15. Chapter 15

Zong Jiu felt that this world was really magical and realistic.

He actually stood here and told Zhuge An what Chinese people and Chinese soul were for more than half an hour.

It was obvious that Zhuge was more interested in the "Zhuge Liang" mentioned by Zong Jiu, so Zong Jiu began to popularize the three brothers of Zhuge family in the Three Kingdoms with him.

To be honest, chatting with Zhuge An was really tiring.

Having said that, Zong Jiu naturally couldn't fail to find out where the problem was.

Zong Jiu had made the worst plan, and now it seemed that he had only verified his guess.

It was very likely that he had not only traveled through the book, but also traveled from one time and space to another.

But there was one thing that Zong Jiu couldn't figure out. Even if there was no Conan Doyle and The Big Bang in the world after traveling through the book, then no matter what, such a great country, unless it traveled to a completely different world, could not disappear out of thin air as long as it was still on Earth.

It was a pity that Zhuge An had the same expression from beginning to end when he listened to his story. The old master of expression management could not see any clues at all.

When Zong Jiu had finished speaking, he suddenly asked, "What are Holmes and Sheldon?"

The white-haired young man had a deep face and made up a story, "They are two smart people with high IQs, just like you."

Zhuge An looked at Zong Jiu expressionlessly, without exposing him, but directly threw a deep-water fish/mine.

"I'm curious, you didn't enter the infinite loop through normal channels, how did you hide it from the main system?"

The white-haired young man's eyelids jumped.

The man's eyes were sharp, scanning Zong Jiu like an X-ray, "What is it, a copy? Are you an intelligent NPC in an S-level copy? You sneaked in by taking over the body like the evil spirit ancient well?"

Zong Jiu felt that if he said yes, the two yin-yang fish surrounding their heads would probably call him.

"No, it's impossible."

Before Zong Jiu could speak, Zhuge An overturned his guess, "If you belong to Yin, the four hexagrams of Qian, Dui, Li and Zhen cannot have no reaction at all."

"The main system will not allow the existence of souls to be replaced, which is unreasonable. And since you exist... you must have come directly from the real world to the infinite loop without being screened, more like a transfer within an instant."

"More importantly - you seem to know me very well."

Zong Jiu: "..."

He chatted with the other party about the five thousand years of Chinese history, but in addition to the biggest secret of traveling through a book, the other party almost stripped his underwear upside down.

Danger, Zong Jiu is in danger.

He was vague, "Why do you say that?"

"Because you still remember and can tell about things in the real world."

Zhuge An looked at him deeply: "Survivors who come to the infinite loop will be blocked from memories of the real world."

"Blocking means that you remember all the relevant memories you had in the real world, but it will exist in the deepest part of your mind. No matter what you think or do, you will never take the initiative to think of it, you can't express it in words, and gradually forget it over time."

"Not everything is blocked. The knowledge learned in the real world will not be forgotten. Only the cognition that [you once lived in the real world] is blurred. Other memories can only be recalled when allowed, just like Zhuge Liang and China you just mentioned. If this copy has clues pointing to these two nouns, my memory should be unimpeded. The main system will only open some memories when there are prerequisites and conditions."

"But according to the books in the library, this copy is set up in the United States. So there will be no common sense related to China in the real world."

This is probably the longest sentence Zhuge An has said.

His voice is light and cold, and the implication behind it is creepy.

If the survivors' memories of the real world are blocked, then over time, these survivors who enter the infinite loop from reality will not take the initiative to remember where they came from.

Just like they were born survivors.

Zong Jiu narrowed his eyes.

He finally knew what the dissonance that came out when he recalled the original plot was.

The original text once mentioned that there is no way to return to the real world in the infinite loop. For example, the reward for the horror trainee's debut in the center position is a universal wish ticket, but in the perspective description that Zong Jiu saw in the text in the early stage, no trainee wanted to use this ticket to exchange for the opportunity to return to reality.

It turns out... It's not that the real world has changed after crossing the book, but these survivors, under some higher will, are forced to change their cognition.

The main system put a lock on everyone's head, and everyone was trapped inside and couldn't escape.

Zong Jiu smiled, "Then why do you remember it?"

Zhuge An didn't speak, but looked at him with a scrutinizing look instead.

The black-haired man crossed his fingers, his eyes as cold as a pond, staring at the white-haired young man without blinking.

I don't know if it was Zong Jiu's illusion, but he felt that after such a conversation, Zhuge An, who was just indifferent, suddenly softened his gaze.

"You need to show your value."

He did not continue the topic just now, but said lightly: "If your speech makes me feel that my intelligence is insulted, there is a possibility of terminating the alliance at any time."

