Ming Ke: When the villain accidentally mixes into the protagonist group

The host named Quail Head didn't seem to care whether everyone was present or not. He began to introduce himself and announced the rules of this round of eliminations.

There was no loser resurrection match, and many people might be eliminated. The sudden change in the rules of the game made the three bottles of whiskey look solemn.

The red fox masked man looked around and found that there were still a few letter nametag holders who had not arrived, including the fat man who spoke in a sissy voice. This made him wonder in his heart about these people who had not arrived, wondering if something had happened to them, or if they had chosen to withdraw from the competition and leave the cruise ship? A sense of uneasiness came over him like a tide.

Lei noticed that there was a closed door behind the host and guessed that this round of the game might be the same as the previous one, where the participants had to enter the room and do something under the witness of the host.

The host, Quail Shou, continued to introduce the rules of the game without caring about anything else. "This round of eliminations will divide all participants into two camps..."

"Wait a moment!"

A sweet and shrill voice came, interrupting the host.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" The big-backed baboon yelled at the gamblers who were watching.

The people around quickly made way.

Lily, a bearded man wearing a monkey mask, twisted his fat body and rushed over. He stared at the hot host and said in a sweet voice full of displeasure and anger: "Why don't you wait until everyone is here before starting?"

Quail Head only glanced at the monkey. The gray mask obscured the expression on her face, but everyone could still see a pair of cold eyes through the holes in the mask's eye sockets. "You are late, not me." Quail Head looked around and said calmly, "For each game from now on, all participants who want to continue should arrive at the target home within the specified time, otherwise it will be regarded as a forfeit."

Bourbon stared at the bright moon beside the host for a long time.

Scotland clenched the paper bag in his hand, which contained the food he had prepared for Mingyue.

The man with the red fox mask whispered, "I know you want to protect her, but have you ever considered the purpose of her doing this?" After that, he glanced at the black wolf beside him.

The evil puppeteer, trying hard to reduce his presence, quietly moved a few steps to the side, trying to keep a certain distance from Scotland.

Bourbon held his chin in thought, speculating on what Mingyue might have said to the man in the red fox mask, but now was not the time to ask about it, so he glanced at the evil puppeteer standing far away.

Lei narrowed his dark green wolf eyes and said in a cold voice: "If I team up with you, I might be eliminated in this round, so let's fight on our own."

"Yeah! I've wanted to say this for a long time." Bourbon acted as if he wanted to hit Ley, and he said this in a loud voice, which immediately attracted the attention of the gamblers around him.

"Don't be like this." Scotland looked very embarrassed. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, trying to persuade, "This time we are divided into camps, we..."

Bourbon was like a Siamese cat with its fur standing on end. He snapped, "Who wants to be in his camp?"

"I don't want to cooperate with you anymore." Lei put his hands in his pockets and glanced at the bright moon. A faint light flashed in his dark green wolf eyes. He turned around and strode away. Each step was heavy, keeping a distance from Scotland and Bourbon.

The gamblers around all looked at the Siamese cat and the black wolf with curiosity. Some even ate melon seeds while watching, seeming to be looking forward to their next move.

The man in the red fox mask said coldly: "I will not team up with you again." After that, he walked aside.

Scotland sighed, looking helpless.

The gamblers around were talking about it. "Oh my god, I just bet on them to survive, and now they're fighting among themselves?"

Someone expressed a different opinion, "Maybe it's fake, show it to us."

"I don't think it's an act. This is how it should be. Why form a team? It's right for everyone to fight on their own."

“Hehehe, this time we’re not eliminating one person, but a group of people. If we form a team, the whole army will be wiped out.”

"Ahem," the host, Quail Head, cleared his throat. The discussion around him gradually died down, and Quail Head continued, "How to divide the camps is not up to you. Just listen to me finish the rules of the game."

Mingyue glanced at the three bottles of whiskey that were placed very far apart, and when she looked at the evil puppeteer, her eyes happened to meet his, and then she quickly looked away.

The evil puppeteer twitched the corner of his mouth and smiled awkwardly. He knew that he had not completed the task for this lady.

