Quadruple split.

Chapter 290 Analysis and ROUND THREE
two minutes later
The exhausted Yidong teleported back to the preparation room, gave Mo Tan who was humming a nursery rhyme a hard look, and sighed, "Why are you so happy when you lose the game? I feel so tired that I'm about to lose my hair!"

"Don't make trouble, just the few hairs you have now don't have the capital to lose hair at all."

Mo Tan shook his head solemnly, then got up and walked in front of Yidong and grinned with at least eight teeth: "It's amazing, you still killed me in the end, it seems that you still have potential to be tapped Yes, good, good, very good~"

"Dive into the strength of your third uncle!"

Yidong sat down on the chair with a face full of pain, and said with a wry smile: "I was almost forced to death by you when I had such a big advantage, it's not something to be proud of at all, okay, if I had the same conditions, I would have died See through."

"Oh, the conditions are the same?" Mo Tan sneered, and looked at Yidong with eyes that seemed to be looking at the mentally retarded: "Your premise is too absurd, not to mention that 'same conditions' in the strict sense are almost impossible to exist. , You must know that this world is so interesting because of all kinds of differences, relative fairness, absolute unfairness, mentally ill but rich rich second generation, gifted but impoverished good young people, It is because of these differences that life becomes less boring~”

The corner of Yidong's mouth twitched into a smile: "Can you stop making such low-level allusions, and you are the one who is mentally ill, right? Also, does the word "good young man" have anything to do with you?"

"Yes." Mo Tanspecial nodded as a matter of course, spread his hands and said, "Do you still remember the time when you were almost tricked into helping the poor in Afghanistan?"

Yi Dong immediately began to grind his teeth: "I will never forget it in my whole life."

Mo Tan raised his eyebrows, then asked slowly: "Who saved you in the end?"

Yidong continued to grind his teeth: "You..."

"And do you remember the time when you almost died of food poisoning once?"

"Of course I remember! And more than once, if it weren't for you..."

"If I hadn't given you emergency treatment in time and called an ambulance immediately, would you have been cold?"

"What am I..."

"By the way, there was also that time when you were dragged into the KTV private room by three wolf-like senior girls~"

"How dare you say that there is no behind that incident..."

"Did I rescue you in the end at the risk of being regarded as a gay?"

"Nima..."

"Isn't it?"

"Although you are right, but..."

"That's it." Mo Tan happily interrupted the second half of Yi Dong's sentence, and clapped his hands with a smile: "If I wasn't a good young man, wouldn't you have died a long time ago?"

Idong's head was full of black lines: "Why don't you say that all the incidents I encountered were directly or indirectly related to you?!"

Of course he knew that the above-mentioned incidents were not completely out of control because of Mo Tan, but that was not the "Mo Tan" with his current personality, and it was a coincidence that the perpetrators of those cheating accidents were precisely the current spirit Ink sandalwood in state!

"So, people are not sages, and there is nothing wrong with them~"

Mo Tan nodded calmly, shrugged and said: "Good young people also have a little problem, and occasionally scold the street, right? Tell a lie? ..."

"OK, I know, please shut up!"

Idong put an end to this topic with a face ashamed, and then tilted his neck and complained to Motan: "By the way, your fighting styles in the two games just now were too different. It feels like there are two people who are completely special."

"Is it?"

Mo Tan shook his head noncommittally, and while stuffing the huge heavy crossbow into his luggage, he said: "I always thought that the fighting styles and methods you mentioned were all nonsense @#话虚, those things are actually just all kinds of things. It’s just different habits and preferences. After all, some people like headshots while others prefer to shoot. Since the purpose is to kill the enemy, it is a waste of time to struggle with methods and methods. Of course, some routines do have advantages from an objective point of view. , and then naturally many people will follow suit, and over time it has become what people call 'correctness' and 'common sense', such as mages needing active meditation, warriors needing physical exercise, thieves need to be wretched, although there is some truth in it , but I’ve always disliked things that don’t change~”

"Since you've pulled so much nonsense."

