After Tokumon watched for a while, he lowered his head again. Just as he was about to continue eating the dessert on his plate, another exclamation came from the crowd.
He took a bite of the tiramisu and looked up. He saw the black-haired man standing behind the railing on the second floor, looking down at the banquet hall below.
Hmm? What's going on? Why are there two No. 1s?
Tokumon was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously turned back to look at the door.
At the door, the other No. 1 stood in the center of the crowd. He raised his head slightly, forming a vacuum around him that no one dared to approach.
The two demons looked at each other from afar. The atmosphere became tense and awkward.
The audience in the live broadcast room was confused.
[F * ck, what's going on? There are two No. 1s?]
[Hmm??? I was just saying that I was slapped in the face. F * ck, there's really someone who dares to pretend to be that great one!]
[+ 1, he must be tired of living … Oh my god, if his identity is exposed, let alone that great one, even his followers will be in trouble.]
[I just want to know who this brave warrior who dares to pretend to be the great one is. He's too strong, too strong. Who would've thought of this?]
[Speaking of which, who do you think is that great one between the two …]
As soon as the bullet screen appeared, the entire live broadcast room fell into silence.
[Ah, this … I think the last one to enter is that great one.]
[I think so too. I just feel that his temperament and demeanor are more similar … The one on the second floor looks more frivolous. It's obvious that he's a fake.]
[That's right, that's right. I think so too. I'm a big fan of the great one. There's no way I'm wrong.]
[I just asked many of that great one's admirers and followers to watch the live broadcast room. Everyone said that the one on the second floor is obviously a fake. He's so careless in pretending.]
[Quick, quick, quick. Can we see No. 1 deal with the fake? I don't mind watching the show. I've already prepared my popcorn and cola to watch the show.]
It wasn't just the bullet screen. Even the trainees who stayed in the banquet hall were whispering, expressing their opinions about the shocking scene in front of them.
"The one on the second floor shouldn't be that great one, right?"
The trainees looked at Zong Jiu, the devil, and then looked at No.1, the devil. They began to comment as if they were serious.
"Yes, I don't think so either. As a follower of many years, I can guarantee that the one on the second floor is most likely a fake."
"Look, the lord on the second floor is wearing white gloves, and the lord below is wearing black gloves. The mask is slightly different, but other than that, they really look the same."
"I don't know who's the one who doesn't want to die. Forget it. Anyway, according to my intuition, the later they appear, the more likely there is a problem. After all, think about it. The main system has already announced that the banquet hall is closed. We've been here since the beginning, but we didn't see that person go up to the second floor. From this, it can be seen that the one upstairs is definitely fake. "
"Brother, you're right. That makes a lot of sense. Now, let's see how Milord will deal with the imposter."
Many followers looked at the second floor with condemnation.
Listening to the voices from all directions, Zong Jiu's face behind the mask was distorted from holding back his laughter.
Could this batch of followers do it? They're so quick to change their minds. Why are they lying through their teeth?
Although he tried to hold back his laughter, the magician version of the devil's body movements did not reveal anything. Instead, he calmly raised his hand.
This action imitated No.1's first appearance in the broadcast hall. He crossed his hands and gestured for the audience to be quiet. Zong Jiu imitated this performance perfectly. It could be said that he stole the essence of it.
As expected, the hall that was still whispering immediately quieted down as if someone pressed the stop button.
This action was undoubtedly a hint. Of course, in the eyes of the real devil, it was no different from a provocation.
The black-haired man held the railing with one hand and stared at the person below who was dressed exactly like him. The eyes hidden behind the mask narrowed. Instead of being angry, he smiled.
Countless gazes moved back and forth between the two of them.
The devil was the first to withdraw his gaze. He put his hands in his pockets and hummed a strange tune. He slowly walked down the spiral staircase in the side hall.
Everyone was shocked. They stood in place and did not dare to breathe. They silently watched his movements as he walked down the stairs.
[I just used the camera to zoom in on this person on the second floor. The song he was humming was out of tune! The case is solved. How could that person be singing out of tune? There is only one truth, and that is that he must be a fake!]
[What? Singing out of tune! The case is solved. The case is solved. Can't he act more realistically?]
[And he looks quite relaxed. He actually walked down the stairs. What is the meaning of this? Is he looking for the real culprit to fight? Horrible.Jpg]
[Young people really don't know the value of life. Dancing to the real culprit's head. Awkward.]
Compared to the bullet screen that was full of excitement, the trainees in the banquet hall were more frightened.
Tokumon put down the knife and fork in his hand. He was deep in thought.
Unlike the other trainees who wanted to find out the truth between the two No.1S, after joining the Anti-Devil Alliance, he became one of the trainees who knew about the devil's ability.