"This round of the game is called [Infection]. The 22 participants will be divided into two camps - humans and zombies." The host, Quail Head, looked around and saw that all the participants with letter name tags were present, so he continued, "Which camp you belong to will be decided in the room behind me. As long as you don't reveal your identity, no one will know."

Three Bottles of Whiskey frowned, and the man in the red fox mask guessed that the two camps were in opposition.

Someone asked: "How many are humans and how many are zombies? 50-50, or 40-60?"

The host glanced at the person who asked the question and said, "There are two primitive zombies among the humans. The primitive zombies can infect humans through contact and turn them into zombies. So I don't know how many humans and zombies there will be in the end."

"It's too difficult for 2 people to face 20 people!"

Mingyue lowered her eyes slightly. Only one zombie will appear among eleven people. The probability of becoming a zombie is not high at the beginning, but this game is called [Infection], so the original zombie will probably be a very important role.

"The game has a total of 5 rounds, each round is limited to 1 hour. In each round, the participants must come into contact with at least one person, otherwise the human will also become a zombie. And two people can only come into contact once, not twice. In other words, participants cannot come into contact with participants who have been contacted again, and the contact must be carried out under my witness."

After that, the host pushed open the door behind him and said, "I will stay in the room and wait for you all to come."

Bourbon held his chin up, and when he heard this, he realized that no one could give up in this game.

Scotland lowered his eyes. He guessed that people who became zombies would definitely take the initiative to contact others, and those who were classified as human would have to have at least 5 contacts, which would lead to a high chance of being infected and turned into zombies.

The host, Quailshou, continued, "Contact can have three results. The first is when zombies come into contact with zombies, nothing will happen. The second is when humans come into contact with zombies, the humans will become zombies. The third is when humans come into contact with humans, both sides will get 1 point. At the end of each round, I will announce the number of zombies and humans on the field."

When he heard the score, Lei thought of the score of the previous round and guessed that elimination or victory was related to the score.

Wearing a white tiger mask, Busujima Kiriko's eyes sparkled with gold. "Isn't it an advantage if we're zombies from the beginning?"

Dark Horse Persephone nodded slightly, "Yes, all it takes is contact to turn all humans into zombies. Does that mean the zombies win?"

The host, Quail, glanced at the black horse standing next to the white tiger woman, "At the beginning of the game, everyone will be given a bottle of antidote. After a human is infected by a zombie, they can be restored to human form by drinking the antidote, but the original zombie cannot be transformed into a human form even if it drinks the antidote."

"Only one bottle?" Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer seemed dissatisfied with this.

Lily, with a full beard, said in a sweet voice: "After five games, how do we determine the winner?"

"There are three situations." The host, Quail Head, quickly glanced at the Gray Rabbit beside him, and his voice remained calm. "The first one is that if everyone turns into zombies, the two original zombies will become the winners, and they can designate two participants to be eliminated directly."

Someone in the crowd whispered, "It turns out that being a zombie has its advantages."

"The second option, but if there are humans left alive, then the human with the highest score wins, and the human with the lowest score is eliminated. This can be one person or several people."

The man in the red fox mask frowned and thought in his heart: There are 20 humans, so one person can get a maximum of 19 points, but how to find the 22 original zombies hiding among the 2 people?

Lei was thinking that this game was very similar to the previous card game, which was calculated by score, except that the bottom one was eliminated instead of entering the loser's revival match. Then, whether it was humans or zombies, they would try to contact each other. In that case, it would be difficult to distinguish who was human and who was zombie.

"And the third option is, if the scores of all surviving humans are the same, then all zombies will be eliminated."

"Only when humans are evenly matched will the zombies be eliminated. Zombies have a high chance of winning!"

"Yes, I have to become a zombie from the beginning. After all, it's impossible to divide humans equally."

"Hehehe, even if there are humans left alive, only the human camp will be eliminated. The zombies will definitely win this game."

Mafia Karen, the mafia princess, turned her empty eyes to the tabby cat girl beside her, "What do you think of this game?"

The tabby cat Fukunaga Yuji's heart skipped a beat and he said with a wry smile, "I, I haven't thought about it yet. But there should be a sure-fire way to win this game. Please give me some more time. I need to think about it carefully."

