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Chapter 88 Please close your eyes when it's dark (36)

The crowd fell silent.

It was the first time I heard such a casual and willful speech.

Player No. 6 is heartbroken.

It's over, it's over.

They shouldn't believe No. 4, the snake spirit! ! !
Who would have thought that this lunatic would not even care about his own life?

No, what is she planning?Could it be that her savior is among these players? !
Judge: "All the players have finished their speeches. Now we have a referendum on banishment. The sheriff returns to vote No. 8. All players please vote."

所有人都结束投票后，法官宣布结果：“1号、2号、3号、4号、7号、9号、10号、12号玩家投给8号，6号玩家投给6号，8号玩家弃票，8号玩家出局，请8号玩家发表遗言。”

Player No. 8 flopped, "I want to take No. 4."

"Player No. 8 activates the skill and takes away Player No. 4."

Wu Yu: "I'll take number 6 away."

"Player No. 4 activates the skill and takes away Player No. 6."

Everyone held their breath for a moment, and the judge announced: "The game is over, and the good guy wins."

... really, really won?
The victory came so suddenly that they still hadn't reacted yet.

The judge began to review.

"The werewolves in this game are No. 4, No. 5, No. 6 and No. 11. Among them, No. 11 is an evil businessman who traded the shotgun to No. 4 player on the first night. The prophet is No. 3 player, No. 8 player is the hunter, and No. 10 Player No. 12 is the guard, and Player No. 1 is the witch. On the first night, the werewolf fell on Player No. 12, and No. 3 Witch prescribed medicine to save him, resulting in the first Christmas Eve. During the day, Prophet No. 12 took the lead and sent Player No. 4 Jinshui, then player No. 11 jumped up and sent a check to player No. 5. Player No. 6, who was in the last position, then jumped up and sent a check to player No. 4. In the end, the true prophet retreated, and player No. 4 successfully took To the police badge, under the leadership of player 11, player [-] was eliminated in the first round."

"On the second night, the prophet checks that No. 10 is gold water. Player No. 4 of the werewolf chooses to kill himself. Player No. 10 chooses to guard Player No. 4. The witch No. 12 sprinkles poison on No. 5 werewolf. During the day, Player No. The player recognizes the wolf, the sheriff returns ticket No. 5, the No. 4 player activates the skill to take away the No. 8 player, and the No. 8 player activates the skill to take away the No. 4 player. In the end, with the efforts of the No. 4 player, the good guy wins."

No. 8 didn't recover, and looked at Wu Yu in astonishment: "I'm confused, No. 4, are you really a werewolf? Then why are you helping us play?"

Just kidding, they won, but by werewolf infighting.

Could there be spies in this game?

If it's just a game, it doesn't matter if you win or lose, you can play however you want, but this is a game of life and death!

Not to mention good people, the werewolf camp is also very confused.

Number 5 turned her face away, staring at her firmly: "Number 4, you have to let me understand if you die? Why on earth are you?"

The smile on Wu Yu's face was like an unchanging mask: "Perhaps you should ask number 11 this question."

What does this have to do with number 11?
Everyone turned to look at Xia Yuze.

Hearing this, Xia Yuze laughed with a gloomy face, and gritted his teeth: "You really know."

He had already noticed something was wrong.

There are so many terminally ill and dying people in this world every day. How can it be such a coincidence that he can meet her every time he enters the game?

As a stranger who has never met before, why does she always target him?

When all this is linked to deliberate arrangements, it makes sense.

Rules found his golden finger, and she was the person sent by Rules to suppress him.

She knew what his golden finger was, and knew that he deliberately designated her as a teammate, so she didn't intend to respect the hole card from the beginning.

From the beginning, she intends to help the good guys win.

Wanting to thank her for his successive failures, the hatred in Xia Yuze's heart only increased, like a flame that was constantly being fueled, he said through gritted teeth: "You are so selfish, in order not to let me win, I'd rather die by myself, that's all, but I want to bring so many innocent people to die."

Wu Yu raised his eyebrows.

Hey, is this ugly thing still calling for a thief?

She smiled: "Do I need to tell them who is breaking the balance of the game?"

Her words almost immediately reminded Xia Yuze of the tragic experience of being beaten by a group not long ago.

His face was livid, and he wished he could rush up and tear up that delicate and beautiful face and her smiling mask: "You did it on purpose at that time!"

Know?what do you know?What does it mean to break the balance of the game?
What charades are they playing?
Everyone looked bewildered.

But the face of the young man sitting on the seat turned pale.

He slowly stood up from his seat, walked in front of Wu Yu, with his eyelids drooping slightly, he stretched out his hand to her silently.

Wu Yu raised his eyes, fixed his eyes on the young man's pale fingertips for a few seconds, and put them on with a smile.

She asked, "What's wrong?"

The corners of the young man's lips were slightly pursed, and the center of his eyebrows frowned, "Are you going to die?"

His voice is slightly hoarse, but it still sounds good, clear and pleasant, but there is a touch of pain hidden in his tone that is hard to ignore.

...are you sad?Because she might die?
Wu Yu blinked, "Guess."

The hand holding her tightened suddenly.

The boy lowered his eyes, his eyelashes cast a small shadow on the eye socket, and said softly: "...I shouldn't have listened to you."

Although his appearance was different, looking at his pitiful and remorseful appearance, Wu Yu vaguely found the shadow of someone in him.

She moved slightly in her heart and asked, "Do you know me?"

The teenager shook his head slightly.

"Really?" Wu Yu withdrew his gaze, and wanted to withdraw his hand from him. When he heard the negative answer, he couldn't say whether he was glad or disappointed, "I thought you knew me."

Sensing her movement, the boy squeezed her hand tightly, not letting her take it back.

He stared at her face, "I don't know you, but I know, I'm waiting for someone."

Wu Yu didn't seem to care, "Oh."

She never took such specious words seriously.

The young man knelt down slowly, and talked with her at the same level, his glazed pupils clearly reflected her appearance: "Can you tell me your name?"

A smile appeared on Wu Yu's lips, showing a bit of bitterness: "But I am already dying, so what if you know my name?"

As if he didn't hear it, he asked again in a pleading tone, "Tell me."

"It seems like you should give your name before asking someone else's."

"Reputation."

He reached out and wrote these two words in her palm.

After finishing writing, he got up, bent down and placed a light kiss on the back of her hand, like a gentleman's salute of a western nobleman.

Wu Yu froze for a moment, before he could withdraw his hand in time.

When the four eyes met, he seemed to be able to look into her eyes, frowned and said with a smile: "We will see you again."

(End of this chapter)