Chapter 64 Team Competition (Reality)
Quick questions, quick answers, and a free-wheeling, informal interview begins.
"First question, did you feel thoroughly satisfied with the Battle of Zhuolu?"
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"Second question, do you have any suggestions for the Battle of Zhuolu?"
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"The third question is, are you satisfied with the government's food?"
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"Thank you all for your enthusiastic responses. I am very pleased. Then, the last question -"
"This is also the question that the audience is most curious about. How do you train your superpowers? Do you have any special methods?"
During the day, he pretended to write on the paper, but he was actually just poking and dotting. The ink seeped into the white and soft paper and almost broke it.
A contestant raised his hand to question his work ability, but the young man pushed him back like in Tai Chi, and told him seriously: I don’t take notes because I have a good memory and there is no possibility of forgetting the words. As for the interview dialogue, it will naturally be released on the public Internet after the Battle of Zhuolu is over.
Since Bai Zhou was indeed highly valued by the government... at least in the eyes of outsiders, everyone present believed his words and raised their hands to speak as actively as if they were in class. The officer who was just watching the fun sighed and shook his head in the background.
Oh, except for one player who was stubborn and kept his head down.
"Huh? Why isn't this contestant participating in the event? Is he troubled by something?" The culprit curiously put his arm around the gloomy man's shoulder and patted him hard, as if he suspected that he was asleep.
"You are the most important person in this question. Are you really not going to respond to my sincere question?"
The man who was forced to be the center of attention lowered his head stubbornly, letting the gazes burn his body like fire.
After realizing that the other party's unethical behavior was manipulated by others, the resentful looks gradually diminished. Although there are still complaints, the competition field is like a battlefield, where insidious moves are often used. The person who attacked was not far away, so he would definitely not end up well in such a strong airflow.
So what's left is to be amazed at the depth of this person's energy after realizing what's going on.
I didn't expect that an ordinary psychic would possess such strength. Although he turned pale as paper and looked very embarrassed, it was still undeniable that the man was powerful.
Copy copy, it sounds like a very useful skill, but it is not just copy and paste, you must understand the corresponding structure to be able to copy the item's capabilities 100%.
So, is it talent? Or is it acquired effort? They care very much!
The sight became even hotter.
The gloomy man gritted his teeth silently, hating himself once again for being tricked and making such a big hole, which caused him to attract the attention of others and be forced to accept questions and answers. If he didn't have a backup plan, how would he apologize?
Don't let him know who that superpowered person is! There are also people planting bombs underground! !
"There is no special method..." In order to end this mess as soon as possible, the man finally spoke in a low voice, speaking into the "microphone" that was about to poke his face.
"My energy storage is larger than others from the beginning. Normally, I just do normal experience and physical training."
"And correspondingly, my abilities are greatly limited."
The others who were looking forward to it suddenly sighed.
"I see." Bai Zhou understood and took back the pen he had handed over. "Even so, your ability is still very promising. Why don't you consider joining the team?"
"…because of my personality."
"That's right. When you asked us if we could join, you looked unreliable." A contestant interrupted subconsciously, then he realized what was going on and noticed other people were looking at him, and waved his hands sheepishly.
Bai Zhou raised his eyebrows slightly.
It is true that the display screen can track the images of each team, but it is ultimately limited and cannot provide everyone with conversations and shots. For example, some details about the players' teamwork and some whispers deliberately hidden in hidden corners.
After all, when more than a dozen people are talking together, the automatically generated subtitles will be exhausted. Unless you like and trust a player very much, no one will deliberately stare at him all the time, nor will they be afraid of getting their eyes dazzled.
So after the gloomy man and Fu Ling were "forced" to split up, their next appearance was with a new team. Maybe it was also because of the sunglasses distributed during the group battle.
The debt of favor is really terrible.
"It seems that this gentleman took the initiative to apply to join the team." Bai Zhou nodded his chin, a little curious, "It's not a pleasant feeling to clear a dungeon by yourself. It's a rare opportunity to come to the Battle of Zhuolu, don't you plan to make some new friends?"
Hearing the cheap captain's interruption, the man felt that the end was getting farther and farther away. He rolled his eyes secretly and replied: "If there is a chance..." If you are still alive.
"There's a chance now. Aren't your teammates still in the illusion? Do you want to come to our lounge to review the game?" The captain, whose anger had disappeared, was very enthusiastic and had strong goodwill towards this talented player.
When the others saw this, they thought that although the man had a gloomy temperament, he would answer every question and was quite easy to get along with, so they started talking to him one by one.
"Yes, yes. We were also angry at your indifference just now. Now that the misunderstanding has been resolved, we can curse the manipulator together to vent our anger!"
"I also think that your ability is really useful. If we can cooperate in dungeons, we will definitely win every battle! Meeting is fate. The benefits of our guild are not bad."
