Four hundred and thirtieth chapters enter for no reason
These 30 bottles of potions are all powerful blue-returning potions, but the quality is different, which means that they provide 30 possibilities. Adding the BUFF previously obtained from the NPC girl, the chance of coincidence is only 150%.
One of them.
Judging from previous encounters, there were only five groups of monsters, so the possibility of not being able to distinguish them was already quite small.
"Good idea."
The three of them all expressed their agreement, each took a bottle of potion, reported the quality to each other, and then each chose a fork in the road and left.
Los's quality was 61, Returning's was 57, and Floating Cloud's was 55. Sherlock himself returned to the first fork in the road with a quality of 49, heading towards the right path.
After exploring alone for half an hour, he had a preliminary feel for this maze.
Calling it a maze is a bit unfair to this spectacular and beautiful building complex.
From lowland plains dotted with rocky hills to plateau valleys crisscrossed by streams, sometimes two completely different landscapes can be experienced in less than half a mile.
But to say that this is a park is to ignore the depth and mystery within it.
Quiet pools of water, rushing streams, cascading waterfalls, towering trees, twining vines, and lush flowers and plants. These things seem to be intertwined to create a different kind of charm.
A fork in the road will appear after a hundred steps. Even Sherlock, who always thought he had a good sense of direction, was a little confused at this time.
After walking for another half hour, he completely gave up trying to identify the location.
"Unless you are lucky, you will definitely gain nothing by searching blindly like this. There must be some clues that he has not caught." As he walked, he recalled and sorted out everything that had happened since he set foot on the island.
boom!
An explosion suddenly sounded not far away, followed by the sound of two footsteps chasing each other.
As soon as Sherlock looked away, the figures of the two owners of the footsteps came into view.
It’s Fuyun and Los!
No, it could also be a monster that turned into Floating Cloud and Los.
The other two people seemed to have the same idea, and they stopped fighting after seeing the third person, forming a triangle and confronting each other.
After turning on the Vision of Truth, Sherlock saw the BUFF on the two of them. Lose's exclusive vision and Fuyun's 1 agility were all fine, so there was something wrong with the quality of the potion he randomly picked up for the second time.
"What is the quality of the medicine in your hands?" he asked.
"41!"
"55!"
The former was Los and the latter was Fuyun. He already knew who was fake. He took the golden shuriken and shouted out his number before stabbing Los.
The combination of him and Fuyun, as well as Los, the bard's real body, were powerless to resist. Of course, these 100% simulated monsters couldn't make any trouble. They died under his shuriken in less than two rounds.
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"Sherlock, this is my potion, where's yours?" Fuyun said as he took out his own blood-restoring potion and set it to exhibition mode.
He didn't expect that after going around for a long time, he would meet his old enemy again, and his head would be snatched away by the other party. He was not convinced, but an orange light flashed past.
"Why..." The thief's throat moved, but he fell to the ground before his surprised scream came out.
Sherlock put away his shuriken, bent down to pick up the bottle of health-restoring potion that fell on the ground, and began to think deeply.
Why did the blood-recovering potion also appear? He obviously took the mana-returning potion. Could it be said that his choice of what type of potion was a random event?
If this is the case, there are too many possibilities.
This should be a good thing, Sherlock comforted himself, but he didn't know why he couldn't be happy. He had been feeling uneasy ever since he set foot on this island, or approached this island.
In the next half hour, he encountered five waves of eight monsters disguised as them. Due to various random variables, he easily found their flaws.
At the same time, he finally found the reason why he couldn't be happy. The frequency of these monsters was too high. He was able to encounter eight in such a large maze in a short period of time. Their number was definitely not what he had guessed before.
Then there are only five teams.
It's not that he's afraid that there are too many monsters that he can't defeat, but if the base number is large enough, no matter how many random variables there are, the exact same situation will always occur.
For example, when he returned to the scene not far away, the other party was obviously aware of the above two problems, so even if all the known variables of the two people were correct, they still did not dare to confirm each other's identity.
"Sherlock, why don't we each ask a question, and whoever thinks there is a problem can take action. Anyway, the most we can do is lose one level." Hui Feng thought of a way.
"No problem, I'll ask first." The right to move first is very important at this time. He immediately asked: "Which side did we choose when we encountered the first fork in the road?"
According to previous encounters, this can be considered a variable.
"On the right!" After Hui Feng finished speaking, he became fully alert. Seeing that the other party had not taken action, he asked his own question: "Who was the second person who ran out of the thick fog at that time?"
"Yes..." Sherlock said in a long voice as if he was thinking, but the magic fluctuations in his palms were not hidden from the other person.
Hui Feng is a purely auxiliary priest. He has no chance of winning in a fight, let alone running. He directly gave up the resistance and said: "Sure enough, I am old and my brain is not working well, so I would ask this question."
This question may seem harmless, but it has revealed a very important piece of information.
Because they did not discuss this issue afterwards, the people who ran out later would not know the order in which the first few people ran out, and even if they knew the answer now, they would not be able to tell whether it was true or false.
Therefore, this return wind must be one of the first two people to run out. It is different from what Sherlock experienced. Naturally, there is no need to continue answering and asking questions.
"Actually, you shouldn't have come to check the authenticity with me."
Identity checking is actually a very dangerous thing, especially for people like Hui Feng who are weak in one-on-one combat. Whether he discovers that the other party is fake or is discovered to be fake by the other party, he will die in the end.
"That's right, it seems I didn't think it through thoroughly." Hui Feng said calmly.
"Goodbye then!"
After Sherlock finished speaking, his waist twisted violently, causing the entire upper body to rotate. The dusk shuriken in his hand took advantage of the situation and flew out to a patch of grass 200 feet away.
