Cheng Shi turned his head to look at Bailing for a bit too long, coupled with the perverted smile on his lips, which caused Bailing to misunderstand for a moment.
She smiled meaningfully and winked at Cheng Shi, thinking she had met someone of the same kind.
However, the moment her Sensory Hunt activated, she found that the emotions on the other side had no trace of desire, as clean as a blank sheet of paper, making it impossible to even mark him.
Her smile remained unchanged, but she inwardly labeled Cheng Shi:
Eunuch or gay.
Cheng Shi naturally didn't know any of this. He realized his rudeness and withdrew his gaze.
This round is interesting.
Three men, three women; three Singers, three non-Singers; three with glasses, three without glasses.
It's really symmetrical.
However, to be fair, the Singer profession leans towards support, and there are indeed many freeloaders in it.
The strong ones are genuinely strong, first-class support, everyone who has used them says they are good.
The weak ones are genuinely weak, pure freeloaders.
Unlike healers, who can at least heal a little even with poor talent, the Singer's professional skills are weaker, and their ability depends entirely on talent.
If their talent is poor, the buff they provide is simply maddening.
To give an inappropriate example: In the battlefield torrent where killing people is like cutting grass, our Singer sings a song and gives our soldiers a 'hearty appetite' buff.
You say it's a buff, and it is indeed a buff.
You say it's useful, but what use is it? Gnaw on the enemy a bit more?
It's completely useless.
But looking at the current situation, at least this big-waved English Teacher seems reliable.
"I didn't find an opposing Faith, so to improve efficiency, I'll lay my cards on the table."
Fang Shiqing smiled and took out a book, placing it on the table.
"Peering into Essence, Walking towards Truth, I am His believer."
The Singer of Truth, Bo Wen Poet.
An awesome profession that can compile skill books into pages and use them anytime.
A Ming's eyes widened as he looked at her, then turned to look at the chaos uncle, his expression tightening.
"Are you sure He doesn't believe in foolishness?"
Fang Shiqing first smiled and nodded, then said quite seriously:
"The situation might be a bit complicated, but I believe everyone should have a sense of cooperation. In the memory maze, the more people there are, the higher the efficiency, isn't that right?"
"Sister said it so well. I guess I don't need to introduce myself either. The way you're thinking in your minds is me."
Bailing smiled and echoed, then drained the last drop of wine from the bottle.
"Let's start quickly, while my desire isn't so strong, I can still help you all out."
Seeing a 2000-point Singer take control of the rhythm, Cheng Shi honestly became a freeloader.
The goal of the memory maze is often to break through the intertwined memories, find the final memory's owner, and leave the maze through "It."
In layman's terms, it's determining which layer of memory you are on, then breaking through layer by layer to converge the ending.
Even simpler: finding the exit in Inception.
Everyone knew that this layer they were on was definitely not the final puzzle, so they all prepared to carry out their respective Edicts and then look for clues.
Xu Lu on the opposite side saw Cheng Shi lowering his head and not speaking, and his teammates starting to get up, and suddenly interjected:
"I... I have a clue."
Fang Shiqing raised an eyebrow, and instead looked at Cheng Shi with a playful expression.
She seemed to have a kind of magic that could judge the relationship between people. She saw that there was a subtle connection between the two.
"What clue?"
"The believer of existence didn't say they had a clue, but the believer of nothingness has a clue first. Are you... a Prophet?"
"Hiss— My head hurts."
Xu Lu pursed her lips, nodded hesitantly, and said:
"Yes, I am a Prophet. I saw a certain scene that will happen today. This might be very helpful for us to find clues, after all, we only have 12 hours."
A Prophet can foresee the near future by rolling the dice of fate, but can only see one of the countless threads of destiny in the future, and there is even a possibility of failure.
destiny is always changing, and no one can be sure whether the foreseen future will arrive.
But this does not prevent it from being a guide.
A Ming blinked: "When did you complete the Edict? Just now?"
