"Oh, by the way, I studied psychology in college and know a little bit of mind reading, so I guess your idea is easy, don't make a big fuss."

What is the relationship between psychology and mind reading?

Feng Heng didn't know, but he was not interested in thinking it out clearly.

"Then how should I trust you?"

Trust, these two words can definitely not be easily given in Feng Heng's dictionary.

Even though he had subconsciously trusted in his heart, he was a model of a stingy heart after all.

So when he experienced this situation, he still had to ask a question for his own sake.

Face, tsk, it's arrogant.

Yu Wan had long expected Feng Heng to come. After thinking for a while, she took out a pistol from her sweatshirt pocket. Under the camera flash, Feng Heng recognized it. It was the one held by the person who had just escaped.

"Here, you were looking for this thing just now. I'll give you this. Do you think you should trust me?"

Feng Heng was a little shocked, and took the pistol from Yu Wan's hand calmly, and compared it with the one in his brain wave warehouse. It was indeed exactly the same. He looked at the description box again, which surprised him even more.

Name: Joseph Black's Pistol

Description: Some old pistols feel a little prone to fire. A magazine contains seven bullets in total, but it seems that they will never be used up, just like a cycle and a curse. The color of the gun body is as dark as an ordinary pistol, with four capital letters of "this" engraved on it, and a line of English translated "this is the truth".

Cracking effect: None

Effect: When the player holds the pistol, the ammunition will be in an infinite state.

Curse: With each shot, the player's mental power will drop by one percent.

[Solution]: Find a special water flow, just put the prop into the water flow and clean it.

This pistol is similar to the description of the pistol you have in your hand, but there are some differences.

For example, the names are Joseph White and the other is Joseph Black.

For example, inscriptions, one is "why" and the other is "this".

For example, a line translated in English is one of "I can't do it" and the other is "this is the fact".

The shapes and models of the two pistols are the same.

But among these small details, the exact opposite.

And these are clues for Feng Heng, which cracks the clues of the second plot.

Although I don’t know what it means now, it’s already very good if these clues are mastered by myself.

If you crack it, let's talk about it later.

The most critical point now is why Yu Wan, obviously in the tomb chamber, had the game items in the hand of the person he was chasing? Why? He couldn't understand this at all.

Countless questions, mixed together, and finally merged into one sentence—

"Where did you get your pistol?"

Facing Feng Heng's expression, Yu Wan looked indifferent, spread her hands and said with a smile.

"Where else can it come from my teammate? I know you're looking for this again, so I used some tricks to let him hand over this thing by himself. How about it? This transaction is not bad, right? Can you trust me now?"

As soon as Yu Wan finished speaking, it seemed as if it had touched some mechanism, Feng Heng suddenly smelled a fresh smell of blood.

Looking at the smell, the camera in his hand couldn't help but shine behind Yu Wan's back.

There was a person lying on the ground.

No, it's no longer a human being. Under the white light, there was still a pool of dark red liquid flowing under the man. This is—

Corpse?

This guy...

Why do this?

The rules have been announced at the beginning of Nineteen. If you backstab your teammates, then the game will not get any profit and may even be eliminated.

And this guy actually wanted to give himself the thing he was looking for in order to make him trust and back-stood his teammates.

What is this guy for?

Just to make yourself trust him?

Feng Heng couldn't believe it, and he couldn't believe it either.

"How is it? I've done this for you. Don't you believe me?"

"You, I, believe it."

Feng Heng wanted to say something but stopped, and thousands of words eventually turned into two words-

believe.

This feeling is really a bit wonderful. The person I just met a few minutes ago was enough to convince myself and become the person I came along later because of the words that person said.

It’s not that he wanted this, but he found that he had no way to believe this guy with unknown origin named Yu Wan.

He knows all his past and all his memories.

But I don’t even know my identity and experience.

It seems that if you want to know your past and to know all the memories about yourself, you must walk with him.

He said he was a colleague, but he also used it.

Feng Heng sighed, using him to learn about his past, and what should he use him?

"Don't think too much, you have nothing to use, at least for me."

I originally wanted to think about it myself, but I didn't expect Yu Wan to say something suddenly again.

Damn it, it's your mother's mind reading technique again! It seems that you will stay away from him if you want something in the future.

Yu Wan glanced at Feng Heng, who was sulking in anger, and her face was filled with a bright smile of unknown intention. After shaking her head with a smile, she put her hand in her pocket and jumped to Feng Heng's side, which was on the side of the wall with pictures.

"What are you doing? Don't get too close to me."

"What's wrong? Let's see what the meaning of this picture is, what are you thinking about?"

Yu Wan smiled and had two dimples, which looked particularly sunny and cute.

If there was a fujokovic by his side, he would definitely think that Yu Wan was the one who suffered, and Feng Heng's indifference turned into attack.

But, in fact, the opposite is true.

"The picture, what's so good about this? Isn't it just a weird ordinary mural with no causes and consequences?"

Feng Heng pursed his lips and looked contemptuous, but his behavior exposed his inner thoughts.

Although he said "What's so good about it?", he still looked up with Yu Wan, and even felt that the light in the tomb was too dark, so he turned on the camera's flash and shone it on.

However, this behavior gave Yu Wan a lot of opinions. He snatched the camera and turned off the flash, then took out two small flashlights from his pocket and threw them to Feng Heng who was looking at him.

"Here, I have a flashlight here, so don't waste the power of the camera."
Chapter completed!