narrow down the scope and exclude many people.

In the same way, if this sentence is wrong, he is likely to die from backlash!

Stopped writing on Saturday and nothing happened.

That's right again!

"Everyone, stop, I have something to announce!"

On Saturday, he called out the crowd to make his abilities and records public.

Everyone within his ten meters stopped, and the rest automatically retreated.

It's a shrinking circle.

There are probably less than fifteen people in the circle.

A voice came from the crowd on the periphery,

"Why don't you kill them all?"

This proposal was very exciting even on Saturday.

Fourteen people were buried with the master, and this deal was really not a loss.

If the master is allowed to continue to do things, there may be more than fourteen people who will die.

Of course, Saturday felt that even if they did it, they wouldn't be able to kill the master, and they wouldn't even be able to force out the master's true body.

That's a master after all.

The founder of Paradise Lost, the first to awaken and the first in the wealth list...

"No."

Without waiting for No. 1 to object, the detective stood up first and denied the proposal,

"And the Prophet!"

The man asked,

"Are you worried that the Prophet was killed by mistake?"

"Nope."

The detective shook his head,

"I'm worried that the Prophet has survived."

His words were recognized by everyone present.

Masters or prophets

Well, what they have done says one thing - they have betrayed the forces they have created.

No one blames them, it's something every Ludon does.

But that doesn't mean they'll be forgiven.

Finding them and killing them is what everyone here wants to do at the moment.

For one, it would stop the plans of the two men.

Second, there may be a real Ludon among these two...

Therefore, the detectives and others not only did not worry about the safety of the prophet, but wanted to kill the prophet.

Saturday, of course, knew what they were thinking, spoke again,

"Paradise lost to Paradise lost, rebels to rebels."

After the director and the others disappeared, he became the temporary captain of the waste team, and the magician had no opinion, let alone One.

No. 1 enjoys this feeling of being the emperor, someone is busy for him, he doesn't have to worry about himself, just lie down and win.

The deal proposed on Saturday was simple, they were responsible for killing the Master, and the Resistance was responsible for killing the Prophet.

The two sides readily reached a consensus.

Saturday started work.

"It's just the three of us in the waste team now."

Saturday looked at the magician, number one, and said his plan,

"There's a good chance the master is among us."

Number One asked rhetorically,

"What if the Master disguises himself as a rebel?"

Saturday shook his head,

"It's possible, but it's not likely, because our operations have been successfully failing, what does that mean, I don't need to say more, right?"

The operation has been going well, the plan has been fine, and the result has always been a failure, and the opposite direction has been achieved.

If you can't see the problem, then you can really find a street lamp and hang yourself.

This shows that there are internal ghosts!

The magician nodded slightly, echoing Saturday's observation.

No. 1 showed a look of confusion,

"Isn't that what life is all about?"

His life has been going to a desperate situation in smooth sailing, playing GG in laughter.

Number One doesn't see any problem with this situation.

Don't... Are you really going to succeed?

No way! No way!

Saturday:......

It's you.

"I'm going to do a test now, One, listen to me."

Saturday pulled the topic back and continued,

"You now identify a rebel as a master."

On the previous three occasions, No. 1 had identified three people, and all three had escaped.

Now I want to test it on Saturday, and the identification law of No. 1 requires the cooperation of No. 1.

No. 1 casually pointed to a person beside him,

"You're a master!"

Everyone stared sideways at the man, not letting go of any details.

One second, two seconds...

A minute passed, and nothing changed.

The magician proposed,

"Try the codename."

Number One repeated it again, but there was still no movement.

"It's weird, I was very spiritual before..."

One muttered,

"I thought I had awakened the ability to burp anyone."

You can tell that he is disappointed.

No. 1 has been envious of others awakening for a long time, but he has never been able to awaken.

Please, can you be super cool?!

Number One was rotting, and the others, like his external brains, began to analyze the ins and outs of the whole thing.

"The three people he deduced were all Paradise Lost!"

"He was thinking about the process of identifying before, so he asked him directly what he was thinking?"

"Don't, don't get him involved, this guy is going to mess everything up, deduce his thoughts

It's not that hard..."

Soon, the truth was deduced.

Wheelchairs, coffins, scars, these are the characteristics of the master.

One associates these traits with the trio, so the trio disappear.

The crowd came to a reasonable inference:

"There must be a good reason to identify the other party for it to be effective!"

No. 1 suddenly realized, and nodded hurriedly,

"I see!"

Saturday had a bold plan in his heart.

"Number One, the only people in Paradise Lost right now are you, me, the magician. Angela stayed with the corpse and was not within ten meters, so it couldn't be a master."

Saturday said slowly,

"We can do this with elimination."

Exclusion?

Multiple choice questions do just that!

"Oh, I see."

No. 1 said confidently,

"Tell me."

This guy didn't understand at all....

Saturday Road,

"I'll identify the magician as a master on paper. If I succeed, you immediately identify him as a master, and Father Phuket hangs him."

No. 1 really understood this time, and continued,

"If you fail, I'll call you a master and kill you."

Obviously, Number One is very concerned about killing the master.

Saturday:......

That's what I said, but it always feels weird when it comes out of No. 1's mouth.

Dogs can't spit ivory out of their mouths.

Saturday shook his head and ignored the guy, if he was wrong, he would most likely die from the backlash.

