"Can't you? Is there a difference? ”

Zhan Jingyi's other hand raised from behind him, revealing the pistol in his hand: "In this gun, there is still a bullet, kill you, I can still break this clay pot at any time." ”

Before, Zhan Jingyi read a discussion question, when you were walking on the street, and suddenly found that there was a 100 yuan and a 10 yuan on the ground, if you were asked to pick it up, which one would you pick up?

This question seems to be a multiple-choice question, but it is actually an IQ question.

In fact, after a little thought, I know that this is obviously a score question, of course, I picked up both!

Zhan Jingyi's approach is exactly the same as the answer to this question, the clay pot can't run there, but the real murderer behind the scenes, that is, the shadow behind the glass is the most terrifying.

"You ......"

Faced with Zhan Jingyi's almost scoundrel answer, Lang Yifeng was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly laughed, but with a thick bitterness in his smile: "It's me who thinks too simply." ”

"We're out...... Can you hear me...... That altar was smashed......"

At this time, the radio station on the side was still flickering, but it was still repeating the previous sentence, like a repeater.

Seeing this, Zhan Jingyi picked up the radio station and put it in his hand.

"From the very beginning, I have always had doubts in my heart, but the direction of questioning is not the radio, but another group of people on the radio, in fact, these people are all made up by you."

Looking at the radio station in his hand, because he had experienced many times before entering the illusion world, Zhan Jingyi had a very keen intuition, and from the very beginning, he felt that all this was very weird, too many unreasonable places.

In fact, at the beginning, Zhan Jingyi didn't expect that the radio station itself was a disguise, but with the development of the plot, it was a bit too much to take for granted, and almost when they encountered any difficulties, there was a radio station to point out the direction.

It's like you're playing a game, and suddenly an NPC comes to you from time to time to explain the next story and tell you how to clear the level.

……

Shen Qingcui had already gotten up from the ground, reclining on the edge of the carriage, her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her injury was indeed not light, and now she basically had half a breath left.

But at this moment, I also pricked up my ears and listened carefully, but the more I listened, the more confused I became, and I seemed to understand a lot, but I didn't seem to understand anything, what was going on??

"Actually, I didn't expect it at first, I thought I really encountered some strange space, entered the tunnel of time, and experienced the life of Niu Fushan, after all, all this is indeed very real."

"And, the most ingenious thing about you, you also implicated someone I knew, which made me think that this was a real world, but you may not know some of my past experiences, and these experiences have taught me a lot."

"But in fact, from the moment I saw Shen Qingcui, that is, from this moment, I realized that things were not quite right, too many coincidences made the whole thing too unreasonable, I was thinking, if everything was fake......"

"Including this station itself, then...... What will it be!! ”

Zhan Jingyi was only suspicious at first, but after this shadow was cast in his heart, he felt as if he was trapped in a huge trap.

The most terrifying thing is that they have already stepped into the trap, but they are unaware of the real deadly crisis.

It was precisely because of this that Zhan Jingyi had doubts about the clay pot on the altar in front of him.

No! Perhaps it should be said that it is more to doubt the radio station in his hand, no matter how profound the deception is, it is inseparable from two words.

Information.

Whether it's what you see or hear, many scammers use it to pass on information to you and make you believe it, so as to manipulate you step by step.

And if you think about it carefully, whether it is the altar of this train, or the person of Niu Fushan and his diary, there are monsters that hunt them all the time, and even the train suddenly disappeared by a third.

And so on, all the information that Zhan Jingyi and Shen Qingcui need to know is all from this radio station.

It can be said that none of these things, even, without a single piece of information, were discovered by themselves!

himself and Shen Qingcui, invisibly, as one thing happened, and finally became the puppets of the radio station.

They are wary of the people on the other side of the radio, but they often ignore the radio station itself, and may be a liar.

……

"Your technique is very clever, I still can't understand that those voices on the radio are really made up by you out of thin air, or there are other ways, but there is no doubt that you summoned this armored warrior, and your appearance, is the biggest failure in your trap, and the snake is added!"

"Oh, and by the way, when you write on glass, you use your right hand, but I remember when you shoot, it's your left hand, are you left-handed??"

"What exactly is your purpose?"

In Zhan Jingyi's slightly ridiculous tone, he once again pointed out Lang Yifeng, how many flaws are hidden in the failure of the last step.

And all this, Zhan Jingyi can understand, Lang Yifeng is doing this to force himself to destroy the clay pot as soon as possible.

But he didn't expect that although Zhan Jingyi was kind, he was not a fool, let alone a good student who only knew how to obey the rules.

And he was already very suspicious of the whole thing, and at this time, Lang Yifeng suddenly jumped out, which made him even more suspicious.

It's just a battle against Jingyi, and at the end, the most critical time, the one who jumped out should be the mastermind, at this time, even if he can't be very sure, he still has to gamble.

"Ahem!"

In the face of Zhan Jingyi's cynicism, Lang Yifeng clutched his chest, coughed violently, and looked at the clay pot behind him helplessly.

Lang Yifeng gasped, his face showed a hideous appearance, and said: "One thing you said is wrong, we did enter a strange space, this Netherworld is real, and most of what you just happened is real......

"It's just that I knew from the beginning that there would be such a process, so I was able to stay out of it and manipulate you through some small means, which can't blame me, who made you so unlucky, I originally wanted you to take the initiative to break this clay pot, but I didn't expect everything to be seen through by you, cough cough ......"

While speaking, Lang Yifeng coughed violently, finally stopped, and said: "You hurt my heart, I can't survive, I can see that Brother Zhan is kind-hearted, I will ask you for one thing, you help me take my daughter back, just find a place to bury it." ”

As he spoke, he struggled to get up, took out a porcelain jar from the duffel bag he was carrying on his back, put it on the ground, showed a nostalgic smile on his face, touched the porcelain jar and said, "In return, I can answer your two questions, I hope you can fulfill my wish." ”

Zhan Jingyi touched his chin and looked at Lang Yifeng, hesitating whether to believe him, to be honest, he was indeed a little hesitant, after all, he had deceived himself once, did he still believe him once?

……

Seeing Zhan Jingyi's hesitation, Lang Yifeng was a little anxious, and said: "Brother Zhan, although I calculated you and used you, but after all, I am also a dying person, if you don't agree, then I can only go to hell with all the problems, are you willing?" ”

Hearing his words, Zhan Jingyi was stunned, felt that what he said was reasonable, and said lightly: "First question, what you just said is true, is this true?" Not a fantasy you built?? ”

Lang Yifeng gasped for a while and said: "The situation here, I don't know how to tell you, the situation here is true, but there are also many unreal places, but because I was prepared before, it is a bit like a third party looking at this place, so I know the danger here better than you, and with the help of some small means I use, I can achieve the goal of controlling you."

Looking at him, Zhan Jingyi nodded, and then asked, "What is your purpose in doing this?" ”

"I'm actually right with you before, I really came to find my father, but the situation here is more complicated than I thought, that clay pot is a secret, break it to get the train back on the right path, but be careful......"

Speaking of this, Lang Yifeng suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood, and before he finished talking about this question, he was already dying, and his eyes were still staring at Zhan Jingyi before he died.

Zhan Jingyi sighed and nodded, Lang Yifeng seemed to be relieved of something, and closed his eyes with helplessness and regret.

Lang Yifeng is dead, whether he dies without turning a blind eye, or if he dies unjustly.

But it is undeniable that his plan is actually very cautious, but unfortunately it is Zhan Jingyi who has encountered it.

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