I really don't want to hang up

Chapter 399 I Doubt I'm a Master

Okay, it's number one.

It would have seemed absurd for this to happen to anyone.

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

Saturday quickly accepted this fact, what if he didn't accept it?

Immediately, he couldn't help becoming annoyed again in his heart. This feeling was very uncomfortable.

For everything that has happened so far, it is difficult for a novel to write such an outrageous plot.

There must be a demon in the abnormal situation.

Every time the opponent is one step slower, this is definitely not something that No. [-] can do, and No. [-] is just being used.
Familiar with No. [-], use No. [-], the mastermind behind everything.

A familiar figure appeared in Saturday's mind, sitting in a wheelchair, and when his back was turned, he could always feel that someone was watching him, that kind of indescribable sense of oppression.
Grandmaster.

It can only be a master.

How can a dead person cause such a big storm and accurately plan what will happen in the next six years?
Don't believe it on Saturday.

The master is also a human being, not a god, and cannot be omniscient and omnipotent.

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

Originally, these were just speculations.

At this point in Saturday's heart, this matter has become a fact.

He decided to take a gamble.

When the stakes are high enough, all Ludens will turn into gamblers.

He took out his notebook, and he got back his original copy from the rebels.

Holding the pen with the owl cap, Saturday's hands trembled slightly, but soon stabilized.

He has to put the real information on paper, if the information is false or wrong, it will be backfired on Saturday.

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

"The founder of Paradise Lost—the master is still alive at the moment, at the headquarters of the rebel army."

The strokes stopped, without any backlash!
Saturday bet right.

He wrote another line,

"Master is within ten meters around Saturday."

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

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

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

Writing stopped on Saturday, nothing happened.

That's right again!
"Everyone stop, I have something to announce!"

Stop everyone on Saturday and make your abilities and records public.

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

Circled.

There are probably less than 15 people in the circle.

A voice came from the surrounding crowd,
"Should I kill them all?"

This proposal moved me even on Saturday.

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

If the master is allowed to continue doing things, more than 14 people may die.

Of course, Saturday felt that even if they did it, they would not be able to kill Grandmaster, or even force him out of his real body.

That is the master after all.

The founder of Lost Paradise, the first awakened existence, the first in the wealth list
"No."

Before No. [-] objected, the detective stood up and denied the proposal.

"There are also prophets!"

The man asked back,
"Are you worried that the Prophet was killed by mistake?"

"Do not."

The detective shook his head.

"I'm worried that the Prophet will survive."

His words were approved by everyone present.

Whether it's a master or a prophet, their actions all show one thing—they have betrayed the forces they created.

No one blames them, it's what every Luden does.

But that doesn't mean they will be forgiven.

Finding them and killing them is what everyone present most wants to do right now.

For one thing, this can stop the plan of these two people.

Secondly, there may be a real Luden among the two.
Therefore, not only did the detective and others not worry about the safety of the prophet, but they wanted to kill the prophet even more.

Of course Saturday knew what they were thinking, and spoke again,
"To Paradise Lost, to Paradise Lost, to the Rebels, to the Rebels."

After the director and others disappeared, he became the temporary captain of the waste team. The magician had no objections, and it was even more impossible for No. [-] to have any.

Number one enjoys this feeling of being the emperor. Someone is doing all the work for him, so he doesn't have to worry about it, as long as he wins.

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

The two sides readily reached a consensus.

Work started on Saturday.

"The trash team is just the three of us now."

Watching the magician and No. [-] on Saturday, he spoke his plan,
"There is a high probability that the master is among us."

Number one asked,

"What if the master pretends to be a rebel?"

saturday shook his head,
"It's possible, but not great, because our operations have been failing smoothly. What does this mean, don't I need to say more?"

The action has always been smooth, and the plan has been fine, but the result is always failure, and the opposite is the opposite.

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

This shows that there is an inner ghost!

The magician nodded slightly, echoing Saturday's opinion.

Number one showed a look of confusion,
"Isn't that what life is like?"

His life has been going to a desperate situation in smooth sailing, and he played GG in the laughter.

One sees nothing wrong with the situation.

Are you really planning to succeed?
No way! No way!
on Saturday:
As expected of you.

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

Saturday brought the topic back and continued,
"Now try to designate a rebel member as a master."

Three times before, No. [-] identified three people successively, and all three ran away.

Now I want to test it on Saturday, the identification rules of No. [-] need the cooperation of No. [-].

Number One casually pointed to the person next to him,
"You are a master!"

Everyone looked sideways, staring at that person, not letting go of any details.

one second, two seconds
1 minute passed without any change.

The magician suggested,

"Try to say the code name."

Number one repeated it again, still nothing.

"It's strange, it was very spiritual before."

One muttered,

"I thought I had awakened the ability to burp so-and-so."

It was obvious that he was disappointed.

Number one envies that others have been awakened for a long time, but he himself has not been able to awaken.

Come on, can you be super cool? !

Number one is messing around, and the others are like his external brain, starting to analyze the ins and outs of the whole thing.

"The three people he deduced are all people who have lost Paradise!"

"He was thinking about the identification process before, so just ask him what he is thinking about?"

"No, don't let him get involved, this guy will screw everything up, it's not hard to deduce his thinking"

Soon, everyone deduced the truth.

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

One linked these traits to the trio, so the trio disappeared.

Everyone draws a reasonable inference:

"There must be sufficient reasons to identify the other party before it can take effect!"