Yidong rolled his eyes, and asked angrily, "Then what do you like?"

"Slender waist and long legs D cup."

"Didn't I ask you this!"

"That's the answer just now~" Mo Tan laughed, and shook his middle finger at Yi Dong: "I like all the ways that can catch the other party off guard, be out of breath, flustered, and have myocardial infarction, and at the same time please myself."

Yidong laughed dryly, and continued to ask: "So you played with me in two consecutively different styles just now, entirely out of your own interest?"

"Not all." Mo Tan, who was in the 'chaotic neutral' personality, curled his lips in a rare way, and shrugged: "Part of the reason is to prepare in advance for killing that girl in the future, although she is much stronger than you, but After all, you are all legal professions."

Yi Dong pondered for a while, and then asked quite seriously: "What chance do you think you have of winning now?"

"Below the minimum standard for me to dare to take risks." Mo Tan waved his hands absently, and suddenly asked with interest: "The last skill you used to bully me is called double ghost knocking on the door? It's quite interesting, Talk to me carefully."

Yidong has always had no reservations about Mo Tan, so he directly sent his skill information to Mo Tan through friend messages, and the layout did not change.

"Psychic medium, it's a bit interesting, it's a bit interesting, it's completely different from the undead spells I've learned in this world..."

Mo Tan quickly read Yidong's news, crossed his legs and analyzed: "So there is a high probability that this skill is not an 'indigenous skill' from the Innocence Continent, but more like it was magically modified from the settings of those ghosts in reality. "

Idong nodded vigorously: "And then what?"

"And your sister, I just guessed a few words at random." Mo Tan yawned, and then said with a chuckle: "You haven't used this skill before, probably because you are afraid that I will be on guard in advance?"

"Yes, after all, those two tablets are too obvious, and I need to concentrate on guiding them for two seconds."

Yidong took out a black tablet from his luggage, weighed it in his hand, and replied helplessly: "It may be possible for others, but if the opponent is you...hehe."

He is too familiar with Mo Tan, aside from the personality of 'absolute neutrality', at least under the other two personalities, it is very, very unrealistic to expect the other party to be negligent. Mo Tan, who is 'lawful and kind', is very careful and has Intuition and observation at the level of ghosts and animals, and Mo Tan is simply a ghost when he is in the "chaos neutral" state. He may step on it knowing that there is a trap in front of him, or use it to trap anyone, so this risk does not matter. No matter what, Idong would not take the risk.

"Right judgment."

Mo Tan lightly praised him, then raised his eyebrows and said: "But I can help you study how to use it to slander people, first of all, you have to know what's inside it..."

So in the next five minutes, Mo Tan narrated in great detail what he had experienced in the ghost gate, which not only made Yidong deeply realize how fashionable this skill is, but also stimulated him a little by the way. His three views.

"You said that you successfully passed the stone path with nine twists and eighteen bends under the premise of losing your five senses!?" Yi Dong was square, and he stared at the calm Mo Tan, staring wide-eyed: "And not even the slightest bit of 'fog of karma'?!"

Mo Tan returned a contemptuous look to the former: "I should have said just now that the five senses are stripped off one after another according to a certain progress. My sense of hearing was stripped off at first, followed by taste, sight and touch in sequence. Smell has always been stripped away. Without being deprived, there should be no fixed rules in theory, and besides vision and touch, the other two senses will have almost no effect even if they are gone. As for the thing that should be 'fog of karma', I definitely haven't come across it. , otherwise the cooldown of your move [Ghost Beast Poison Thunder] cannot be reset, understand?"

"In theory, I understand..."

Ito took two deep breaths on the spot, and finally calmed down a bit: "But how did you do it? According to what you said just now, every fifth of the distance traveled will be stripped of the five senses. One, that is to say, you are completely blind for the last two-fifths of the journey, and for the last one-fifth of the journey, you can not only smell things, but you can't even see if you are 'moving' Sure, right?!"

