"I'm not very good at hitting, please give me some slack." Fingel typed "80,000".

"I haven't been very lucky lately. I don't have any of the cards I want. Senior brother, just let me go." Nuonuo said politely.

"I'm getting old and can't play cards anymore." The croupier, who was covered in dark brown linen, sighed hoarsely, as if he had died on the beach.

"Hey, hey, what's the smell of green tea on your table? Playing mahjong can be a show of possession, right?" Lu Mingfei glared.

Three people and one dealer gathered around the platform. The platform was extremely old, with a cement floor and green tiles on the corners. The whitewashed walls were peeling off badly, and there were several shocking large characters painted in red - "Fushou".

Ridge Station" with the date next to it, 1977.

There was only one incandescent lamp illuminating the platform, which was covered with cobwebs.

Under the pale light, four people gathered around a mahjong table.

A truly ghostly title scene.

"Speaking of which, what the hell did you pick?" Nono looked around and couldn't help but shrink his neck, "This place is overqualified for shooting ghost movies."

"Nibelungen, Nibelungen, junior sister, you are the first woman in history to play mahjong in the Nibelungen." Fingel pushed the tiles and said with a smile, "Sorry, I'm so stupid!"

Nuonuo also glared and said, "Don't you know how to fight? And what the hell kind of dialect do you have?"

"No, do you believe that I am joking? Junior sister, what a man says in bed or at the mahjong table cannot be taken seriously." Fingel's eyes were deep.

"Huo Huo, that's very well said." The croupier's laughter was deep and hoarse, and combined with its inhuman appearance and nine curved cervical vertebrae, it made people's hair stand on end.

Nuonuo covered her face and said, "Why am I playing mahjong with a sickle queen!"

"It's okay, it's okay. Isn't your fiancé's voice spirit Kamitachi? After all, we are all one family." Fingel comforted, "Speaking of which, junior sister, you should have agreed to Caesar's proposal, right?"

"...Well, I agreed." Nono recalled the night when he met Xia Mi not long ago.

"That's no wonder. People who are successful in love will be disappointed in the casino." Lu Mingfei shrugged and said, "Sister, I need your help with something."

"Help you big-headed guy!" Nuonuo glared at this guy angrily.

I don’t know what happened to this guy. After taking a summer vacation, he became mysterious. Not only did he team up with Fingel and Chu Zihang to protect a pure-blooded dragon, but he also brought her to the Nibelung.

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She originally thought that this guy was going to come here to explain.

But as soon as they got off the train, the croupier sat at the mahjong table and invited them to take a seat. She had already prepared a fighting posture, ready to explode the nine heads of this ugly monster.

Her arms carried her to the mahjong table.

Not only has there been no explanation so far, but he has also asked her for help as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Senior sister Danding." Lu Mingfei was playing mahjong in his hands, "This business has something to do with the boss, and it also has to do with you. Senior sister, you'd better listen."

"Don't you think you should give me an explanation first?" Nono frowned and calmed down.

Does this guy know what a pure-blooded dragon that looks like a dragon king represents?

She was so frustrated before that she didn't report it to the academy immediately for some strange reasons!

"Of course, senior sister, do you believe more in what you see or what you hear?"

"...Of course I believe what I see with my own eyes."

"Then use profiling on me."

Nuonuo was stunned and didn't play the cards in his hand.

What the hell, one or two of them asked me to profile themselves?

Profiling is an act of prying into other people's privacy. You can explore a person's heart through a few clues. No one likes their private domain to be invaded by strangers, even friends and lovers.

"Under normal circumstances, senior sister, you would not be able to profile me, but this time is an exception. To be honest, senior sister, you should have felt it to some extent, right? Your ability has long gone beyond the scope of profiling." Lu Mingfei

He raised his head and said, "The principal said that your ability is super profiling. It is some kind of insight that cannot be explained until now, but this kind of inexplicability only falls within the scope of human cognition."

After a brief silence, Nono whispered: "What do you want to say? You might as well say it directly."

