The third floor of consciousness looks like a hall, but it is never empty.

When Zhu Weixin and the others realized it, the lights in the hall were instantly turned on, and the empty place became crowded.

It turned out to be a casino.

Come on, this guy is really not short of food, drink, whore and gambling.

Zhu Weixin and the others could see blushing gamblers around every table here. They held chips in their hands and followed up to bets frantically, and for the result, they were either excited or crazy, but they looked normal.

Then the next moment, the room.

At the other end of the gambling table in the room, the target person was already sitting there as if he had been waiting for a long time.

Zhu Weixin observed the target person in the elevator. According to the guy's exaggerated and impatient body language and superficial and dull observation reaction, such a person would have any achievements at the gambling table.

Zhu Weixin has seen a real gambling expert. No matter how inconspicuous those people seem, they always have a trait that cannot be ignored. Obviously, they do not have one in the target person.

However, this is his consciousness, and everything is shaped by him. Even if he is a waste, he can still be an absolutely beneficial dealer as long as he is well conceived.

Zhu Weixin sat opposite the gambling table and smiled: "What are you playing?"

The man slapped a revolver on the table, popped up the magazine, poured out all the bullets inside.

Then pick up one of them, stuffed them back, and turn the magazine.

Zhu Weixin understood that the other party wanted to play Russian roulette.

The magazine with six bullets, the only bullet lies in a random nest, and both players take turns shooting at their brains, and whoever shoots that bullet will lose.

Once you lose gambling, you will lose your life.

This is already the third level, and the damage created in the mirror of consciousness is almost the same as reality.

If the other party, as the master of consciousness, loses, it may not be a big problem, but if Zhu Weixin takes such a shot in the head, it will be hard for the gods to save him.

But obviously there is no room for them to choose in this game, because the other party has pointed a gun at his temple and pulled the trigger.

"Click!" The sound from the opposite side showed that the hair was an empty clip.

The other party smiled on his face, then placed the pistol on the table and slapped at Zhu Weixin.

Zhu Weixin reached out to catch it, weighed the weight of the pistol with his hand, and then looked at the other party.

The other party had no expression, but Zhu Weixin just felt a subtle tension.

He held the pistol in his hand and did not rush to point it at his head, but instead acted to disassemble the magazine.

The air in the whole room seemed to condense for a moment, but Zhu Weixin stopped this idea the next second.

Instead, he smiled confidently: "Forget it, no one can do anything under my nose."

He held the pistol again, aiming the muzzle from bottom to top at his chin. If he fired at this angle, the external ballistic direction would penetrate directly from his chin to his head.

Then Zhu Weixin pulled the trigger, and a gunshot came, as if a bloody flower exploded above Zhu Weixin's head. His right hand hung down with force. The man also fell back on the back of the chair due to inertia, his neck leaned back like a broken one, as if he had lost his voice like a corpse.

"Hahaha..., idiot!" The person on the opposite side laughed proudly: "I am the creator here. Who told you that the logic of reality applies here?"

"Do you think I really want to bet on life fairly with you? I really scared you with a decent posture. Hahahaha..."

"I can just grab the empty clip whenever I want, and I can get the bullet whenever I want."

"Do you know, except for the shot I fired, there are no one of the five bullets left in the gun. As long as I want, they can disappear and appear at any time and change their positions."

I don’t know where this person has such a strong commentary habit. He can talk about a 'corpse' for so long, but it probably doesn’t give him such a cool thing, so he will be complacent in his own consciousness world.

But suddenly, the sharp and smug laughter of the target character came to an abrupt end.

Because he saw his strength falling back into the back of the chair, Zhu Weixin, who should have been staring at the ceiling with his eyes open, slowly raised his head.

His body also recovered its support, and he lost the appearance of the body that was exhausted, and looked at the target person with a strange look—

"Oh~~, this game is so exciting and nervous. I plan to slow down the pace after every game. I didn't expect that in just a few seconds, I heard so many amazing rules?"

"You are not doing well, even if you have a thousand yuan, how can you tell me the fastest way? Is it really okay? Have you ever opened a real casino? Is your casino okay?"

The target person's face suddenly looked extremely ugly, but he actually turned on.

However, with his ability, he would definitely not be able to do anything big, so he secretly opened an underground casino several times, and had two or three tables of old gamblers every night.

It’s really because I’m not good at managing well, my brain is not smart enough, and my sense of smell is not sharp enough. The position of winning is to lose money every time, and I have suffered heavy losses.

The target person disbelief: "Why are you still alive? How is it possible? What trick did you play?"

"The people who came to Chiuki actually asked others what tricks they were playing?" Zhu Weixin was amused: "Is others so angry that they didn't fall for you?"

