Xiao Xiao's last one percent possibility is a rather depressing answer.
It is so frustrating that people suddenly feel that many words such as life, dreams, struggles, goals, etc. have lost their meaning. Reality has been 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.
An inexplicable feeling of determination arose in his heart.
"Whether it's one percent or ninety-nine percent, it's just the result of calculation."
The captain of the Exoneration Hunting Team breathed a sigh of relief, looked around with a serious look: "Fate is up, everything is possible in the world of magic. 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 any way to disturb the fog in his mind?"
Xiao Xiao thought very seriously for a moment.
"I've been thinking about this for a while."
He took out his quill, drew on the floor, and wrote a series of dazzling derivation spells: "...As I mentioned before, true closure of consciousness requires very high magic skills. If you are in
In this process, other people help to build the fog in the mind. If you want this magical effect to continue to take effect, you need a powerful external medium to continuously cast hints for the subject... This medium may be a person.
, maybe a bottle of wine, or a piece of white linen."
The five hunters all raised their heads and looked at the group of white crows hanging in nets under the ceiling.
"Uncle is here, and the fire is strong!"
Without saying a word, Dylan threw out a fire spell. The raging flames emerged from the void and turned into winding tongues of fire. They flexibly got in along the gaps in the net bag and strangled the struggling white crows one by one.
After a while, fine ash fell from the net bag.
"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 inevitably make some naughty jokes such as "The full moon is coming" and "Bloodline conflict", implicitly reminding Dylan to control his emotions during special times.
But now, after hearing Xiao Xiao's analysis, he always felt that he seemed to have caught a thread.
medium.
hint.
Choice truth?
A flash of inspiration flashed in the mind of the young public-funded student. He suddenly raised his head 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!"
"Uncover those newspapers!"
"It's too sticky and can't be peeled off. Wait, let me try this spell..." Xiao Xiao spread out his bamboo slips and quickly wrote down a series of spells:
"Yunlong Chongchong!"
The orange cursed light rose, and a moist heat rushed out from the cursed light.
In just a moment, Zheng Qing felt as if the entire bar had turned into a sauna. The old newspapers posted on the wall were fumigated by the hot and humid atmosphere, and the writing began to become blurred. Zheng Qing summoned several slender vines at the right time.
Strips, like several nimble fingers, easily pulled them off the wall.
Almost at the same time that the newspaper was peeled off, the prisoner who was sitting slumped on the side began to tremble violently as if he had been electrocuted. Fatty Xin rushed over, took out several glass bottles of different sizes in lightning speed, unplugged the corks, and drained the demon inside.
All the medicine was poured into the prisoner's mouth.
He coughed violently, choked, and hunched over. It took a while before he slowly subsided and returned to his previous limp state.
"The bandits are furious!"
"Learn the valley breeze!"
Two wind spells with different effects rose from the Dharma books of Zheng Qing and Xiao Xiao. 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 house; the latter spell
Summoning a dry warm wind, it wrapped the wet newspapers that had just been taken off, dried them, and stacked them neatly one by one.
"Put it away and hand it over to the three-pronged sword... These are all evidence." Xiao Xiao noticed the confused look in his captain's eyes and explained briefly, while turning to look at the prisoner who was sitting slumped aside.
Xin had given him a few more drops of Veritaserum.
Dylan also rolled up his sleeves, looking like a serious 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 topic: "I hope you will tell us the true meaning of 'White Crow'."
Tom Hansen's lips trembled slightly, and his dull eyes seemed to suddenly burst into color. For a moment, Zheng Qing felt that the theoretically unconscious wizard in front of him had woken up and was staring at them fiercely.
But immediately, he knew that this was just an illusion.
Because the prisoner in front of him had slack cheeks, a dull expression, and his eyes were still unfocused.
"There are two ravens on Odin's shoulders, symbolizing thought and memory."
Tom Hansen seemed to be humming an ancient ballad, but his voice was devoid of any emotion due to the potion and bewitchment, and seemed mechanical, cold, and extremely weird:
"They are covered with black feathers, but they can see through the deepest darkness in the world; they soar in the sky, overlooking the vicissitudes of the sea... They are destiny, they are messengers... Only they will see the most humble corner of the world, only they
Only then can we see the humblest of us in this world...Only they will discover that the humble of us in the humble corner are already dead.
Death turns us into angels, sprouting wings from our shoulder blades that were once like crow's claws.
We must break through the shackles of rules, transform into angels, and pursue the eternal and noble truth..."
"Didn't you hear a white crow somewhere?" the fat wizard muttered in a low voice. Zheng Qing glared at him fiercely, and then immediately returned his attention to the prisoner.
The prisoner ignored the interrogator's interrogation 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 in the war between wizards and demons is actually the wizards themselves. Binding one's hands and feet with morality and man-made rules is a blasphemy against every wizard who died in the battle.
The professor said that wizards carried this error into magical research.
The professor said that black crows walk in the dark night and white crows walk in the sunlight.
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 vague feeling. It was completely different from the answer he got during a normal interrogation. Instead, he felt like he was listening to a fortune teller.
.
Thinking of the fortune teller, he couldn't help but tilt his head and look at Xiao Xiao.
The short wizard was hanging his head, holding a crystal ball and stroking it silently, looking thoughtful.