Thriller Trainee

(Anti-theft has been replaced)

After the matter spread out, neither of them mentioned the marriage contract.

Fan Zhuo came to him, naturally it could not be because of this boring reason.

He came to ask Zong Jiu, how Vincent died in the first copy of the mental hospital.

It was then that Zong Jiu remembered that Vincent and Anthony were both seniors of the Night Clan, no.2’s right-hand man. In addition, the Ye Clan had always been at odds with the temple of Messiah, and Zhuge An was even more indifferent and pitted by him.

Three copies of the mental hospital survived in total, and it was indeed the most convenient way to find Zong Jiu.

It’s just a pity that Zong Jiu has no impression of Vincent.

This person exists in the narrative of others from beginning to end. Even the original text only stated that he was confident of his own strength, so he chose to act alone at the beginning.

“I understand.”

Zong Jiu said this, and Fan Zhuo did not continue to ask, but said coldly: “Just ask, if it is due to arrogance, it will be his own responsibility.”

Obviously, he is well aware of the characteristics of his two subordinates.

After he asked, Zong Jiu felt that there was nothing left, so he asked to retire.

“I send you.”

The man in military uniform stood up and walked out of the tea room with him.

After the two of them walked out of the tea room side by side, the noisy trainees on the rooftop suddenly fell silent.

Everyone was using their sights to communicate, “Why does His Royal Highness Fan Zhuo of the Night Race walk with the magician” “And they still walk side by side, it looks like the relationship is good”, “What’s the situation like this?”… .. and the like.

However, no one dared to go up and touch the mold of No.2.

Fan Zhuo is notoriously ruthless and iron-blooded, extremely majestic and ruthless in his methods.

Although it is far less than the status of no.1, it is also feared by people.

But now, the trainees onlookers are horrified to find that the **** Royal Highness seems to be in a good mood? ? ?

Even Zong Jiu himself was a little puzzled.

After acknowledging his relatives (?), No. 2’s attitude towards him can be described as a 180 degree turn.

But when he caught a little miss in those dark red eyes, Zong Jiu understood everything.

No matter what kind of person the original owner became, he was ignorant of naivety when he was a child.

That should be a good memory, otherwise the two families will not make a baby kiss. Even in the endless loop of crisis, I still feel warm in retrospect.

As far as Zong Jiu knew, Fan Zhuo was the surname of the blood family. In order to survive, even the race and surname have been changed. When I encountered the past as a human, I should still miss it.

Thinking like this, it touches the light of the original owner.

Zong Jiuman thought casually.

It was not until he and the white-haired youth nodded farewell by the pool and the heavy cloak of black and gold military uniform disappeared at the entrance of the S-level trainee dormitory.

“The momentum of no.2 is good enough.”

“What do you think, that is a big man who has really been on the battlefield. He participated in a simulated World War II in a copy before and finally came back alive. It’s amazing.”

“What’s the situation with the magician, catching up with the Night Race? Isn’t he the person that the adult is optimistic about?”

“It’s really jealous, people are more popular than others, newcomers are so powerful, how do we old people live?”

Zong Jiu turned a deaf ear to these discussions.

He walked to the bar and ordered a glass of whiskey from the bartender very skillfully.

“Okay, sir. Please wait a moment.”

Zong Jiu is particularly in love with this Scottish spirit, and he orders a glass every time he goes to the bar.

He watched the bartender sway the shaker skillfully, causing the latter to jump in a flying arc in the air, and he couldn’t help but admire the competence of the employees of the main system.

So did the croupier before, and so did the waiter, and now even the little bartender is hidden. If this hand wins the international bartender competition, it should also be able to win the top three.

After receiving the whiskey, the white-haired young man turned his head and asked Anthony, who walked towards him, “Do you feel that you are suddenly very sleepy after returning from the deserted village copy?”

“No.” Although he didn’t know his strength, Anthony answered.

“Then do you feel a pain on the top of your head, or being pulled by something?”

“……No.”

“Then don’t you feel that your thinking has become weird?”

“No.” Anthony was a little impatient, he wondered if this man was playing on his own.

Zong Jiu looked at Anthony with a very strange look, “Oh, that’s all right, you can go.”

Anthony:?

He thought of the relationship between the person in front of him and his boss, and suddenly fell silent.

Forget it, I can’t afford to provoke it, I can’t hide it, slipped away.

After the half-vampire left, Zong Jiu sat alone at the bar and thought for a long time.

At this point in time, all the people on the rooftop have gone to play the King’s Game, and only a few trainees swim in the infinity pool. The location of his bar is also relatively remote, and he is the only one sitting here for most of the day, and no one else comes.

The night is drooping, and the stars on the horizon are brighter than one, hanging in the sky, and it is easy to tell the position of the constellations. If it is on the earth, such good weather is rare, not to mention that these stars appear in a shining posture at the same time.

Not far away, the trainees were enthusiastically playing the game of kings.

“I ordered the trainees who got the 3 of hearts and the 5 of hearts to execute the order.”

“Hahahahaha, this command is so embarrassing, you guys should take off your pants and go for a run in the dormitory for the trainees.

“Get any S-level compliment? I rely on what high-difficulty task this is.”

“If you don’t complete the task and want to cut the meat, I rely on it, brothers, I will be separated first.”

……

The salty sea breeze sent these discussions intermittently.

Zong Jiu slowly rotated the clear wine glass in his hand, looking at the turbid wine inside, and fell into thinking.

