Chapter 17 Young Trialists
On the third night, Wei Miao slipped into 713 and watched a big play alone, then slept lightly in 713 and woke up around six o'clock.
Wei Miao has a mysterious control over her biological clock. Check the time before going to bed, mentally estimate the time to wake up, and recite it several times subconsciously, which is equivalent to brainwashing. The next day she wakes up at the time she sets, within ten minutes.
She inserted the 713 room card back into place, quietly walked down the stairs to the third floor, and returned to her room.
The corridor at six o'clock is leaking golden sunshine, and the early morning breath is clean and beautiful.
Room 306 has no curtains. Because the hotel faces south, it has plenty of light. Looking down from the balcony glass, you can see the parking lot in front of the hotel.
Wei Miao looked outside out of habit and suddenly discovered that there was a black car in the parking lot that she had never seen before.
Because of the special nature of the hotel, no ordinary people will come here. So who is in this car?
Wei Miao stopped and waited. A few seconds later, three people came out of the car. Due to the distance, they could only be seen to be one female and two males.
"Is there a new person? A new death row inmate?" Wei Miao looked at them and guessed in her heart.
They walked straight to the hotel. But soon, Wei Miao overturned her guess. These people didn't look like they were here to participate in a game.
Because they don’t have collars around their necks!
"New variables." Wei Miao watched them disappear from sight with interest, and closed the curtains, returning the room to darkness.
She needs a good rest, last night was really exciting.
When she was woken up again, it was already seven o'clock.
Bude stood at the door of her room and said concisely: "Someone new is here."
Wei Miao should be the first person to know, but her acting skills were superb and she showed a surprised expression: "Who is it? ?”
“Just follow me and you’ll find out.” He walked to the other side of the corridor.
Wei Miao followed Bude, not forgetting to tidy up her appearance along the way. Lorraine was a polite gentleman who never met people disheveled.
Turn around the corner, Wei Miao saw the crowd standing at the door of 308. Edith and Anderson stood on one side, vaguely in opposition to the other.
"In this kind of environment, if you still have the leisure to sleep in, should you say that you are arrogant or ignorant?" one of them said as the two of them approached.
This is a young man who looks very difficult to mess with. He has dyed hair that is half blond and half black. He is similar to a member of a gang in society. He has an ordinary face. When he raises the corners of his mouth, he gives people a very ungrateful look. Flat feeling.
Bude’s expression was not good-looking: “As a newcomer who has just arrived here and knows nothing about it, it seems that he is not qualified to tell us old members who have been around for three or four days, right?”
"Hum? You are indeed a fool. You don't know anything until now." The young man sneered.
This person either has something wrong with his brain, or there is something real in his stomach. Wei Miao maintained a gentle appearance and complained coldly in her heart.
"Okay, Tim, just say a few words." A quiet-looking young man next to him tugged at the corner of his clothes. He has a bookish temperament, speaks slowly, and wears ordinary black square-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose.
Anderson felt his fist harden: "Then tell me, what do you know, a bunch of ignorant clowns? What are you here to do?"
This group attack angered people The only woman among the three. She has long splendid golden hair and wears a shiny gemstone headband. Judging from her appearance, she is at least middle class, in her early twenties and slightly immature.
She frowned, but her tone was calm and rational: "Watch your wording. The morals of death row prisoners should not be low enough to casually attack good law-abiding citizens personally."
Anderson is very good at the field of "horse hunter". Since the other party responded to him on this topic, is it not too much for him to let the other party see his ten years of "horse hunting" skills? Fortunately, as soon as Anderson started to raise his head and popped out a bunch of "terminology" that the other party did not understand, Bud pulled him to stop him.
Bude obviously kept a clear mind and did not want to intensify conflicts and antagonize the unknown at this juncture.
Edith looked a little angry, but said nothing.
Wei Miao’s heart is like still water. When facing someone like Tim, as long as he ignores him and looks at him like a clown, he will become angry and stop jumping around.
There are many people like this in the live broadcast room. Paying more attention to them is a waste of life. The same goes for replying to some controversial comments. Ignoring them is the best way to deal with them.
In short, Wei Miao has a wealth of experience. It is a pity that Lorraine's connotation cannot be displayed here.
"Stop arguing." The bookish young man looked weak, but his stance and attitude were unexpectedly tough. He took the initiative to stand up and build a bridge, "We are 'testers', different from you who were forced to come here. "
"We come here voluntarily to accept the trial of the newcomers of the Soul Elimination Society?" Bude said thoughtfully. That is to say, it is a life and death game for us, but it is just a test."
The young man said: "Yes, as long as we can get enough information, we can pass the trial. Solve the incident directly and even have a chance to get the magic item. ”
"We also heard about your information before we came here. You are all death row prisoners who came to survive, and you had to explore the hotel in order to get the magnetic card. But I believe you have guessed that in order to get the magnetic card, you have to deal with the supernatural. . In other words, our goals are actually the same. We have a good basis for cooperation."
"Speaking of which, let me introduce myself formally. My name is Zando Helian. I am just an ordinary person. I was accidentally involved in a supernatural incident, and I was lucky enough to survive. However, all my relatives were killed in the disaster, so I wanted to join the Spirit Exorcist Society and personally resist those supernatural disasters."
"Me. The person next to him is Tim Theodore. He graduated from the famous Ghost Removal Academy Mikatos. As an outstanding graduate, he came to Kanshe City for an internship at the Ghost Removal Club. This trial can also be said to be his internship assessment. . ”
“I didn’t expect Tim to be a graduate of the academy. He is really beyond his appearance.” Wei Miao smiled and said something that seemed to be a compliment, but she emphasized some of the syllables too hard.
Tim stared at her, looking uncomfortable and wanted to say something, but in the end he could only make a "che" sound to show his disdain.
"I'm sorry for interrupting you mid-sentence. Please continue." Wei Miao said friendly to Zanduo.
Zanduo looked at her unexpectedly and said: "The other one is Miss Enel. She has never experienced supernatural beings before, but she stands with us for her ideals."
Next, the death row prisoners also briefly introduced themselves.
Zhu Lingshe not only selected a group of death row prisoners, but also sent testers later. From this point of view, the original conjecture of selecting outstanding talents seems unreliable, but it still makes sense to select cannon fodder.
The role of death row prisoners that Wei Miao can think of is to "find paths."
Explore the path for these trialists and obtain early intelligence. This hotel trial is to cultivate the "cooperation model" in advance.
If in a dangerous supernatural incident, without knowing anything about the intelligence, the death row inmates with outstanding abilities are allowed to risk their lives first to find a safe way, and then the personnel of the Spiritual Society will follow up. From them, Obtaining intelligence there and making more reasonable decisions will undoubtedly reduce one's own battle losses.
As for death row prisoners, they are meant to die, and sacrificing themselves to contribute to social stability is a good destination.
What a reasonable "social division of labor".
(End of this chapter)