As for after his death...

He's dead, and what happens after death is his business.

Teased by the master one after another, Saturday became more and more annoyed, so the decision-making became more radical.

Of course, this could also be part of the Master Program.

It's impossible to think about every detail on Saturday and look ahead.

Now he can only walk by feeling, relying on intuition to make decisions and find a way to break the game.

And...

Saturday's afterglow swept over One, and with this guy involved in the whole thing, it was sure to be messed up.

You have to find a way to get him to the master...

Saturday takes a deep breath,

"If it's okay, I'm going to start."

Father Phuket also approved of the plan, clenched the noose in his hand, and was ready to strike at any time.

The previous times, what happened was so sudden that Father Phuket didn't have a chance to make a move.

This time, he won't miss it.

Saturday wrote on the paper one by one,

"Magicians are masters."

The last word fell, and Saturday felt his heart twitch, and the handwriting on the paper spread out like a ball of ink, and countless phantoms overlapped in front of him on the white paper, and one by one the words flew in, piercing his heart like a sharp sword.

Saturday fell headlong to the ground, his body convulsing.

Seeing this scene, No. 1 didn't even have time to rescue, and blurted out directly,

"Saturday is the Master!"

The situation is already clear.

Saturday jumped the prophet to test the identity of the magician, the magician identity is a good person, and Father Phuket asked for a knife on Saturday.

As soon as No. 1 finished speaking, a noose was put directly around Saturday's neck and began to tighten...

Father Phuket made a move.

Who would have thought that the noose had not yet been set, and the figure of Saturday, who had been twitching, began to fade little by little.

Like the principal, Saturday turned into air from the crowd and disappeared without a trace.

Father Phuket's face was gloomy, and he knew that he had failed again.

This is already the fourth time.

Four people successively, in the end it is not

It's a master, no one can say.

But the only thing that is certain is that after being identified by One, they all mysteriously disappeared.

If there is a capable person behind the scenes, what is his ability?

What is the use of this ability after it takes effect?

The defeat on the side of Paradise Lost has made the shadow of defeat linger over everyone's heads.

As everyone hurried back, they thought about what to do next.

They returned to the original corpse and met Angela.

After a period of arrangement, the nameless corpse was able to speak.

Angela needs help getting the magician and Number One to lift the body up.

Number One didn't want to do such a thing, so the magician had to do it alone.

The magician struggled to push the heavy corpse and pressed his knees against his back, and the corpse, which had been lying flat, sat up again.

Under Angela's ability, the corpse slowly opened its eyes, and there was movement again.

It's just that he only has a large area of whites in his eyes, but he can't see the pupils, which is extremely weird.

Angela pressed the corpse's head and said with difficulty,

"Ask!"

It took a lot of effort to maintain her ability to take effect, and she didn't know how long she would last.

The detective immediately asked, "What's your code name?"

The corpse spoke,

"Rebels, lawbreakers. Paradise Lost, Wall-Breaker."

Listening to the two codenames, a cold snort came from the crowd,

"Phew, another two-and-five."

No. 1 is like a cat whose tail has been trampled, jumping to his feet in a hurry,

"You scold again!"

Nobody paid any attention to One.

The detective asked,

"Who killed you?"

The spellbreaker replied intermittently, "Master..."

Everyone's hearts sank, and their conjectures were confirmed.

The lawbreaker was killed by the master.

The master may have mistaken him for a prophet.

There is another possibility, which no one has mentioned, that is, the master and the prophet teamed up to set up this game...

If that's the case, these two are tantamount to betraying everyone.

But why?

The detective wanted to ask again, but the magician spoke first,

"Will your abilities take effect after you die?"

The lawbreaker replied, "I don't know."

The magician's ability was sealed by the spellbreaker, and he was in a hurry.

The magician asked,

"Is there any way to break your seal powers?"

"I don't know."

Asking questions twice in a row yielded nothing, wasting a lot of time.

The detective asks the third question, "Why are you in the Prophet's office?"

"Because..."

The lawbreaker was about to answer, when his body suddenly twitched, his pupils returned to his sockets, shaking irregularly, and the whole person seemed to be crazy.

Seeing this, Angela, who was covering his heavenly spirit, hurriedly shouted,

"Quick Stickers! Otherwise, the corpse will be cheated!"

Her ability is rarely used, and it is not a small price to let the dead speak.

Once the corpse gets out of control, it will be very troublesome.

The magician immediately took out the talisman that had been prepared long ago and put it on the forehead of the corpse.

The corpse, which had convulsed before, immediately fell silent, as if it were dead.

The atmosphere in the arena is extremely oppressive, and it can condense water.

From the lawbreaker, everyone got some clues, but not much.

It is difficult to make a major breakthrough with these clues.

Moreover, if you follow this path, you will most likely be in the calculations of the prophets/gurus.

Once again, the situation is deadlocked.

Number One patted the magician on the shoulder,

"Old Eleven, there's nothing wrong with you."

At the time of Paradise Lost, the magician's platoon

The line often hovers around eleven and never enters the top ten, and is also nicknamed the old eleven.

Saturday has proven that magicians are good people, not masters.

"Old Eleven, it's just the two of us."

No. 1 squatted on the ground, rubbed his face with his hands, sighed, and lamented as if resigned to his fate,

"I suspect I'm a master..."