Xiao Xiao's last one percent possibility is a rather frustrating answer.

Frustrated enough to make people suddenly feel that many words such as life, dreams, struggle, goals, etc. have lost their meaning, reality is painted into colorful black by dazzling colors, and chaos becomes the tone of the world.

confusion.

Thinking of this word, Zheng Qing subconsciously thought of its antonym, order.

There was an inexplicable firmness in his heart.

"Whether it's one percent or ninety-nine percent, it's just the result of calculation."

The captain of the forgiveness hunting team breathed a sigh of relief, looked around, and said with serious eyes: "Fate is above, everything is possible in the magical world. We don't need to care about what will happen to him in the future, we just need to find a way to get it out of his mouth now." Get something out...even just a little bit. Doctor, is there a way to disturb the fog in his head?"

Xiao Xiao thought very seriously for a moment.

"I've been thinking about this for a while."

He took out the quill, sketched on the floor, and wrote a series of dizzying derivation spells: "...As I mentioned before, the real closure of consciousness requires very high magic skills. If in this In the process, it is tricky to use other people to help build up the fog in the mind. If this magical effect is to continue to take effect, a powerful external medium is needed to continuously cast hints on the subject... This medium may be a person, or A bottle of wine, or a white sackcloth."

The five hunters raised their heads together and looked at the group of white crows hanging from the ceiling in net bags.

"Uncle is in Yabu, with fire!"

Without further ado, Dylan threw out a Fiery Curse, and raging flames emerged from the void, turning into winding tongues of flame, which nimbly slipped in through the gaps in the net bag, and twisted the struggling white crows one by one. After a while, fine dust fell from the net pocket.

"Now, one possibility can be ruled out." Mr. Vampire Werewolf's voice finally became a little more cheerful.

If he saw this scene on a normal day, Zheng Qing would have to joke a few naughty jokes like 'the full moon is coming' and 'the blood pulse', and vaguely remind Dylan to control his emotions a little bit during the special period.

But now, after hearing Xiao Xiao's analysis, he always felt that he seemed to have caught a thread.

medium.

hint.

Alternative truth?

A flash of light flashed in the mind of the young public fee student. 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 narrowed his eyes.

"It's a newspaper!"

"Expose those newspapers!"

"It's too sticky, I can't take it off, wait a minute, let me try this spell..." Xiao Xiao spread out his bamboo slip book, picked up a pen and quickly wrote down a series of spells:

"Yunlong worm!"

An orange mantra light rose, and a stream of moist heat swarmed out from the mantra light.

In just a moment, Zheng Qing felt that the whole bar had turned into a sauna room. The old newspapers pasted on the wall were fumigated by the hot and humid air, and the handwriting began to become moldy. Zheng Qing summoned a few slender The vines, like a few nimble fingers, easily tore them off the wall.

Almost at the same time when the newspaper was taken off, the prisoner who had been sitting slumped on the side trembled violently as if being electrocuted. Fatty Xin rushed over, took out several glass bottles of different sizes like lightning, pulled out the corks, and put the magic inside. All the medicine was poured into the captive's mouth.

He coughed and choked violently, hunched over for a while, and then slowly calmed down, returning to the previous limp state.

"The gangster is so hot!"

"Learn the valley wind!"

Two wind spells with different effects rose from between Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao's dharma books. The former spell summoned a lively cold wind, rolled up the steaming hot and humid air in the room, and threw it out of the room; the latter spell Summon a ball of dry warm air, wrap the wet newspapers that have just been peeled off, bake them dry, and stack them neatly one by one.

"Put it away and hand it back to the three-pronged sword...these are all evidences." Xiao Xiao noticed the puzzled eyes of his team leader, explained briefly, and at the same time turned his head to look at the prisoner who was sitting slumped aside.

Sin had refilled him with a few drops of Veritaserum.

Dylan also rolled up his sleeves, looking like a solemn knight.

"Can you hear me?"

The interrogation restarted according to the established procedure. After a few simple and correct answer tests, the interrogator changed the subject: "I hope you can tell us the true meaning of 'White Crow'."

Tom Hansen's lips trembled slightly, and his originally dull eyes seemed to suddenly burst into color. For a moment, Zheng Qing felt that the theoretically unconscious wizard in front of him was awake and staring at them fiercely.

But immediately, he knew it was just an illusion.

Because the prisoner in front of him had slack cheeks and a dull expression, and his eyes were still out of focus.

"There are two ravens on Odin's shoulders, which symbolize thought and memory."

Tom Hansen seemed to be humming an ancient ballad, but because of the potion and bewitching techniques, his voice lacked any emotion~lightnovelpub.net~ seemed mechanical and indifferent, extremely weird:

"They wear black feathers, but they can see through the deepest darkness in the world; they soar into the sky, overlooking the vicissitudes of life... They are destiny, they are messengers... Only they can see the most humble corner of the world, only they can see To the humblest us in this world... Only they will find out that the humble us in the humble corners have already died.

Death turns us into angels, and makes wings grow from our shoulder blades that used to be like crow's claws.

We must break through the shackles of rules, become angels, and pursue eternal and noble truths..."

"Didn't you hear that there is a white crow?" The fat wizard muttered in a low voice, Zheng Qing gave him a vicious look, and then turned his attention back to the prisoner.

The prisoner ignored the interrogator's interrogation, and continued to answer in a dull voice, "The professor said, if the world is not the one you are after, then there is nothing worth exploring in this world.

The professor said that the biggest enemy in the war between wizards and demons is actually the wizards themselves. Binding hands and feet with moral and artificial rules is a blasphemy against every wizard who died in battle.

The professor said that wizards have carried this error into the study of magic.

The professor said that black crows walk in the dark, and white crows walk in the sun.

The professor said, I am a white crow. "

Under the cat face mask, Zheng Qing frowned. Although the prisoner answered the interrogator's question correctly, it gave people a feeling of ambiguity. It was completely different from the answers obtained during normal interrogation, and it was like listening to a fortune teller.

Thinking of the fortune teller, he couldn't help but tilt his head to look at Xiao Xiao.

The short wizard was hanging his head, holding the crystal ball, rubbing it silently, with a look of deep thought.