"Things that cannot be explained by science can be explained by other fields." Lu Mingfei explained, "In the dragon world, super-intuition exists. Intuition and insight beyond common sense are essentially derived from the particularity of the soul. Change

In other words, there is something wrong with your soul, senior sister."

"...Soul?" Nono said blankly, "Are you talking about that 21-gram thing?"

At the beginning of the 20th century, someone conducted repeated human experiments. With the participation of volunteers, he detected that each deceased person would lose 21 grams of weight three minutes after death. He finally believed that the human "soul" is a

An extremely small amount of "matter particles" that will dissipate with the death of the human body.

And its weight is twenty-one grams.

The world of dragons is indeed unscientific, but Nono never believes that there is such an illusory thing as the soul, just like no one in Kassel believes that there is real reincarnation and the underworld.

"I can't explain this thing scientifically..." Lu Mingfei suddenly felt a headache, "Just think of it as a 'word spirit', a very special kind of word spirit."

"Is this my speaking spirit?" Chen Motong was stunned. Although her bloodline rating is A-level, she is one of the few mixed-races in the school who has not yet awakened her speaking spirit.

"Yes! You can use this ability to amplify your own insight and intuition in a short period of time, at the cost of consuming mental energy. So every time you overdraw, you will have a splitting headache, and it will take several days to recover." Lu Mingfei was determined.

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"Why... do you know so clearly?" Chen Motong said softly.

Whether it was to conclude that this was her spirit, or to know such a detailed profile of her, it was beyond her ability to understand.

"Because you told me all this personally." Lu Mingfei smiled.

"...I told you personally?" Chen Motong put down the mahjong tiles, covered his head with his hands, and said irritably, "What on earth are you talking about? Stop beating around the bush with me, just say it directly."

"Senior sister, will you believe what I said?" Lu Mingfei said softly, "Let's see it with our own eyes and see what I went through."

Chen Motong was about to say something, but suddenly he was stunned.

The air seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke, the sound of sharp claws rubbing against iron swords was definitely not pleasant, and the roaring bells came from a distant place...

She saw it...

It was a long night that was almost eternity, destined to have no dawn...

The wasteland under the moon and the dark shadow of the church in the distance. Countless humans with torches are running around in the wasteland. The firelight cannot illuminate their faces. Their faces are hidden in the shadows. They chase and drive away the fleeing figures under the moon.

, the moon is incredibly big, half of it sinks below the horizon...

No!

Those holding torches are not human beings!

Their hands have scales that reflect firelight, they are dragons!

She suddenly couldn't see anything and fell into a heart-wrenching darkness.

In the darkness, a pair of golden boys engraved with the scene of the apocalypse slowly opened.

Those eyes reflected fire-like light, filled with pain and despair.

She stood there blankly, seeing countless familiar yet unfamiliar figures in those eyes.

They held their torches high.

Their faces were covered with dust.

They trudged hard.

They faltered.

They roared and fought...

Those figures fell beside her one after another, and the blood gurgled out and dyed the ground under her feet red, but it could not dye the vast sky above her head red.

When they looked back at the last moment of their lives, the familiar yet unfamiliar faces made Chen Motong scream in fear and tremble from the bottom of his soul.

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They are Susie, Lancelot, the vice-chancellor, and Professor Manstein...

There are countless people she knows well!

What on earth is this?! An illusion?! It’s definitely an illusion!

She turned around in panic, trying to find any flaws in this illusion, but she couldn't detect anything wrong. Everything really frightened her.

She falls into a clearer profile than ever before!

The essence of profiling is substitution! Put yourself into the perspective of the person involved, replace him at the level of time and space, and get a glimpse of what the person doing at that time!

If she is really in a profiling state now, then she must have replaced someone and looked at what happened that year from his perspective. Who is this person and where is he...

She suddenly froze.

He lowered his head at an extremely slow speed and looked at his muddy hands.

That's a man's hand.

Nono suddenly turned around.

She vaguely felt someone standing behind her.

It was a figure that traveled through time and space and stayed here.
To be continued...