The Edict of destiny is divination, which is rolling the "dice of fate" in their hand.
But the result of this divination is very obscure, and players often only connect the divination points to the ending when the Trial is over.
When Xu Lu just woke up, she quietly rolled the dice of fate on her thigh and got a point of 5. She was a little afraid that this number indicated the number of people who would survive in the end, so she had to find a way to ensure her own safety.
Although the existence player on the opposite side might not be an opposing Faith, although a Priest's damage ability is not high, although He has fewer points than her...
But she didn't want to take risks.
"Yes, I don't have many points and I'm not smart. I need to team up with someone to explore so I don't drag them down..."
This was clearly setting conditions. Cheng Shi smiled and didn't speak, Bailing rolled her eyes, and Huang Bo was still scratching his head.
It was A Ming who was warm-hearted and gave her an opening, continuing the conversation: "Then you..."
Xu Lu didn't speak, looking at Fang Shiqing.
This thigh is very thick, everyone could see that.
Fang Shiqing smiled and did not refuse.
Xu Lu breathed a sigh of relief and continued to interject:
"There are two prophecies. Yesterday I saw someone die today, and the points rolled were 9. Just now, I saw a woman's hand with a ring raising a teacup, and the points rolled were 4."
"Your ladder score is 1600, so your dice of fate probably only has 10 sides?"
Xu Lu nodded.
"Is the person who died male or female?"
Xu Lu shook her head with a grim expression and said: "The indication of destiny is not clear, I only saw someone lying in a pool of blood..."
The higher the points, the higher the possibility of it happening, which means it is very likely that someone will die today.
Everyone's expressions clearly darkened because of this prophecy, especially A Ming, who looked at Huang Bo on the opposite side with some panic.
As for the woman...
Cheng Shi looked around and found that besides their table, there didn't seem to be many women in this bar.
Even if there were, there didn't seem to be any teacups on the bar tables.
Perhaps, this scene corresponds to a certain layer of memory that will come next.
"Time is tight, don't guess randomly. The main focus is investigation. Let's each perform our Edict first. Whether or not there are clues, gather in 1 hour. Let's calibrate the Time now. You should all have watches, right?"
Fang Shiqing rolled up her sleeve, revealing an exquisite ladies' wristwatch on her wrist, and continued:
"I noticed the sunset outside the window just fell below the horizon. According to previous memory mazes, there will be 10-15 minutes of preparation Time. Excluding this part of the Time, we will anchor this moment as 12:00, countdown. Any problems?"
Seeing the others starting to calibrate their Time, Fang Shiqing neatly put away her watch and began to prepare for the Edict of Truth.
But just then, Cheng Shi smiled and took out six pocket watches, smiling as He distributed them to everyone.
Watching Xu Lu's eyes widen, He said meaningfully:
"If everyone doesn't mind, it's better to use my pocket watches.
I have already anchored the Time. 12:00 was the moment we entered the Trial, and I have calibrated all the pocket watches. This watch will chime 5 minutes, 3 minutes, and 1 minute before the hour. Please pay attention to maintaining your state..."
This whole speech was copied directly from Cao San Sui's statement. This wasn't because Cheng Shi had nothing else to say, but because the Time that Cheng Shi is currently "believing" in was also stolen from Him.
Since He even stole the Faith, it's not too much to steal one more speech, right?
memory returned to the last Trial. In the Wood Elf treehouse where everyone was knocked down, Cheng Shi grinned and felt through everyone's pockets, taking out their pocket watches, winding the Time strings, and making each watch turn back exactly one hour.
Then, to be safe, He alone stayed outside, his nerves taut, until everyone woke up one after another, then pretended to wake up at the same Time, and shared "sleep experiences" with everyone.
In this way, He fooled everyone.
And also fooled the Time Battlefield.
Because the Time Battlefield indeed started at an exact hour and ended at an exact hour.
It's just that this exact hour was one hour earlier than the Time Walkers thought.
So...
Today's Cheng Shi is a believer of Time, the Forgotten Doctor.