be a bug in a survival game

Chapter 52 The Blood-Red Turntable

When Xi Ci got on the deck, he heard these words, and then saw Ruan Kechong baring his teeth and claws at Li Ren, and a smile suddenly appeared on the corner of his mouth. This feeling of being relied on is really good.

"Why do you guys quarrel every time I'm not here?" Xi Ci came over and touched Ruan Ke's head, and the latter raised his head and made a face at him.

She didn't know why, maybe these people didn't dare to fight him, so they just picked her as a soft persimmon.

However, her force value is negative, her ability to complain is overwhelming, and she is not afraid of verbal abuse.

Of course, it all depends on someone with a full level of force behind her to support her.

Li Ren was robbed by her, and his expression was not good. When he shared his discovery, his face was cold all the way, and he didn't communicate unless necessary.

"The handwriting of these suicide notes is fairly clear. Each one is not long, but it's very strange." Lin Wan pushed the suicide notes to the middle of the table. They were a few plain white papers that looked like they were torn from a sketchbook.

There are five letters in total.

"The world is in darkness. I was walking alone in the darkness, and I met a beam of light. I followed the beam of light and walked, only to find that the end is an abyss. Let's dance and follow the will of the light."

"I know I'm dying, I've known it since that day, she won't let us go, no one can save me because they're all going to die, no one is innocent."

"Crazy, she's a crazy, hahahahahaha, no, everyone is crazy, I don't want to be crazy, so I'll take a step first."

"It's dark and will never light up again. They destroyed a hope. I stood by and watched. Today, it's finally my turn to be stood by and watch... and I'm gone."

"Finally I'm the only one left. I watched one life after another die with my own eyes, from fear to numbness. Now I just want everything to end quickly, and others can die. I can't, I'm not allowed to commit suicide, just like It's like she wasn't allowed to live back then."

The five suicide notes are stacked together, like a pile of heavy past events, which makes people afraid to look through, but can't help but delve into it.

The weight of such a few strokes makes people breathless.

"Interesting." Xi Ci read it carefully: "I'll show you something more interesting."

Snapped!
A turntable was thrown on the table. The turntable was not small. I didn't see it just now. It should have been taken into the space by Xi Ci.

There are twelve grids on the turntable, and each grid has a name, and it seems to be a girl's name.

The names are bright red and look off-putting.

"What is this?" For some reason, Ruan Ke felt that this must be a bad thing, and subconsciously brought disgust when he asked.

"Bet." Xi Ci tapped the turntable: "There are five such things in total. In a private space on the first floor, a group of people turn the turntable, and whoever turns it is the prey."

Sixty girls, five prey.

Hunters use all means to hunt, or coerce and lure them, or subdue them violently, or boil frogs in warm water. In short, they only have one purpose, to see who succeeds first, and let the hunters get whatever they want without any resistance from the prey.

After the prey takes the bait, it is trampled hard and then abandoned. Then the next round begins, and the cycle starts again and again until the cruise ship docks.

The rich people’s tricks and ordinary games can no longer stimulate their brains full of waste. Only when they trample on the same kind of people and see them being slaughtered like livestock can they be excited and find the "meaning of living" .

As for the prey?
Who cares?

(End of this chapter)