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Cheerful invitations came one after another, flexibly entering the ears of the gloomy man. Even the opponents who were killed in the explosion joined in, raising the atmosphere to its highest point.
Bai Zhou watched with a smile, as if he was pleased with the harmonious scene.
He watched the man's body tremble slightly. Someone who didn't know the situation would probably think it was sobbing due to being moved, or panic due to being overwhelmed. Who would have known that this was forced endurance after being extremely irritable?
He looked up at his superior, who nodded slightly, imperceptibly.
"Everyone, please be quiet for a moment." The young man smiled and clapped his hands a few times. The crisp sound brought the situation under control and gradually calmed down.
I have already learned the details and relevant clues from the perspective of the participants. I originally wanted to tentatively raise the issue of cults, but considering this person's unstable personality, I decided to put it aside for now.
"The interview is over. You can go to the lounge to rest. Please take off your badges and put them back where they were."
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A badge, a special tool made by the government for use in the Battle of Zhuolu. It is engraved with the identity of the contestant and the team he or she belongs to. It is an indispensable medium for entering the illusion, and the energy it contains can stabilize consciousness.
After a slight modification by Bai Zhou, functions such as "positioning" were added, and several energies were added as backup.
After testing, it was immediately adopted. No one except the relevant senior officials knew about this change.
"Room 402 has been renovated." The officer stared at the message on the phone screen and relayed, "In addition to the person just now, the name you circled is still active in the illusion."
Thinking of the predictions he had just made, he glanced at the young man beside him, his tone unusually serious.
"You're right. I thought I could find the root of the evil cult by getting the relevant information, but the result is similar to your situation."
"Oh, you've already predicted it?" Bai Zhou put on his headphones, adjusted the volume, listened to the conversation that came from inside from time to time, and asked leisurely: "Tell me in detail?"
"Ha, how should I put it..."
The commander chuckled with an indecipherable emotion, feeling the energy still surging in his body.
"Remember the last time I budgeted for you, you ruthlessly drained all my energy. Fortunately, I didn't pay for it, otherwise I would have passed out on the bed."
"I thought you were the only exception, but this time when I calculated it - it was like I calculated nothing, not even a bit of energy was wasted."
It's an extreme contrast.
The supernatural powers that used to be very useful have now hit two iron walls. It's just that one became a ally and the other was a returning enemy.
As said during the meeting that day, the cult does possess an unfathomable source of power, burying itself in the world like a poisonous snake, hiding in the shadows and waiting for an opportunity to attack. Without the daytime intelligence source, the Battle of Zhuolu would have been doomed to fail.
Although the source of this friendly intelligence is also a mystery.
"There's still time." Bai Zhou tilted his head, avoiding the other party's pointed gaze as usual, and smoothly changed the subject, "It's unrealistic to find the nest in one go. While the cult hasn't completely mastered the black fog, we should quickly research related restraints."
"As for now, the bait has been spread, and we just have to wait for the fish to bite."
"Okay." The officer got the same answer as always, and he was used to it. "I'll just try to guess it myself."
The phone rang with a short notification tone. He looked down, his mouth curled up with a happy expression: "But let me remind you that someone who doesn't like suspicion is about to arrive here."
"……?"
The corresponding person instantly appeared in his mind, and Bai Zhou fell into deep thought.
The next second, the office door was quietly pushed open, revealing a gap, and a dull and distorted voice slowly floated in:
"Research, research... Bai Zhou, why hasn't the research subject you said would come to us on its own initiative arrived yet?"
A sinister eye shot straight into the room through the narrow gap and fixed itself on the young man. The resentment emanating from his body could feed ten evil sword immortals.
"Where is my research subject?"
This person's name is "Ke Yan".
A fanatical, extreme, dark and twisted researcher who is affiliated with the government. He was recruited because of the usefulness of his brain and has been staying in a bright laboratory for many years to conduct dark research.
He was not originally among the insiders, but was specially invited to conduct research on the "black fog". The reason for this was that he had a heroic act of "trying to study the black fog but almost died", so he was called the most suitable candidate for this research.
After knowing that Bai Zhou would provide relevant research subjects, he directly trusted the other party and became the most staunch supporter of cooperation. From then on, he lost his appetite, couldn't sleep day or night, and was looking forward to that moment all the time.
So he successfully became the most powerful debt collector.
All he heard from the headphones was meaningless chatter. Bai Zhou lost interest and took off the headphones, throwing them aside.
Taking a sip of tea calmly, he met the eyes staring through the crack of the door without any hurry; "Don't worry, Miss Ke Yan, didn't I tell you this morning that the goods will arrive in these few days, there will be no mistakes."
"If all else fails, why don't you steal the dagger and study it? Rushing five or six times a day like this won't be good for our physical and mental health."
If I had known that I would suffer this torture, I would not have directly affirmed the research body.
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