"This is the first time I have seen this shameless theory, which is really amazing."

As he said that, he put the pistol on the table and sneered: "You have good potential for consciousness development. Unfortunately, you are a fool, without any clarity and meticulousness. Even fraud is so obvious."

"What is the weight of a pistol with five rounds loaded and one round? Can't you consider this difference?"

In fact, this cannot be blamed entirely on the other party. The target person is just a gangster at the bottom. How can you see the real scene?

With his shallow common sense, will anyone easily detect such a subtle weight difference?

But in Zhu Weixin's opinion, since he has collected other people's money and became a consciousness vault, he should constantly improve his logic and make it more meticulous and beneficial under the rules that are beneficial to him.

In other words, there are three threats from money-making players. If this guy is just this guy, you can't find players to defend anything with decent attitude.

He stared at the target person, with a grim smile on his face: "According to the rules of the casino, it is time to be arrested, but he wants to buy his fingers."

A trace of fear flashed across the target person's face, but suddenly he remembered that this was his own place. Who could press him to gesture to his fingers with a knife on the table?

Thinking of this, he restrained the embarrassment on his face. However, I don’t know if there was something like this that really happened in reality that made him remember it deeply. In short, when Zhu Weixin mentioned it, he felt quite uneasy.

Zhu Weixin did not pursue this issue much. He pushed the pistol at the target person and slid the pistol to the other party's hand.

"It's your turn." Zhu Weixin said.

The target person probably didn't expect it to be like this, and the other party still had to play with him.

He clearly knew whether there were bullets in the magazine, and where the bullets appeared was up to him.

No, this kid also used a weird method to get shot in the head without killing it. Those people are right, this time the consciousness thief was different from usual.

It cannot be understood by common sense. Maybe the kid is digging a hole and waiting for him to jump.

But the game that has already started cannot be stopped. Thinking of the dominance of consciousness, the target person feels a little relieved.

He picked up his pistol, pointed it at his temple, and pulled the trigger.

"Click!"

The target person breathed a sigh of relief and confirmed that the other party could not play tricks with his control, so he smiled proudly at Zhu Weixin.

At the same time, the pistol was pushed over.

Zhu Weixin picked up the pistol, and the weight displayed was obviously full. He didn't care and aimed it at the position just now.

After a gunshot, he didn't even fit the gun this time, and pushed the pistol back just like nothing happened.

The target character was focused this time to see how Zhu Weixin was playing tricks, but the other party's actions were done in one go, let alone watching, it felt like he had just ended before he even started.

If the gunshot hadn't been refusal, he would have suspected that the other party had just made an action, and then the pistol returned to his side and continued to be his turn.

The target person picked up the pistol and was still thinking about it when he pointed it at his temple.

Then pull the trigger-

"Bang!" It is not a mechanical empty business, nor is it a pistol sound from bullets, it is the sound of blood splattering in human heads.

Until the dead target character had unbelievable remaining in his eyes.

Why? How did he do it? How did he put things in a pistol that only he could control?

The surrounding environment collapses, and the third layer - the one closest to reality - is also the one that collapses.

Lu Xiuci stood beside Zhu Weixin, clearly knowing that he had opened a hole in his jaw and head.

This guy's zipper ability, let alone Zhu Yang, Lu Xiu Ci also thinks it is very useful in many cases.

He had already opened a hole in his head, so naturally no matter how many bullets were, they could only pass through and could not cause actual damage to him.

The purpose of repeatedly shaking the other party's will and attracting the other party's attention is to make the other party neglect at the moment of shooting.

It doesn't take too much, as long as the mental power is not too concentrated.

Zhu Weixin couldn't directly use his consciousness to determine whether there were bullets in the pistol, just like a hypnotist cannot hypnotize the patient directly to make suicide instructions.

This is the opponent's home court. No matter how strong Zhu Weixin's mental power is, he must abide by the opponent's rules of priority authority.

So what if it wasn't a bullet, but something else?

Others sound like no lethality, and they suddenly remind you of something that will not be associated with danger.

For example, "Ice" is slightly confused when the other party's consciousness does not fully settle.

Obviously, the other party was full of doubts about why Zhu Weixin was still alive when he was shot twice. In his consciousness, the invader could not be able to suffer a fatal injury and still be able to jump around.

This hits the target person's confidence and doubts about his own defense mechanism. Once the consciousness is shaken, everything will be simple.

When they arrived at the fourth floor, before they could stand firm, Zhu Weixin and Lu Ci were attacked wildly.

In this level, it corresponds to the target person's desire for power.
To be continued...