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"Since we have come here, I think we need to find the reason, because the crisis may come at any time, and we can only find a glimmer of hope if we take the initiative to attack. If we can survive as long as we hide and don't care about anything, then Cooper Has the Ergu Congress disappeared?"

"Whether it is for ourselves or for our family, we all need to try. In addition, although Wen Chengzhi cannot bring us back to the real world by himself, we may be able to rely on the power of this world." Qiancang After taking a look at Qian Jiangyue, he continued to talk to Hawkeye.

"Well, since you are so persistent, in fact, we still have another way. Isn't Wen Chengzhi survived? Maybe we can walk the same way as him." Yingyan said to Qiancang inwardly.

"Well... this is indeed a way." Qiancangyi didn't say much.

Obviously, Wen Chengzhi's way of surviving is not an easy way to do, and even this way can only survive one person, so compared to the way of returning, taking Wen Chengzhi's line is not good for three people.

While the three of them were arguing in Miluo's mind, the arguing in the simple interrogation room did not stop.

Hu De quietly looked at Roland in front of him, the other party's momentum was very strong, but that was all.

It is impossible for him to take his own future for these accidents. The only way now is to handle the matter very beautifully, so beautiful that both the superior and the inferior, the insider and the uninformed, think that this matter should be handled like this.

As for the attitude of some insignificant people, it is actually not very important.

As for the life and death of Miluo, what he cared about was how to confirm the life and death of Miluo, and whether or not Miluo died was nothing but an indifferent matter to him.

"Roland, let me ask you a question. If Miluo is dead and the soul in Miluo's body is someone else, then what you are doing now is to live up to Miluo's expectations. Even if his soul has dissipated, I think It won't be peaceful." Hood glanced at Hawkeye after he said it.

Since stopping the puzzle, Hood felt that Milo, who didn't know the truth or not, was a little too quiet.

"Am I just talking nonsense?" Roland sighed, "Could you please repeat what I just said, Officer Hood?"

At this time, Roland had an expression of "cannot communicate with you" on his face.

Hood took a deep breath, he was a little angry now, he didn't expect the other party to ignore him at all.

Although his position is not too high, he has the right to do some small actions. These small actions will never be caught. Because of this, most people involved in the game will respect him. Of course, there are some people. Wouldn't care about this.

For example, the two who have left...the one in front of you.

"Mr. Roland, I actually have a solution." Beth said softly. After she finished speaking, her eyes kept moving between Hood and Roland. After finding that the expressions of both of them had not changed much, she thought He breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Miluo's situation is unknown now. Whether we want to confirm his identity or rule out his suspicion, we need to communicate with him."

"The problem now is that although Mr. Miluo does not understand us, he has strong logical thinking ability, and judging from the performance of his puzzle just now, he is very patient and willing to communicate with us."

"Maybe we can find someone to teach him some basic knowledge, and after we can communicate, we can ask him about his soul. Then, we will be able to know the answer."

After Beth finished speaking, she looked at the two people who were arguing, very scared in her heart.

After all, her proposal just now was rejected by all parties.

"By the way, you reminded me, can he ask through his soul now?" Roland frowned.

Beth froze for a moment, "It should not work. If you don't understand our language, you can't ask him in a clear range. At most, you can only judge whether his various perceptions are normal..."

"That is to say..." Roland scratched his hair, "Can't he participate in the recent competitions?" At this point, Roland glared at Beth.

"This...According to the regulations, it is indeed the case." Beth said with a polite but awkward smile.

Hood snorted softly.

"Speaking of, this happened to Miluo at the stadium. I think you, as the organizers, will be responsible?" Roland stared at Hood, "If it's not a natural disaster, it must be **. Since it is **, Someone is responsible, and I hope you can take on the responsibilities that you should bear."

"What responsibility?" Hood asked.

In many cases, the amount of responsibility is not important to the person who bears the responsibility. What is important is why one should bear this responsibility, and what will happen to oneself after assuming the responsibility.

"Of course it is to make Miluo a normal person." Roland pointed to Hawkeye who was sitting in a chair silently.

Hood slapped his hand, "Excuse me, how can you be sure that it is not Mr. Miluo who has been swallowed by his second personality? At least an authoritative psychiatric test report must be produced to confirm that he is indeed mentally abnormal because of the relationship between the game. I can make him change back to being upright, regular, human!"

"Do you play this trick with me?" Roland laughed, "Whatever you do, it's a big deal, I will post everything on the intercommunication. As for Miluo, I will take it home. As for this matter, what public opinion will be triggered on the intercommunication. , I don’t know. Besides, Hill seems to not care about the 2 points, but does he actually care about it?"

"Huang Quan's loss to the Apostle is almost a certainty. Even if Huang Quan wins by chance, Hill will not lose so fast or so ugly. More importantly..." Roland was about to continue, but he was caught by Hu. Virtue stopped it.

"Enough~www.ltnovel.com~ Do you think I don't want to solve it?" Hood suppressed his anger, "Miluo's body must have been invaded by the rest of the soul, but who would know that the results of the soul identification are exactly the same! "

"You ask me, who am I asking?" Roland increased his own volume. "Who did Miluo provoke when he ran over to participate in the competition? Why did this happen suddenly? He is such an honest person, and now he has become like this, you guys. Just planned to "it's nothing to do with me" and let it go? Don't you think it was still thousands of years ago?"

"Don't mess around." Hood turned his head and looked out the door.

"Interestingly, the disadvantaged groups want to make up for their losses through formal channels, it is called stubbornness. What are you guys? Are you bullying others?" Roland folded his arms around his chest and turned his head to look at the table.

For a while, the interrogation room fell silent, and no one dared to speak.

At this moment, Hill suddenly broke in from outside the door.

"I thought about it. I remember that after the game, Milo made some noises. Although I don't understand what it means,... it must be a certain language. I firmly believe this!" Hill said as he gasped.