Zong Jiu retracted his illusion just now: "Although you shook hands with me just now, you did not express your position. You really don't intend to cooperate in your heart, but want to use the guise of cooperation to get words from me."

"Courtesy is reciprocity, and all is fair in war."

Good guy, this person still holds a grudge.

"Besides, aren't you also thinking of the same idea."

Hearing this, the smile on Zong Jiu's mouth corners became wider.

"Have you learned emotion control?"

Looking at the expression of the white-haired young man, Zhuge An raised his eyebrows, "There's no need to be so defensive. If I really wanted to do something, you wouldn't be standing here, relax."

At least now it's open and honest, Zong Jiu had to pinch his nose and admit it, "Okay, okay, it's my bad luck to be on the pirate ship, I accept my fate."

Zong Jiu swore that after he said this, he saw a very faint smile on Zhuge An's face.

"I guess... you can't solve the S-level clue you got from Dr. Chu for the time being."

It was obviously the beginning of speculation, but the black-haired man's tone was extremely firm, as if he didn't consider that he might be wrong at all, "Because you lack key information."

Anyway, they were on the pirate ship, and Zong Jiu didn't care. Because after weighing the pros and cons, Zhuge An would indeed be his best breakthrough.

He saw that even without the clue told by the doctor, Zhuge An might not be able to infer the result himself through other clues. Even if he told the other party, it would only advance the process. No.3 is so capable that he, a small E-level, doesn't need to worry about it.

"Is there an integer between three and four?"

Zhuge An repeated this sentence with a frown.

"Pnpso is a string of codes, which is undoubtedly the most representative Virginia cipher. Don't ask why, I'm too lazy to explain this process to you, you just need to know the result... It needs a key, but now the necessary key is missing."

Many classical codes require keys to decipher. Such codes are divided into three parts, "ciphertext", "key" and "original text". The pnpso they know now is the ciphertext, and as long as they know the key, they can know the original text.

As soon as the reasoning began, No.3, who was originally full of the aura of rejecting people thousands of miles away, began to talk to himself, without any of the noble and cold aura before, walking around in the ward like a chatterbox.

"There are more than 3,000 books in the library. If you search carefully, you can infer the current era based on the page number table. Among them, only one book has traces of being torn, and it happens to be page 34. What's more, that book should not appear in this era, because it is a book about superstring theory. Ice cone frontal lobotomy was not abolished on a large scale until 1970, while string theory was proposed in 1968, and superstring theory will only be later. Yes, that's right, that's it."

I have to say, I really have to applaud.

Thinking that he only relied on a clue that didn't have much clues to get the information obtained by an S-level solo action for more than a day, Zong Jiu felt that he was a sure win.

Halfway through the walk, the chattering Zhuge An suddenly turned back, "I have obtained the key to this dungeon. If I want, I can pass it now."

Zong Jiu: "......?"

"You have revealed your trump card, but I have more clues than you."

Zhuge An said, "You have shown your value, so - the last question."

"If you give me a satisfactory answer, as a thank you, I can tell you the remaining clues."

The young man in white crossed his arms: "Ask."

"Who do you think is the traitor with different identity cards?"

Zong Jiu raised his eyebrows, "He will come knocking on the door soon."

The black-haired man's eyes were full of admiration, and he readily fulfilled his promise and continued to tell the story with ups and downs, providing Zong Jiu with many clues.

......

"Since you also deliberately left the Messiah's team and entered the different space, you should have guessed that there are two different spaces in this S-level copy that do not interfere with each other."

"The three and four of the S-level clues are not simply three and four, but refer to the three-dimensional space and the fourth space-time dimension."

The hurricane rolled up from the floor of the ward.

"In the end... you are exactly the same as the prophecy, Zong Jiu."

He withdrew his hand, and the Tai Chi Bagua diagram suspended in the air immediately began to dissipate.

Zhuge An lowered his eyes, "A piece of advice. Be careful of someone."

"I'm not sure if he is in this copy, but he must be your mortal enemy who is destined to meet."

Zong Jiu: "Who?"

"No.1." Zhuge An said.

"No one knows his name, we usually call him - the devil."

"Is this also the prophecy you mentioned?"

The white-haired young man smiled, "Magicians never believe in prophecies."

In the last second before the Bagua map disappeared, Zhuge An seemed to smile as well.

"You will come to me again. In the future."

"No one can escape fate. Because it is everywhere."

At the same time, all the trainees in the mental hospital copy received a cold system prompt.

[S-level trainee Zhuge An. Cleared]

The next second, there was a knock on the door.

The face of the high school student appeared outside the thick glass window, knocking on the door anxiously while calling Brother Nine.

Prophecy.

The white-haired young man stood there, suppressed his interest, turned around and walked over.