The third level of consciousness looks like a hall, but it is by no means empty.
When Zhu Weixin and the others realized, the lights in the hall turned on in an instant, and the empty place became full of people.
It turned out to be a casino.
Come on, this guy really has no shortage of food, drink, prostitution and gambling.
Zhu Weixin and the others can see red-faced gamblers around every table here, holding chips in their hands, betting frantically, and either excited or crazy for the result, in short, no one is normal. of.
Then in the next moment, Zhu Weixin and Lu Xiuci suddenly appeared in a VIP room out of thin air.
At the other end of the gaming table in the room, the target person has been sitting there as if waiting for a long time.
Zhu Weixin has observed the target person in the elevator. According to the guy's exaggerated and impetuous body language, as well as the superficial and slow observation and reaction, if this kind of person really has any achievements at the gambling table, there will be ghosts.
Zhu Weixin has seen real gambling masters. No matter how inconspicuous they seem, there is always a quality that people cannot ignore. Obviously, the target person does not have it.
However, here is his consciousness, everything is shaped by him, even if it is a waste, as long as it is properly conceived, it can still be an absolutely advantageous dealer.
Zhu Weixin sat across from the gaming table and smiled: "What are you playing?"
The man slapped a revolver on the table, ejected the magazine, and poured out all the bullets inside.
Then pick up one of them, put it back in again, and turn the magazine.
Zhu Weixin understands that the other party wants to play Russian roulette.
A magazine of six bullets, the only bullet lying in a random nest, both players take turns shooting at their own brains, whoever shoots that bullet will lose.
Once you lose the gamble, you lose your life.
This is already the third layer, and the damage caused by the consciousness mirror is almost equal to reality.
As the master of consciousness, if the opponent loses, it may not be a problem, but Zhu Weixin took such a shot in the head, and it would be impossible for a god to save him.
But obviously there is no room for them to choose in this game, because the opponent has already pointed the gun at his temple and pulled the trigger.
"Click!" The voice from the opposite side showed that this hair was an empty clip.
There was a smile on the other side's face, and then he put the pistol on the table and drew it towards Zhu Weixin.
Zhu Weixin reached out to catch it, weighed the weight of the pistol with his hand, and then looked at the other party.
The other side was expressionless, but Zhu Weixin just felt a slight tension.
He held the pistol in his hand, and instead of aiming at his head in a hurry, he gestured to dismantle the magazine.
The air in the whole room seemed to condense for a moment, but the next second Zhu Weixin stopped the thought.
Instead, he smiled confidently: "Forget it, no one can do anything under my nose."
He held the pistol again, and aimed the muzzle at his chin from bottom to top. If he fired from this angle, the direction of the outer ballistic would be from the chin directly through the top of the head.
Then Zhu Weixin pulled the trigger, and a gunshot sounded, as if a blood flower exploded on the top of Zhu Weixin's head. A corpse that lost its voice.
"Hahaha... idiot!" The person on the other side laughed proudly: "I am the creator here, who told you that the logic of reality applies here?"
"Do you really think I'm going to gamble your life with you fairly? It really stuns you with such a decent stance hahahaha..."
"I have an empty clip whenever I want, and a bullet whenever I want."
"You know, except for the one I fired, none of the five bullets left are still in the gun. As long as I want, they can disappear and appear and change positions at any time."
I don't know where this person has such a strong commentary. He can talk about a 'corpse' for so long. It is estimated that the reality is that there is no such cool thing to give him energy, and he will get carried away in his own conscious world.
But suddenly, the target's sharp, smug laughter came to an abrupt end.
Because he saw Tuoli fall back to the back of the chair and lift his head up. Zhu Weixin, who should have been staring at the ceiling, slowly raised his head.
His body also regained its support, and without the look of a disengaged corpse, he looked at the target person in a strange way—
"Aiya~~, this game is too exciting and tense, I plan to slow down the pace after each game, I didn't expect to hear so many incredible rules in just a few seconds?"
"You don't do very well as a bookmaker. Even if you make thousands, how can you say it the fastest? Is it really okay? Have you ever opened a real casino? Is your casino okay?"
The face of the target person was extremely ugly, but he really drove it.
However, with his ability, he must not be able to make a big deal, so he has secretly opened an underground casino several times, and every night two or three tables of old gamblers and small gangsters.
It's really because of his poor management, lack of cleverness, and lack of keen sense of smell. Originally, the position of winning on a firm footing was to open once and crash once, and suffer heavy losses.
The target person does not believe: "How are you still alive? How is it possible? What tricks have you played?"
"People who are out of a thousand actually question what tricks other people are playing?" Zhu Weixin was amused: "Why are others so embarrassed and angry when they didn't fall for you?"
