"Captain, Captain will win," Hughes's voice has weakened, and he seems to have begun to waver, doubting his own words, "As long as they get the prop you bet on before the end, we can win...

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"Oh?" Wen Jianyan asked with a smile, "Are you sure?"

Hughes said nothing.

"Or..." Wen Jianyan drawled his voice, "Are you sure you can survive until that time?"

Hughes opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He seemed a little dazed.

To be precise, all people who have been guided by Wen Jianyan in this way will show the same trance expression, as if their souls have been captured by some invisible existence, their souls have been attracted, and they have been misled by the sweet words from the siren.

He stumbled towards the dark sea.

Several other people in the team showed expressions of pity.

Wen Jianyan smiled and patted his cheek with her palm: "That's right."

He stood up and turned to look at the others: "I have a plan."

Everyone was in high spirits.

Yun Bilan crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow: "Oh? What?"

Wen Jianyan looked around the room, his eyes stayed on Huang Mao for a moment, and said:

"Huang Mao, call the captains of the other two red teams."

In the transaction with the gentleman just now, Wen Jianyan emphasized that "everyone" should be released, which naturally included the captains of the two teams on the red side.

Huang Mao nodded, turned around and walked out the door.

Looking at the remaining people, Wen Jianyan took a deep breath and said as if he had made up his mind: "Next, I need help from all of you, can you?"

"..."

The others looked at each other.

Yun Bilan didn't speak, but the expression on her face softened significantly, and she even had some smile lines.

Chen Mo also gave a rare smile:

"Of course, I'm afraid you won't mention it."

The time before the banquet passed quickly.

When the pointer reached one point, there was a knock on the door.

The well-dressed hotel manager appeared outside the door, with the same stiff and weird smile on his face, looking at everyone in front of him with his black eye sockets.

This time, there was no lantern in his hand:

"Are you all ready?"

According to the information in the employee handbook, everyone is fully dressed.

He was wearing a neat black suit, and a pale mask with blurred facial features on his face.

"Come with me."

The hotel manager said with a smile.

Wen Jianyan followed him and took steps.

His gaze fell on the mirror nearby.

Wu Zhu stood there and stared at him, his golden eyes cold and brilliant.

He stepped forward, followed, and grabbed Wen Jianyan's hand.

...What a pity.

Wen Jianyan lowered his eyes under the mask and thought quietly.

When I was in the bathroom before, I should have questioned this guy properly.

According to Wu Zhu's previous answer in [Box Garden], as long as the "anchor", that is, himself is there, he will gradually move closer to the main body.

This may explain why the fragments of Wu Zhu are so "intimate" to him.

Although Wen Jianyan is not sure how long he has been sleeping in Wu Zhu's dark space, but according to this logic, even if the current Wu Zhu is broken into pieces again, compared with the previous one,

The one in "Hakoniya" is even more incomplete.

However, even so, the other party's memory should be complete now.

About blades, about killing, about more and colder memories besides closeness and desire.

The previous Wu Zhu's intelligence and memory were incomplete, and he was driven by instinct to kiss and cling to him. Wen Jianyan could understand it, and allowed the other party to do this with ulterior motives.

However, I don't know why, even though the memory has tended to become ontological, this "Witch Candle" still maintained the status quo. Not only did he not make any extraordinary behavior, he did not even try to rescue his own body from the Ouroboros.

Wen Jianyan couldn't think of any other explanation other than pretending to be stupid.

Unfortunately, when we were in the bathroom before, Wen Jianyan was so disturbed by Huang Mao's words that she actually forgot to expose him.

The hand wearing the Ouroboros ring was wrapped by the other person's cold, wide palm and pulled into it.

"..."

Wen Jianyan paused, but finally did not break away, allowing the other party to insert his fingers into his own and interlock with his.

Well, since Wu Zhu wants to pretend, let's continue pretending.

In the dim corridor, Wen Jianyan narrowed his eyes slightly as he walked forward.

Anyway, this copy will end after the banquet.
Chapter completed!