Since the devil's ability was to manipulate puppets, was it possible that the two people who appeared in the banquet hall were both his puppets? Not only could it attract attention, but it could also confuse others. This way, it would be more difficult for others to distinguish.
In fact, the main reason for making this judgment was that Tokumon could not tell which of the two devils was real and which was fake. He felt that they were quite similar.
However, it was precisely because of this that Tokumon felt that there was something wrong.
He even thought that one of the devils was very likely the mysterious tutor in disguise.
Obviously, the others also took their own sides. They looked more and more conflicted.
At this moment, the main system's voice sounded again.
[The second stage, the ball is ready to begin. All trainees, please get ready.]
This stage was the dancing segment.
Dancing meant physical contact. Physical contact meant that it was easier to distinguish who was who. Everyone was rubbing their hands together, trying their best to recognize who was who.
The orchestra on the first half of the floor was already in place. Under the guidance of the conductor, the chief violinist pulled the bowstring. The melodious prelude of the blue Danube River sounded.
The Vienna Waltz was, of course, an indispensable event at the banquet. It was also known as the magic circle of love.
Unfortunately, although the trainees knew how to fight ghosts and do fortune-telling, there were only a few of them who knew how to dance.
No, it would be an exaggeration to say that there were only a handful of them. Out of nearly two thousand people, those who knew how to dance the waltz could be counted on one hand.
Therefore, although it was a dance segment, since it was a welfare event, the main system did not force all the grown men to pair up and dance. That scene was simply too unsightly.
Almost as soon as the main system finished speaking, the trainees rushed to the dance floor and began to dance in circles.
[F * ck, what kind of scene is this?!]
[Mais Mais! Just now, I saw that young lady with a thin waist and big breasts walking. She looked just like a burly man. I can't take it anymore. I'm dying of laughter. I can only think of those trainees who would walk in such a way. Hahahaha!]
[Am I the only one who is still staring at that young lady in the sailor costume? Oh my god, she really is flawless. Even the way she spins in circles has the vibe of an otaku. Damn it, I'm even more curious now. Which trainee is this?]
What attracted attention was not only the Tokumon version of the sailor costume, but also the penguin man who stood still and let everyone dance in circles. It was as if he did not know what was going on.
As for Zong Jiu, he was standing right in the middle of the dance floor.
He did not know if it was intentional or not, but the sudden increase in people blocked his line of sight and the spiral staircase.
Zong Jiu frowned.
He had lost track of the devil. The devil had disappeared into the thousands of people in an instant.
Perhaps the main system also felt that everyone's swaying movements on the dance floor were too unsightly, so after a moment of silence, the main system finally spoke up.
[In order to enhance the live broadcast effect, the international ballroom dance knowledge collection will be transmitted to all trainees. Please wait.]
Just like the main system spent a lot of points to exchange for special knowledge or skills, all the relevant knowledge about ballroom dance appeared in the minds of all the trainees in the banquet hall out of thin air.
Many trainees were suddenly enlightened, such as Tokumon. He limped and was finally freed from the magic of love.
Just as everyone was eager to try, all the lights in the hall suddenly dimmed.
The sudden loss of light made the trainees cry out in surprise.
Only Zong Jiu's expression became more and more serious.
The darkness was very strange.
With his enhanced eyesight, he should have excellent night vision. But now, as far as he could see, he could only see a thick darkness that could not be swept away. It was like a monster slowly opening its bloody mouth and covering everything.
And he did not know if it was an illusion, but the whispers in the darkness were suppressed in an instant. It was as if the noise had been reduced. When it reached his ears, there was a long-lost sense of distortion.
[Mentor clue announced.]
[He will appear in the darkness.]
There was another uproar in the live broadcast room.
No one knew what was going on. Although everyone had read the rules of the Masquerade Ball, no one expected that the lights in the banquet hall would be turned off at the same time the clue was given.
[Damn, what's going on? Who turned off the lights?]
[Me too. I can't see the person, I can only hear the sound. Damn it! I also want to see the mentor's true face!]
Even the live broadcast room could not see what it looked like in the dark. The screen in the live broadcast room was also dark, and only the audio could be heard.
Zong Jiu put down his hand, closed his eyes, and focused on sensing the changes in his surroundings.
His muscles were tense, and he was ready for battle.
There was the sound of wind.
There was also the sound of soft laughter close to his ears.
Zong Jiu's pupils shrank, and he stabbed behind him.
He missed.
Her cold hand brushed past his elbow, causing him to shiver.
Zong Jiu tried the same trick again, and as expected, he missed again.
After repeating this five or six times, Zong Jiu was sure of one thing.
He was surrounded by No. 1.
In the darkness surrounding him, there were demons and their puppets.