"This is the first time I've seen this shameless theory, and it's really amazing."
As he said that, he put the pistol on the table and sneered: "You are good at developing your potential, but unfortunately you are an idiot. There is no transparency at all, and the fraud is so obvious."
"What's the weight of a five-shot pistol versus a one-shot? Does that even matter?"
In fact, you can't blame the other party entirely. The target character is also a low-level gangster. Where have you seen the real scene
With his shallow common sense, can anyone easily perceive such a subtle weight difference
But in Zhu Weixin's view, since he has received money from others to become a vault of consciousness, he should constantly improve his logic and make it more meticulous and beneficial under the rules that are beneficial to him.
That is to say, there are three threats of gold players. If it is just this guy, there is no way to find players to defend anything decently.
He stared at the target person with a sly smile on his face: "According to the rules of the casino, thousands of people will be arrested, but their fingers will be chopped off."
A trace of fear flashed on the target's face, but Yu suddenly remembered that this was his own place. Who can press his finger on the table with the knife at him
Thinking like this, he restrained the embarrassment on his face, but I don't know if something similar happened in reality that he remembered deeply. In short, being mentioned by Zhu Weixin made him quite uneasy. .
Zhu Weixin didn't pursue this issue too much. He pushed the pistol towards the target person, and the pistol slipped to the opponent's hand.
"It's your turn." Zhu Weixin said.
It is estimated that the target person did not expect this, and the other party still wants to play with him.
He clearly knew whether there were bullets in the magazine, and it was up to him to decide where the bullets appeared.
No, this kid also used the evil way to get a shot in the head and not die. Those few people were right, this time the consciousness thief was different from usual.
I can't understand it with common sense, maybe that kid is digging a hole and waiting for him to jump.
But the game that has already started cannot be stopped. Thinking of the dominance of consciousness, the target character is a little relieved.
He picked up the pistol, aimed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger.
"Click!"
The target person breathed a sigh of relief, confirming that the other party couldn't play tricks on his control, and gave Zhu Weixin a smug smile.
At the same time, the pistol was pushed over.
Zhu Weixin picked up the pistol, and the weight displayed was obviously full. He didn't care, and aimed at the position just now.
After a gunshot, this time he didn't even load it, and just pushed the pistol back as if nothing happened.
This time, the target person was attentively trying to see how Zhu Weixin was playing tricks.
If it weren't for the undeniable sound of the gunshot, he would suspect that the other party just made a move, and then the pistol returned to him, and it was his turn to continue.
The target picked up the pistol, thinking about it until it was pointed at his temple.
Then pull the trigger—
"Crack!" It's not a business of mechanical air, nor the sound of a pistol shot by bullets, but the sound of a human head exploding and blood splashing.
Disbelief remained in the eyes of the dead target.
Why? How did he do it? How do you put something in a pistol that only you can control
The surrounding environment collapses, and the third layer—and the one closest to reality—collapses.
Lu Xiuci had been standing next to Zhu Weixin, and he knew clearly that he had made a hole in his lower jaw and the top of his head.
This guy's zipper ability, not to mention Zhu Yang, Lu Xiuci also thinks that it is quite easy to use many times.
He had already opened a hole in his head, and naturally no amount of bullets could only pass through and cause no actual damage to him.
And repeatedly shaking the opponent's will and attracting the other party's attention is to make the other party neglect at the moment of shooting.
It doesn't need much, as long as the mental strength is not too concentrated.
Zhu Weixin couldn't directly use his consciousness to determine whether there were bullets in the pistol, just like a hypnotist couldn't hypnotize a patient directly to make a suicide order.
This is the opponent's home court. No matter how strong Zhu Weixin's mental strength is, he must obey the rules of the opponent's priority.
So what if instead of bullets, something else
Everything else doesn't sound like much of a lethality, and it conjures up images of things that aren't associated with danger.
For example, 'ice', on the premise that the opponent's consciousness is not fully settled, he can pass the test a little bit.
Obviously, the other party was full of doubts about why Zhu Weixin was still alive after being shot twice in a row. In his consciousness, the intruder could not be fatally wounded but still alive and kicking.
This hits the target's confidence and casts doubt on his own defense mechanism. Once consciousness is shaken, everything else is easy.
When they came to the fourth floor, before they could stand firm, Zhu Weixin and Lu Xiuci were attacked frantically.
In this layer, it corresponds to the power desire of the target person.
Because Zhu Weixin saw that the guy turned into a gang boss, and the moment he saw him, he ordered countless younger brothers to kill him.
It is estimated that this guy also understands that he cannot support the wall in reality, so the desire for power is hidden in a deeper level of consciousness, which is much less obvious than the obvious appetite and lust.