"That's probably what happened."

Mo Tan nodded casually, and said with some regret: "I originally wanted to experience the feeling of being deprived of all five senses, losing all channels to interact with the outside world, unable to perceive any information, and unable to do anything except thinking. I can't even prove whether I'm thinking, whether I exist, that state is really fascinating... What a pity."

"I see!"

Yi Dong directly ignored Mo Tan's words, and saw him slap his thigh suddenly, pointing at the latter and shouting: "Just like a dog, the reason why you can come out smoothly is very simple, that is to smell your own urine through your sense of smell. Confirm the current location, and then..."

"If it was possible to do this, I would have already enclosed the entire city B as my territory."

Mo Tan didn't seem to be angry at all, but after making some horrible remarks, he said the real reason: "First of all, I wrote down the path within half a minute after it appeared. , including length, width, and every turn, don’t look at me like a mentally retarded person, you can do it if you practice systematically.”

Yi Dong laughed dryly: "I express serious doubts."

"I'm not lying to you. If your sense of direction is worse, I'm afraid you can get twice the result with half the effort." Mo Tan shook his middle finger, and then continued to explain: "Then I consolidated my memory again after I lost my hearing."

Idong remained expressionless: "Oh, and then."

Mo Tan raised his hand to cover his eyes: "It means that I already know how to get out before my vision is deprived."

Yi Dong remained expressionless: "Oh, and then."

"And then I went out."

"Oh, and then what?"

"I said I went out."

"Oh, but... it's gone, right!?" Yi Dong was furious at that time, and he jumped up from the chair angrily: "Do you think about the nutrition in your nonsense just now!? "

Mo Tan sighed, and also stood up: "That is to say, you don't believe that I can move accurately after I can't see anything, let alone that I can still do the same thing after losing my sense of touch, right? ?”

Yi Dongxu raised his eyes and looked at him: "Yes."

"Okay, let me give you an example."

Although Mo Tan with his current personality is by no means a good teacher, he can even be said to be a badass, but occasionally when he is in a good mood, he is still willing to explain some "mentally retarded problems" to Yidong. That's right, so the guy walked to the center of the room, closed his eyes and smiled, "Straight line, five meters."

Then he walked forward five meters, walking very straight, but logically it seemed nothing special, but...

"Wait a moment!"

Yi Dong walked quickly to Mo Tan, and then moved to the position where the latter started just now with a very awkward forward step, and whispered in shock: "It's really exactly five meters! Not too much, not at all! Less! How did you do it?"

Mo Tan gave an 'oh' in surprise, and asked with a smile: "Then how did you make sure?"

"I used to practice calculating distance with steps on a whim..."

"And never grew after that, did they?"

"@#￥%!"

Idong cursed, and then asked again: "So how did you do it?"

"It's okay to tell you." Mo Tan shrugged, and said while operating the character panel: "But you have to fight with me one more time, the last game~"

Yidong turned his head abruptly: "What are you talking about...what the hell are you doing!!!"

That's right, everyone must have guessed it here, Mo Tan has changed his equipment again.

This is a set of black tights that are especially common in the Thieves Guild. It is low-key, plain and inconspicuous, without any special features, but...

"Why do I always have an ominous premonition..."

"So are you going to fight or not? It won't do you any harm to experience a little more combat~ What's more, you have such an excellent training partner as me~"

"Uh, but I..."

"Slippery!"

"Okay, let's hit it, the last one!"

"Oh, by the way, I suggest you turn on the recording function~"

……

a minute later

【You have been defeated】

The cold system notification sounded in Idong's ears, and then he returned to the preparation room where he had left less than two minutes ago in a daze, with a dazed expression on his face.

"What the hell... how did I die?!"

Chapter [-]: The End

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