The high-speed train is moving rapidly, and the scenery on both sides is constantly regressing.

The middle-aged man's brow furrowed slightly, his obsessive-compulsive disorder could not tolerate an imperfect pretending.

This feeling of pretending to be halfway through and finding that the other party is better at pretending than him is really uncomfortable, and he can't help but ask, "What are you thinking about now?"

"I'm thinking about how I can kill you." Lin Kun was very honest.

"Have you figured out a way to do that?"

"Hmm."

"How sure are you?"

"Forty percent."

Hearing these two words, the middle-aged man's eyes condensed slightly, this guy actually had nearly half a chance of killing him.

This is an extremely dangerous number for any ghost, not even him.

"Do you know who I am?" He carefully observed Lin Kun's expression, trying to guess if this guy was bluffing or not.

"Gentleman, level 6 ghost envoy." Lin Kun understated.

He still learned about this person from Lao Yang's memory, a maverick and extremely famous ghost envoy.

So he knew the identity of this guy early on, but a level 6 ghost envoy wanted him to eat people obediently, which was tantamount to a fool's dream.

And it's really not very tasty......

In Lin Kun's view, those cannibalistic perverts are not real foodies at all, but more in pursuit of spiritual satisfaction and something called forced ge.

It's a completely meaningless brain-dead act, so every time he sees this kind of guy, he seems to see the word "stupid" printed on the other party's face.

The one in front of me is one of them.

The gentleman's face was composed, and his eyes flickered.

If Lin Kun didn't know his identity, he could still think that this thing was just ignorant of the sky, overconfidence, or even bluffing.

But this guy knew his identity, he could have endured it, but he still deliberately went against him, obviously his strength was extremely strong, he was not worthy of him at all, and naturally he would not get used to him.

No matter what, the gentleman couldn't find the slightest trace of bluff on Lin Kun's face, and he couldn't even see the slightest trace of fear and weakness.

I can't find a flaw, and I can't speculate on psychology at all, so the credibility of Lin Kun's words continues to rise.

In addition, "forty percent" is indeed an extremely wonderful number.

It doesn't seem too confident and arrogant, but it doesn't show timidity, and although it's less than half, it feels like half and half.

That's a real close to fifty percent chance of killing him, how can a gentleman not be cautious.

In the final analysis, he just wanted to maintain his compulsion, but now that he seemed to have encountered a hard bone, he had no reason to kill Lin Kun.

Therefore, the gentleman gave himself and the other party a step down: "How about we play a game?" If you win, I won't kill you. ”

"Tell me what game it is?" Lin Kun was still slumped in his chair, "I won't participate in the brain-dead game I'm not interested in." ”

"It's definitely a lot of fun." The gentleman touched his beard, but his eyes were a little dignified.

If Lin Kun went down this step directly, it would mean that this guy was still a little stunned in his heart.

If Lin Kun deliberately pretended to refuse, it meant that this guy was actually weak in his heart, but because he was afraid of exposing his flaws, he could only pretend to be stubborn.

No matter what it is, Lin Kun's flaws will only end up in death.

However, Lin Kun's performance now is the same as when he just refused food.

I'd rather offend a powerful ghost envoy than eat the food I hate, and I'd rather not have steps than play brain-dead games, echoing from beginning to end.

The gentleman had to admit that this guy had no flaws, and it didn't look like he was bluffing at all.

Therefore, at this moment, he had completely given up the idea of forcibly killing this hard stubble.

In a few conversations, the two have engaged in more than ten psychological games.

Lin Kun was like a tourist in the wilderness, and the gentleman was like a fierce wolf that suddenly jumped out, constantly looking around him.

His odds of winning are actually less than two percent, so once he shows the slightest flaw, the fierce wolf will not hesitate to pounce on him and bite him to death!

But there is no doubt that Lin Kun, who has carefully calculated in his heart, is unlikely to make a mistake.

His only commendable ability is probably "flickering", thinking that in the main god space, how many wise and demonic ghosts were defeated on his mouth, and his mouth cannon ability has long been full.

So much so that one of the most rumors about him is...... Don't believe a single punctuation mark what this guy says.

It's much easier to fool this kind of thing than to fool those scary perverts with high IQs.

"Guess how many ghosts there are in this carriage." The gentleman pointed around, "I'll give you ten minutes, and if you guess correctly, I can act as if nothing happened today." ”

"Two." Lin Kun didn't think about it, and said with a light smile.

"Good, you won." The gentleman nodded, "You're an interesting person, and today's events are treated as if nothing had happened." ”

At this time, the corners of Chen Chen's eyes, who were slowly walking through the aisle beside the two, twitched slightly, and a weak disdainful snort came out of his nostrils.

He pretended to go to the toilet, but in fact he was eavesdropping on the conversation between the two, but after hearing this conversation, he couldn't help but almost break the score.

That's it? Is a gentleman so good at talking?

Isn't there no exception to the rumors? It's so simple to make an exception and let Lin Kun go?

Also, is his disguise really that good? Neither of them can see it? Or are you opening your eyes and talking nonsense? He's a ghost, too.

Chen Chen had a hundred thousand whys in his heart, of course he couldn't know that the moment the gentleman said the rules of the game, it was equivalent to announcing that this psychological game ended with Lin Kun winning.

The so-called game is just a step, as long as Lin Kun doesn't say one or dozens of such mentally retarded answers, the gentleman will borrow the donkey to announce that he has won.

Unconsciously, the high-speed train arrived in L City, Lin Kun carried a backpack and got off the train early as if nothing had happened.

Chen Chen, on the other hand, still had a constipated expression on his face, and he couldn't figure out how that guy did it?

Could it be that the gentleman is gay, and he has a crush on that kid?

Sure enough, anyone who looks handsome deserves to die!

Before the high-speed rail continued to start, Chen Chen got off the train, his brows were furrowed, and he lowered his head and thought about it, but he still couldn't figure it out.

At this time, he suddenly felt a figure come to him, he slowly raised his head, and his pupils suddenly contracted...... Suits, beards, pigtails - gentlemen!

"I'm sorry, I'm looking for ingredients, I'm a little slower." The gentleman didn't smile, and stretched out the urn in front of Chen Chen's eyes, "Please taste, the food I specially prepared for you!" ”

As he spoke, he slowly opened the lid of the urn, and there was a bloody severed finger and a bloodshot fresh eyeball lying quietly!