But looking at the other party's appearance, it seems that they still retain the anger of being trapped on the third floor. This time, they didn't give them time to reflect.
Obviously, starting from this layer, it is not the same level of danger as before.
Zhu Weixin finally realized that the scene of thousands of troops can be instantly transformed into his consciousness.
They escaped from the hall at the beginning, and then they saw that the whole city was full of people, wearing black suits and sunglasses, very flamboyant.
These people are all armed with weapons. It seems that the target person is not as unprofessional as Zhu Weixin thought. At least the types of weapons are amazing even for him. It can be seen that he has done his homework.
There was no escape from the dense rain of bullets. Turning out of an intersection, a cement tanker roared past.
Just dodging the cement tanker, before standing firm, there was a falling object, and countless steel bars poured down.
While Zhu Weixin adjusted his vigilance to maximum avoidance, he was only glad that Brother Lu didn't need to take care of himself.
Sure enough, once in a while, he glanced back, and he directly used his body to speak nothing, any physical attack passed through him, and the old god was watching him, just like watching a play.
Zhu Weixin choked and was almost hit by a cannonball dropped from the air. He jumped out of the affected area and was surrounded by hundreds of men in black.
However, it was only after setting up to deal with these men in black with guns and guns that a plane crashed straight into the air.
This link is linked, and the disaster that makes people overwhelmed is simply more excessive than the death of the gods.
Zhu Weixin realized that no matter how much he fought outside, there was no end to it, and he was just wasting his energy.
So the bursts moved instantaneously, trying to find the target person. Looking at the current situation on this floor, it seems that there is no accident outside, so that is to kill the target person and then go there.
It's just that the target person is not stupid, and naturally he won't wait for him to kill.
In such a big city, he can go anywhere at any time.
It's just that Zhu Weixin is not a vegetarian either. He took out one thing, that is, the blood and brain flowers that the opponent splattered after killing the target character on the upper floor.
Zhu Weixin collected some quickly when he left, just to facilitate the tracking of the following layers.
He took out the little friend Zhang Cuihua and put the handkerchief stained with blood and brain flowers into her mouth.
Child Zhang Cuihua originally wanted to protest when she saw that her master gave her something strange to eat, but she tasted her favorite taste of blood and human flesh.
And the smell of her favorite brain flower, unfortunately only a little.
Child Zhang Cuihua was not at all addicted to eating, and his mouth was wide open, revealing his fangs: "Ah!!! It's not enough, it's not enough, I still want to eat it."
Zhu Weixin smiled: "No problem, it's in this city, but it's up to you whether you can eat it or not."
Little Zhang Cuihua gave out a series of giggles and weird smiles: "You said that."
She grabbed a man in black who came sneaking in, and bit off the other's head with a big mouth.
Chew it twice and then spit it out with a 'bah': "It doesn't smell, so these black clothes have no taste."
Then he smiled: "I know who has a taste."
Saying that, she stretched out the chubby and cute palm of the little fleshy, and counted with her fingers: "Big brother has taste, elder brother-in-law has taste, and there are two people who have taste, one of them is on the handkerchief Hehehe~~~ "
When it comes to the end, the children's smiles are hideous and gloomy.
Zhu Weixin was not surprised to hear that besides them, there were two other people's consciousnesses.
These men in black are the imaginary army of the target characters, not real living consciousness. They are naturally like chewing a lump of air in Zhang Cuihua's mouth.
The existence of the consciousness of the target person must be counted as one, so the other one is probably one of the three gold-fishing players.
The death of the upper tier should have given the target a great shake of consciousness, and fear and self-doubt would have taken a toll on their home-field advantage.
In order not to affect the next few layers, in this layer, Zhu Weixin must not make a major blow to the target character.
Otherwise their advantage may be lost.
Of course, it is not ruled out that other people are hiding here and want to pick up leaks. In short, in this case, Zhu Weixin, who is hidden in the dark, is directly judged as an enemy.
"Then let's start." Zhu Weixin said.
Zhang Cuihua jumped into the air excitedly: "Eat meat!!!!"
The little children scurried faster than Er Ha who heard the meal.
Before entering the dungeon, Zhang Cuihua was repaired by Zhu Weixin, because she could not hold back in the real world and almost eat human flesh.
However, the children are very forgetful, and they have one thing to say. Although Zhu Weixin dislikes this product in various ways, the tacit understanding between the master and the servant is still very good.
Zhang Cuihua was flying in front of her, and she didn't worry about anything hitting her. Zhu Weixin followed her one step away to help her clear the way and make a sneak attack, so that she could move forward without hindrance.
After Lu Xiu who followed him, he had to say that this kid has come all the way, and he is fighting against the brutal gold players, and the customs clearance style has become mature.
