Chapter 125 Lies

"Can you please not take her away? Leave her here."

Behind Su Weiyu, a strange voice suddenly came, as if it was a faulty tape. From the tone, it was obvious that it was a female voice.

Su Weiyu's expression suddenly changed, and she looked behind her in disbelief.

In the direction where the voice came from just now, there was no one else except the red leader who was still sitting on the ground.

Who was talking just now?

Was he talking to her?

Su Weiyu's hair on her arms stood up, and she subconsciously reached for the Tongziqie at her waist, but all she felt was an empty scabbard.

Yes, Tongziqie had just been eaten by this monster.

"Mike has been waiting for that person to appear, you can't bully him like this."

The voice came again!

This time Su Weiyu confirmed the direction of the voice, it was in the leader's stomach!

Su Weiyu decisively dragged her suitcase and ran wildly. The moment before she ran out, she heard the voice again from behind her: "Mike, go forward."

Then, the giant stood up and walked towards the door with heavy footsteps.

"Yes, turn left now, and then go straight... Run, Mike."

The leader moved his legs and ran in the narrow aisle. Su Weiyu opened his eyes wide, looked at the giant chasing behind him in horror, picked up the intercom and shouted: "Xia Shou, there is something in their leader's stomach that is not human!"

"I heard it, you hold on a little longer, I have to solve this trouble first." Xia Shou's voice came from the intercom.

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The ground was full of corpses of Blood Mother Cult believers. Xia Shou, who was wrapped in thick blood mist, looked at the man in front of him wearing a mirror reflective coat, and the corners of his mouth shrouded in blood mist rose slightly.

He calmly put the intercom back on the belt behind his waist and asked politely: "Mirror Magician, I have been thinking about a question, that is, whether your superpowers are continuously passive."

The mirror magician said expressionlessly: "Blood Demon Devourer, I will kill you here."

"I think we can have a good chat, the walker of Paper Curtain Mountain and the survivor of Mirror Palace." Xia Shou said.

Mirror Magician narrowed his eyes: "It seems that you have heard of me."

"Of course, your name is well-known, maybe we can talk." Xia Shou smiled, and the blood mist around him slowly dissipated.

Mirror Magician stood there, silent for more than ten seconds, neither attacking nor answering.

He was thinking, thinking about the danger of Xia Shou.

He was not happy that Xia Shou knew his nickname, and even felt a little worried, because this meant that the other party had a certain understanding of him.

It is understandable that a person who does not know that there are tigers in the mountains mistakenly enters the tiger mountain and is eaten by the tiger.

But if a person knows that there are tigers in the mountains, but still goes to the tiger mountain, it is either that he is confident that he can kill the tiger, or that he has a problem with his brain.

Now, Mirror Magician is not sure whether the person in front of him is the former or the latter.

"What do you want to talk about?"

"I want to talk about the tailor." Xia Shou said.

Before coming, he had carefully read the information related to the titles of the Mirror Magician. Among them, the information about the Tailor made Xia Shou convinced that the Mirror Magician was not a member of the Blood Mother Church, but had formed a deep cooperative alliance with the Blood Mother Church for some interests.

The beliefs of the Mirror Magician were very different from those of the Blood Mother Church. He believed in a god who was in charge of the power of "stitching". The power of this god was used in the skill fusion ceremony used by Xia Shou.

Like the Blood God, he had many nicknames in history, as well as many religious stories whose true and false were unknown. The most widely circulated one at present was the Tailor. Many believers had obtained extraordinary abilities from this god.

He and the Blood God may be gods of equal status. It is said that he often saves people who have lost their minds in the Sea of ​​Origin.

He often appears in the image of a half-man and half-woman. Although there are many descriptions of his appearance, he is basically described as having the wisdom of a scholar, a rigorous, meticulous and serious temperament, and his hands are as slender, soft and flexible as a woman.

Most people believe that the benevolent savior they met is the Tailor himself.

But a small number of people admit that they were lucky enough to regain the ability to talk when their sanity was stitched up, and were able to talk to the other party, and thus learned that the other party was the Tailor's disciple, the agent who was given the mission, responsible for saving the poor lost in the Sea of ​​Origin.

The Tailor's followers all call themselves apprentices, and the Mirror Magician is undoubtedly also a Tailor's follower.

Xia Shou thinks that starting with this topic may delay time.

"I dreamed of the Tailor in my dream." Xia Shou directly threw out a topic that is most likely to arouse the other party's interest.

"It's useless to get close to me in this way. I know you are not an apprentice." The Mirror Magician said coldly, "I'll give you three chances to say."

"I met him in the Sea of ​​Origin, and he stitched my sanity."

The first sentence, the Mirror Magician did not respond, and stood there in silence.

"He told me about you. Actually, I didn't know you were here before I met you, but your image is exactly the same as he described to me. He said that if I want to become an apprentice, I have to come to you." Xia Shou lied.

In Xia Shou's chest, the heart made purely of blood was beating wildly at this moment.

The lie he told was an aggressive attempt and a gamble.

There is a default rule in using lies to gain the other party's trust.

That is, the lower the error rate and the more secret the lie is, once it succeeds, the easier it is to gain the trust of the other party.

Just like a fortune teller telling a fortune, if he only says that you are divorced and your family is not harmonious, even if the other party is right, he will still be suspected, because these lies have a high error rate. Although it is easy to make mistakes, it is not impossible to guess right.

But if the fortune teller says that you are a murderer, you hit the back of the victim's head with a hammer and it bleeds, but the first hit did not flatten it, so you calm down, put a plastic bag on it, and do it again, and then you are done.

This kind of lie is impossible to guess right by guessing blindly. Perhaps there is only a one in ten thousand chance to meet a suitable object, but if you really meet such a person, the other party will trust you without hesitation.

The reason is very simple. Only he knows about this kind of thing, the police and his family don’t know, and he has never told anyone. Except for the gods who can really calculate the cause and effect of people, no one else can restore the scene so accurately.

What Xia Shou is doing now is this kind of thing.

The survivor of the Mirror Palace, the walker of the Paper Curtain Mountain, the apprentice of the tailor, these nicknames may have high gold content, but they should not be well-known.

Because the Control Bureau, an organization with the maximum intelligence collection ability, has no information about the mirror magician, let alone these nicknames.

This is probably a nickname that is circulated in the small circle of the tailor apprentice.

Xia Shou used the cheating device of seeking his own death to forcibly obtain information that he could not have known. This is a special card. How to use it depends on his playing style.

"The second sentence." The mirror magician said coldly.

Xia Shou's expression was hidden in the red mist, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he was relieved in his heart.

When he finished the first sentence, the other party did not even react, and now he was counting for him.

Although there were only four words, it had exposed his inner tendency-he was wavering, and wanted to hear the third sentence to verify the truth of the previous words.