No. [-] suddenly realized, nodded quickly,

"So it is!"

Saturday has a bold plan in mind.

"Number one, the only people in Paradise Lost right now are you, me, and the magician. Angela stays beside the corpse, not within ten meters, so she can't be the master."

Said slowly on Saturday,
"We can do this problem by elimination."

Exclusion?
Multiple choice questions do just that!
"Oh, I get it."

Number One said confidently,
"Speak out."

This guy didn't understand at all.
saturday road,

"I will designate the magician a master on paper. If I succeed, you designate him a master immediately, and Father Phuket hangs him."

Number One really understood this time, and went on to say,

"If you fail, I will designate you as a master and kill you."

Obviously, number one is very concerned about killing the master.

on Saturday:
That's what I said, but it always feels weird to say it from No. [-] mouth.

Dogs bark.

Shaking his head on Saturday, he ignored this guy. If his judgment was wrong, he would probably die from backlash.

As for after his death
He is dead, and what happens after he dies is none of his business.

After being teased by the master one after another, Saturday became more and more annoyed, so his decision-making became more radical.

Of course, this may also be part of the master's plan.

It's impossible to think about every detail on Saturday, looking forward and backward.

Now he can only go by feeling, make decisions based on intuition, and find ways to break the situation.

And
Saturday's out of the corner of the eye was number one, the whole thing was going to be fucked up with this guy involved.

We must find a way to send him to the master.
Take a deep breath Saturday,

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

Father Puji also approved of this plan, holding the noose tightly in his hand, ready to strike at any time.

The previous few times, what happened was too sudden, and Father Puji had no chance to make a move.

This time, he won't miss it.

I wrote stroke by stroke on paper on Saturday,
"A magician is a master."

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

Saturday fell headfirst to the ground, his body convulsing.

Seeing this scene, Number One blurted out without even having time to rescue him,

"Saturdays are masters!"

The situation is already clear.

On Saturday, the prophet will test the identity of the magician. The identity of the magician is a good person. Father Phuket will kill Saturday.

As soon as No. [-] finished speaking, a twisted rope was directly wrapped around Saturday's neck and began to tighten.
Father Puji shot.

Who would have thought that the twitching Saturday's figure began to fade a little bit before the noose was tied.

Like the head of the garden, Saturday disappeared without a trace.

Father Puji's face was extremely gloomy. He knew that he had failed again.

This is the fourth time.

There are four people in succession, no one can say for sure whether they are masters or not.

But the only thing that is certain is that after being identified by No. [-], they all mysteriously disappeared.

If an ability user is behind this scene, what is his ability?
After this ability takes effect, what is the use?

The defeat on the Lost Paradise made the shadow of failure linger on everyone's heads.

Everyone rushed back while thinking about what to do next.

They returned to the original corpse and saw Angela.

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

Angela needs help and asks the magician and number one to lift the body up.

Number One was unwilling to do such a thing, so the magician had to do it alone.

The magician struggled to lift the heavy corpse, put his knees against the back, and the corpse that was lying flat sat up again.

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

It's just that there are only large whites in his eyes, but no pupils, which is extremely weird.

Angela pressed the head of the corpse and said with difficulty,
"Ask now!"

It took a lot of energy to maintain the ability to take effect, and she didn't know how long she could last.

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

The corpse said,
"Rebels, Lawbreakers. Paradise Lost, Wallbreakers."

Listening to the two code names, a cold snort came from the crowd,
"Bah, another twenty-five boy."

Number one is like a cat whose tail has been trampled on, jumping anxiously,

"You curse again!"

No one cares about number one.

the detective asked,
"Who killed you?"

The lawbreaker replied intermittently, "Master."

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

The lawbreaker was killed by the master.

The Master may have mistook him for a prophet.

There is another possibility, no one has mentioned, that is, the master and the prophet jointly set up this situation
If this is the case, these two are equivalent to betraying everyone.

But why?

The detective wanted to ask more questions, but the magician spoke first,
"Will your ability still take effect after you die?"

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

The magician's ability was sealed by the lawbreaker, and it was urgent.

asked the magician,

"Is there any way to break your sealing ability?"

"do not know."

I wasted a lot of time by asking questions twice in a row and getting nothing.

The detective asked a third question, "Why are you in the prophet's office?"

"because."

Just as the lawbreaker was about to answer, his body suddenly twitched, his pupils returned to their eye sockets, shaking irregularly, and his whole body seemed to be in a state of madness.

Seeing this, Angela, who was holding his celestial spirit cover, hurriedly shouted,
"Quickly post the talisman! Otherwise, you will be scammed!"

She seldom uses this ability, and the cost of letting the dead speak is not small.

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

The magician immediately took out the talisman that he had prepared long ago, and stuck it on the forehead of the corpse.

The previously convulsed corpse immediately became quiet, as if dead.

The atmosphere in the arena is extremely depressing, and water can condense out.

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

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

Moreover, if you go down this road, you will probably still be in the calculations of the prophet/master.

Once again the situation was deadlocked.

Number One patted the magician on the shoulder,

"Old Eleven, you're fine."

At the time of Paradise Lost, the magician's ranking often hovered around the eleventh, and he was still unable to enter the top ten, so he was also nicknamed the old eleventh.

As Saturday proved, magicians are good guys, not masters.

"Old Eleven, we are the only ones left."

No. [-] squatted on the ground, rubbed his face with his hands, sighed, and lamented as if accepting his fate,

"I suspect I'm a master."

(End of this chapter)