Xiao Xiao’s last one percent possibility is a rather frustrating answer.
Frustrated so much that people suddenly feel that many words such as life, dreams, struggles, goals, etc. have lost their meaning. Reality is painted into colorful black by dazzling colors, and chaos has become the tone of the world.
confusion.
Thinking of this word, Zheng Qing subconsciously thought of its antonym, order.
A sense of firmness rose in his heart inexplicably.
"No matter one percent or ninety-nine percent, they are just the result of calculation."
The captain of Yusin Hunting Team sighed lightly, looked around, and looked serious: "Fate is above all, everything is possible in the world of magic. We don't need to care about what will happen to him in the future. Now we just need to find a way to take something out of his mouth...even if it's just a little bit. Doctor, is there any way to interfere with the fog in his mind?"
Xiao Xiao thought about it very seriously for a moment.
"I've been thinking about this for a while."
He took out his quill, drew out the floor, and wrote a series of dazzling deduction spells: "... As I mentioned before, true conscious closure requires very superb magic skills. If you take advantage of this process and others help build the fog in your mind, then for this magic effect to continue to take effect, a powerful external medium is needed to continuously display hints for the subject... This medium may be a person, a bottle of wine, or a white linen."
The five hunters looked up at the group of white crows hanging from the net pockets under the ceiling.
"Uncle is in the shui, and the fire is raised!"
Without saying a word, Dylan threw out a fire spell. The blazing flames emerged from the void and turned into winding tongues of flames. He flexibly penetrated through the gaps in the net bag and twisted the white crows that were struggling one by one. In a moment, fine ashes fell from the net bag.
"Now, one possibility can be ruled out." Mr. Vampire were finally a little pleasant.
If you see this on weekdays, Zheng Qing would have to make some jokes like "The full moon is here" and "blood conflict", and implicitly remind Dylan to control his emotions a little during a special period.
But now, after hearing Xiao Xiao's analysis, he always felt that he seemed to have grabbed a thread.
medium.
hint.
A selective truth?
A flash of inspiration flashed through the young public servant's mind. He suddenly looked up and looked at the old newspapers of the Beta Town Post posted on the surrounding walls.
Almost at the same time, Xiao Xiao also looked up at the wall and squinted his eyes.
"It's the newspaper!"
"Open those newspapers!"
"It's too sticky and can't be removed, wait, let me try this spell..." Xiao Xiao spread out his bamboo slips and quickly wrote down a string of spells:
"Yunlong insects!"
The orange-yellow curse light rose, and a wet heat rushed out of the curse light.
In just a moment, Zheng Qing felt that the entire bar had become a sauna. The old newspapers stuck to the wall began to blur under the fumigation of the wet and hot breath. Zheng Qing summoned a few slender rattans at the right time, as if several flexible fingers, and easily pulled them off the wall.
Almost at the same time the newspaper was revealed, the prisoner who had originally slumped aside began to tremble violently as if he was electrocuted. Fatty Xin rushed over and took out several bottles of different sizes of glass bottles like lightning, pulled out the bottle plug, and poured the potions inside into the prisoner's mouth.
He coughed violently and choked, hunched over. It took him a while before he slowly calmed down and returned to his previous limp state.
"It's not like the wind!"
"Xixi Gu Feng!"
Two wind curses with different effects rose from the Dharma books of Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao. The previous spell summoned a lively cold wind, rolled up the steaming hot air in the room, and threw it out of the room; the latter spell summoned a dry warm wind, wrapped the wet newspapers that had just been lifted down, baked and dried them, and stacked them neatly.
"Put it away, turn around and hand it over to the Sancha Sword... These are all evidence." Xiao Xiao noticed his captain's confused gaze and explained briefly, while turning to look at the prisoner sitting beside him.
Xin has given him a few drops of real-time spitting agent again.
Dylan also rolled up his sleeves, looking like a solemn knight.
"Can you hear me?"
The interrogation started over the established process, and after several simple and correct answers and testing, the interrogation changed its tone: "I hope you tell us what the real meaning of 'White Crow' is."
Tom Hanson's lips were trembling slightly, and his originally godless eyes seemed to suddenly bloom with color. In an instant, Zheng Qing felt that the male witch in front of him who had lost consciousness had been awake and was staring at them fiercely.
But immediately, he knew that this was just an illusion.
Because the captain in front of him had a loose cheek and a dull expression, there was still no focus in his eyes.
"Odin has two crows on his shoulders, symbolizing thoughts and memories."
Tom Hansen seemed to be humming an ancient ballad, but his voice was not emotional because of potions and bewitching techniques, and it seemed mechanical and cold, and very strange:
"They are wearing black feathers, but they can see through the deepest darkness in the world; they soar in the sky and overlook the changing world... They are destiny, they are messengers... Only they will see the humblest corners of the world, and only they can see the humblest us in the world... Only they will find that the humblest corners of the humblest corners have long been dead.
Death turns us into angels, and makes us grow wings from our claw-like shoulder blades.
We must break through the shackles of the rules, become angels, and pursue eternal and noble truths…”
"Didn't you hear any white crows?" The fat wizard muttered in a low voice, Zheng Qing glared at him fiercely, and then he focused his attention on the prisoner again.
The captive ignored the little episodes between the interrogators, his expression was Gujing Wubo, and continued to answer in a dull voice: "The professor said that if the world is not the world you are pursuing, then there is nothing worth exploring in this world.
The professor said that the biggest enemy of the war between wizards and demons is actually the wizard himself. Using moral and artificial rules to bind his hands and feet is a blasphemy to every wizard who died in battle.
The professor said that wizards continued this mistake into magic research.
The professor said that the black crow was walking in the dark night, and the white crow was walking in the sun.
The professor said, I am a white crow."
Under the cat-faced mask, Zheng Qing frowned. Although the prisoner correctly answered the interrogator's questions, it gave people a vague feeling, which was completely different from the answers obtained during normal interrogation, but it seemed like listening to the fortune teller.
Thinking of the fortune teller, he couldn't help but tilt his head to look at Xiao Xiao.
The short witch was hanging her head, holding the crystal ball, rubbing silently, looking thoughtful.