From Anthony’s answer, Zong Jiu learned that the puppet silk is indeed the same as Zhuge An’s words, it is ignorant, even after being forced out/extracted, there will be no real feeling that he has been controlled.

It’s almost a bug-like ability, and there are few weaknesses.

The profile of the white-haired young man looked a little bright and flickered in the dim light, making it even more picturesque, not like a mortal figure.

Before he knew it, he finished another drink, and his face was also stained with a slight red, like a red flower falling in the snow, which was thrilling.

“Would you like another glass? Sir.”

“Thank you, no need.” I got drunk after drinking.

Zong Jiu waved his hand and motioned to the waiter on the other side to bring him a pack of cigarettes.

Mistake of drinking. Zong Jiu never got himself drunk.

Although he doesn’t like the smell of smoke, but at certain times, tobacco can indeed make him think more calmly and carefully, and it can also relieve drunkenness a little.

Zong Jiu half held his head, thinking rather lazily.

Strange, today this glass of whiskey seems really intoxicating.

In the past, taking such a drink would only make Zong Jiu vigorous, but today I went down to see the objects are a little ghosted, a bit of a sign of getting drunk.

In the dim place, the bartender, who turned his back to tidy up the wine cabinet, bends his mouth strangely.

Just after the waiter brought the cigarette case, cigar cutter and lighter, Zong Jiu frowned and picked out a thin cigarette with a slightly less strong cigarette smell, and was about to light it.

“Sir, let me help you.”

Just after Zong Jiu pressed the flint for several times and didn’t respond, the bartender put down the wine glass he was wiping very intimately, and turned his head and handed a bunch of fire over.

Zong Jiu really needs it. Because he felt a little dizzy in his head now, he obediently bowed his head and borrowed a fire.

But it’s just a little bit. As long as you take a puff of smoke and let the choking smell of smoke roll through your lungs, you can immediately–

Milky white smoke floated slowly from the tail of the cigarette.

At the moment when Zong Jiu’s head was slightly awake, he happened to see a pair of cold dark golden eyes flashing past.

Behind the smoke, the perfect face of shock and sacredness was looming, and the half-length black hair was **** and hung to the side.

Wearing a white shirt and black vest, the gloved bartender is holding his hands on the bar, looking at him with interest.

Zong Jiu: “…”

Zong Jiu: “It turns out that the famous no.1 also has a hobby of part-time/time bartenders.”

“No, no, no.”

The bartender smiled and shook his fingers, “You are the first.”

no.1 It looks good today.

He even turned around and pulled out a brand new wine bottle from behind.

Zong Jiu clearly saw that he just hooked his fingers, and the wine bottle was automatically opened and poured into the shaker. Other condiment wines also flew over in the air, and finally covered the lid, doing all kinds of things out of thin air. Ascent and free fall movement.

Puppet silk is really easy to use, especially when performing acrobatics.

Zong Jiu felt that his previous sincere praise system selected the staff well, which was purely blind for a while.

The devil smiled and pushed the glass of mixed wine to the young man, “Tequila sunset, please.”

“Tequila doesn’t even give salt and lemon, you can drink it yourself.” Zong Jiu sneered.

“That’s a pity, I can only enjoy it myself.”

The demon didn’t seem to care about his resistance, and shrugged.

This feeling of punching the cotton made Zong Jiu a little irritable.

He seemed to smoke very relaxedly, but his muscles began to tighten.

This guy was so fascinating that he inadvertently asked him to drink a glass of wine under his nose, and he couldn’t relax at all.

“Relax, relax.”

As if he could accurately detect his mood, no.1 pressed his hands down slightly, “If I wanted to, I should have done my hands and feet in the whiskey just now.”

The white-haired young man was unmoved and said coldly, “Your purpose.”

“Don’t be so alert.”

The devil put his index finger on his lips and made a “hush” gesture.

Zong Jiuzhe only noticed that the verbal confrontation just now has attracted the attention of many people.

But the strange thing is that logically speaking, if no.1 appears, most of the fanatic followers on these rooftops will go crazy. But now they don’t seem to have seen the abnormality of the bartender in the bar here, and their eyes are only rolling on him one by one.

The devil waited so long for him to finish his observation, and then he jokingly opened his mouth.

“Instead of asking that half-vampire, why not just come to me and ask?”

He heard his previous conversation with Anthony.

Zong Jiu frowned.

He sat here at the bar for more than half an hour, and he could not rule out the possibility that the other party would stand by here from the beginning.

Of course, even so, Zong Jiu wouldn’t be embarrassed to be caught on the spot while chatting with gossip behind his back.

The white-haired young man sneered, “Could it be that if I ask, you will tell me that it won’t work?”

Zong Jiu wanted to know the limits, scope, and even control conditions of the no.1 puppet master’s ability.

Needless to say, these are extremely confidential information. Just know that if you don’t talk about facing the enemy, at least it can become an important bargaining chip for defense no.1.

The devil smiled, “That’s not necessarily true.”

He stared at the triangular shadow falling on the clavicle fossa of the white-haired young man, lowered his voice, cold and nice with a slightly raised tail, like some kind of reptile staring at its prey, shuddering.

“If you can…please me.”

Zong Jiu sneered.

He slowly stood up from the stage, put the burning pipe aside, and hooked his finger at the person behind the bar, motioning the latter to move closer.

——Then, he slammed a fist toward that sly and perfect face.

He asked: “Is it enough to please you?”