The elk housekeeper glanced at the nervous tabby cat girl, but said nothing.

"Now, everyone, please enter the room in alphabetical order from Z to A and draw your ID cards." The host turned around and entered the room.

Bourbon's heart tightened, because in this case, he would be the last one to choose his identity.

"Please wait a moment." Busujima Kiriko, who was wearing a white tiger mask, called out to the host.

Quail Head turned and looked at the White Tiger Woman, "What's the matter?"

"Have you finished explaining the rules of the game?" Busujima Kiriko looked at the host with a burning gaze, as if she was expecting something.

"That's all." Quail's voice was calm without a trace of ripples.

But Busujima Kiriko became anxious and said, "No restrictions on the use of force?" After saying this, she secretly glanced at the brown bear.

Quail head tilted his head, "Well, you decide for yourselves."

"If we don't restrict it, we will be killed!" The tragic scene of the death of the local dog emerged in Busujima Kiriko's mind.

The man with the red fox mask was glad that Ooka Momiji had left, but he did not feel happy. His eyes fell on the petite gray rabbit, his brows furrowed, and his fingers clenched into fists.

After scanning the surrounding area, Quail Head said, "Mr. White Snake, please follow me."

"Is it starting now?" The late-arriving leader of the Apocalypse Cult, Frog, was feeling uneasy. "There was a rehearsal match for the last round of loser resurrection matches. Why not have a rehearsal match for this round of elimination matches as well? I think many people, like me, haven't figured out the rules of this game."

As soon as the leader frog finished speaking, someone echoed: "Yeah! What a mess of rules, I don't understand."

"Yeah, yeah, let's have a rehearsal match."

"I haven't figured out the rules of the game yet, so I have to do a rehearsal!"

Mingyue glanced at those people who were clamoring for a rehearsal and guessed that they were all followers of the Apocalypse Church.

"Yeah, I'll be very upset if I don't understand the rules of the game." The man wearing a white horse mask and a scarlet hedgehog head folded his arms and looked at the host.

"Does everyone want to have a round of rehearsal matches?" Quail Head looked around at everyone present.

The man in the red fox mask suddenly spoke up: "I don't object, but will there be any benefits if the preview wins?"

However, Bearded Lily seemed to have noticed something and immediately retorted, "It's a waste of time to rehearse anything, let's just start the real game."

Mingyue lowered her eyes slightly and analyzed the rules of the game. Although zombies did not have much advantage at the beginning, from the perspective of the elimination mechanism, becoming a zombie was actually the most advantageous, because it was too difficult to make this group of people get the same score, so the eliminated people could only appear in the human camp.

Suddenly, the host, Quailshou, curled her lips slightly, changing her previous indifference, and said with a smile: "If the winners of the rehearsal competition can choose their camps, would you be willing to participate in the rehearsal?" She knew that all participants would not refuse this reward. After all, who doesn't want to take their own destiny into their own hands?

Bourbon asked solemnly, "What if there are more than two winners, and they all choose to become primitive zombies?"

"That's not impossible, so everyone should be looking forward to the rehearsal match." The host smiled and seemed to be in a good mood. "The rehearsal match will only have three rounds, and the time limit will be shortened to half an hour. No one should refuse this."

Bearded Lily pinched his beard. He felt that this game suddenly became more and more complicated. He could feel the eyes of people around him falling on him, and he couldn't say no.

Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer stared at the fat man with fierce eyes, as if he would immediately tear the monkey's mouth apart if the fat monkey refused.

The three bottles of whiskey were all thinking about how to break the game, but before drawing the identity cards, any plan was just speculation. What they were most worried about was that Mingyue would not tell them her identity information.

Bourbon frowned, suspecting that Mingyue would eliminate them through this game, so he glanced at the tabby cat girl who was chatting happily with the underworld princess Mafia Karen.

The man with the red fox mask and the gentleman with the white snake looked at each other and then quickly looked away.

White Snake Sakakihara adjusted his glasses and followed the host, Quail Head, into the room. Afterwards, the door was closed by the bunny girl, and no one except the host knew which card White Snake Gentleman had drawn.

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