Excellent indeed, just like his sister.
Zhang Cuihua flew all the way to a building and pointed inside: "It's inside—"
Without saying a word, I saw the building explode with a bang.
It turned out that Zhu Weixin controlled a cannonball that was about to fall in front of them, and used the teleport ability to directly move the cannonball into the building.
Child Zhang Cuihua looked heartbroken: "Big brother, what are you doing??? My flesh, my flesh~~~"
There were tears all over his face as he said that.
Zhu Weixin said: "It's not good for a child to eat raw, it tastes better when roasted. If you smell it, is the meat still there?"
Sure enough, the tip of the child's nose twitched and he sniffed it, clapped his palms and rushed forward, but Zhu Weixin didn't stop him.
But in the next second, Zhang Cuihua's body was smashed out, and the fact taught her that children should not be too greedy.
Zhu Weixin picked her up, stood in the air and patted the ashes on her big flower jacket, and coaxed: "Look, I said that if you don't see delicious food, the eight cows won't be able to pull it back."
"Children need adults to agree to eat, do you know? Do you encounter bad people? Do you want to be bullied? Wouldn't this be a disadvantage?"
Little Zhang Cuihua cried loudly: "Meat, I want to eat meat!!"
Lu Xiuji's mouth twitched when he heard the conversation between the two. It's a good thing that this kid can coax the kid who eats human flesh as a child, which is like his sister.
At this moment, a figure flew out of the building, and it was one of the three gold-fishing players that I saw in the elevator before.
As soon as the man came out, seeing the faces of Zhu Weixin and Lu Xiujie, he showed a grin—
"Yo! It turned out to be you two little white faces, but we underestimate people, disrespectful and disrespectful."
"That's not true, it's actually just blind." Zhu Weixin smiled and said, "Brother's appearance and temperament can still be ignored when you are standing in front of you. You can't blame others, right?"
Then he said: "I guess you are the weakest of the three, right?"
Zhu Weixin smiled, an Edman alloy long knife appeared in his hand, and rushed towards the opponent: "Otherwise, he would not be pushed to the fourth floor to save the field."
"Because the fifth and sixth floors are foolproof, we can no longer let the main body of consciousness be mentally shaken at this layer."
"You talk too much." The other party popped out a pair of animal claws, and the nails were also extremely sharp in metal.
Zhu Weixin didn't pay attention to it, but he still looked like he was able to kill himself without paying for it—
"But in this case, why didn't they just go down and stick to the fifth or sixth floor? If you kill me on this floor, the reward will be yours. As a player who pays attention to interests, what are they doing?"
"Obviously don't do it, but still only let you down, why? Because they don't think you can stop me and stop any invading players."
"Do you know how useless you are in the eyes of those two? Strictly speaking, your strength has been enhanced here, while I have been weakened."
"Shut up, bastard!" You know your own business, and the group of gold-fishing players follows the law of the jungle—
Of course, this rule applies to all players, but the group of gold players is more straightforward and cruel.
This player naturally knew that in front of the two of them, his own strength was inferior and deserved to be called.
But is this something to be content with? Being yelled out by a small white face, this made the other party angry.
But the gap in strength is the gap. The main body of consciousness on the upper layer has been severely impacted, and the blessings that this layer can give to friendly forces are also limited.
What's more, Zhu Weixin shouted to Zhang Cuihua, "Cuihua, let's have dinner."
Zhang Cuihua screamed excitedly, and her small body rushed in like a cannonball.
The wall was directly smashed by her, and the hail of bullets could not hinder her pace. The target person in front of the floor-to-ceiling window looked at such a strange-looking ghost doll with an unusual head and body, and immediately urinated.
He quickly imagined a protective shield to protect himself, but unexpectedly, the ghost doll gnawed a gap in the protective shield just like eating an egg.
She laughed sharply: "Uncle, your protective shield is too bad. Any one I've eaten is harder than this."
This is a fact. Zhu Weixin often asks her to analyze messy things. She has analyzed many of the principles of energy shields from different technological backgrounds.
Naturally, he doesn't pay attention to the things conceived by such a limited imagination guy.
"Ah!!! Ah!!!!" There was a scream from the building, and the theme of consciousness that was too busy couldn't create any more convenience for the gold players.
Zhu Weixin raised his knife at a tricky angle and slashed the gold-fishing player seriously.
He wanted to escape, but he had no choice. If he evacuated at the beginning, he might still have a chance.
Zhu Weixin moved to his back in an instant, slashed across with a knife, and the gold-fishing player was cut in half.
In the real box, the body of one of the gold-hunting players leaked blood from the seven orifices, and then lost his life.