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

After a while, the white snake gentleman Sakakibara slowly walked out of the room. Outside the door, everyone looked over at the same time, their eyes were fiery and eager, as if they wanted to penetrate him, but the white gentleman's expression was as calm as water, making it difficult for people to peek into his true thoughts.

The mouse with the letter Y was killed by the brown bear in the first elimination round, so after Sakakibara walked out of the room, the one who entered the room was the white horse with a crimson hedgehog head and the letter X. The white horse also did not stay in the room for long.

The raccoon man stroked the metal nameplate with the letter W, exchanged a glance with the parrot girl beside him, and walked quickly back in after the white horse left the room, but he came out very late and was the one who stayed in the room the longest.

Next was the scalper girl with the letter V. She looked nervous and took several deep breaths before she calmed herself down. After looking at the orange pig and the frog, she walked into the door that determined her fate with a seemingly calm pace.

Lei walked over to the hedgehog-headed white horse, took out a cigarette case and handed it over.

The hedgehog-headed white horse glanced at the cigarette, waved his hand and refused: "I don't smoke."

"Then let's go for a couple of drinks?" Lei pointed to the bar not far away.

"No, you still have to draw your identity card later." The hedgehog-headed white horse looked at the black wolf in front of him, and his eyes unconsciously fell on the long black hair.

Seeing this, Lei did not beat around the bush and asked directly, "How do you draw identities in the room?"

"You'll know it soon. Anyway, it's not that complicated." The hedgehog-headed white horse seemed unwilling to communicate too much with the black wolf.

There was a depressing atmosphere among the waiting participants. They were all secretly guessing the camp of each person who walked out of the room, and hoped that they could choose the identity they wanted.

The gamblers around were talking about it.

"This game involves points and infection. It's so troublesome." The woman in the armadillo mask watched the Siamese cat's every move.

"It's not that difficult actually." Miss Sika Deer leaned against the bar, shaking the amber wine in her hand, and analyzed slowly, "For zombies, they need to infect as many humans as possible, and it's best to infect all humans into zombies; and for humans, they need to avoid being infected as much as possible, and find the zombies hiding among humans while gaining points."

The short man in the dark mantis mask muttered, "Everyone knows this. You don't need to explain it."

"Then which camp do you think has a better chance of winning?" Miss Sika Deer looked at the short man, moved the wine glass to her lips, and took a sip of wine.

"Zombies. Hehehe, after all, it's impossible to unify the scores of this group of people."

Miss Sika Deer chuckled and said no more.

Scotland, who was observing his surroundings, saw the evil puppeteer walk out of the room and said to Bourbon beside him, "It's my turn."

Bourbon nodded slightly and looked at Mingyue in the crowd. His face was tense and his expression was repressed.

As Scotland walked out of the room, Rye happened to walk towards him.

As they passed by, Lei asked in a low voice: "What is your identity?"

"Identity is not important. What's important is how to win." Scotland looked solemn, as if he had encountered some difficulties.

"Yeah." Lei walked into the room, and then the door was closed. Lei looked around the room, and there was still no window. The host, Quail, stood in front of the table. On the table were 16 cards, with the backs of the cards facing up, and a huge crystal ball.

The host, Quail Head, said calmly, "Please choose an ID card that you like, and after you remember the contents on the card, please return it to me."

Lei carefully examined the back of the cards, hoping to find the difference between the cards through observation, but unfortunately he couldn't. All the cards were almost identical. He asked in a deep voice: "Are the words on these cards different?"

After all, who is a zombie and who is a human, this matter is only known by the host. If the host's answer is that the words on the cards are the same, then the only two zombies will be drawn. If the words on the cards are different, then it means that there are still zombies in these cards. Lei looked up at the host and nodded.

Quailhead guessed that Black Wolf wanted to guess the identities of the people he had asked before, so he said the prepared words: "There are only two kinds of cards. The words on the same kind of cards are the same, but the words on different kinds of cards are different."

Lei lowered his eyes, randomly picked a card and turned it over. Then, he returned the card to the host and walked out of the room with an expressionless face.

As one person after another entered and exited the room, the tense atmosphere became more and more intense. Suspicion and uneasiness spread among the participants. Even the members who had formed a team at the beginning fell into a swamp of suspicion. After all, people are selfish and will consider their own interests.

The tabby cat Fukunaga Yuji rubbed his hands nervously and kept muttering, "This identity is too important, I must not draw a bad one." As he spoke, he walked towards the room.

Lei stood at the edge of the crowd, his cold eyes always scanning the crowd, trying to capture some information from the subtle changes in their expressions.

Bourbon had a solemn look on his face, his brain working rapidly. He kept simulating various scenarios that might occur in the rehearsal match in his mind, thinking about strategies to deal with them, and occasionally his eyes met with Scotland's.

The man in the red fox mask crossed his arms and glanced at everyone around him. With Ooka Momiji's departure, it was difficult for him to maintain the cooperation with Huitu and his group. In every subsequent game, everyone here could be an opponent or a temporary ally.

The hand of the tabby cat Fukunaga Yuji in the room trembled slightly as she reached for the ID card on the table. The moment she touched the card, her heartbeat suddenly accelerated, as if it was about to jump out of her throat. When she saw the identity on the card, her pupils shrank suddenly. After returning the card to the host, her face regained its composure and she walked out of the room as if nothing had happened.

After Brown Bear Jeffrey Dahmer drew his cards, it was Mingyue's turn.

As soon as Mingyue walked out of the room, she saw Scotland waiting at the door. Fortunately, Lei and Bourbon did not come over, so she let Scotland lead her to the corner of Room 3, away from the card drawing space. The fat bearded man walked past Mingyue.

"Here." Scotland handed the paper bag to Mingyue.

"I'm not hungry." Mingyue's attention was always on the room where the identity was chosen.

Scotland pretended to be angry and said in a deep voice: "You won't grow tall if you don't eat." He then handed the bag to Mingyue.

Mingyue could only reach out and take it, opening the bag and taking a look. They were all her favorite foods.

"Are you human?"

"What about you?" Mingyue asked back.

Scotland freely admitted: "I am human."

But Mingyue just stuffed the food into her mouth without saying anything.

Finally, it was Bourbon's turn to enter the room and draw his ID card. He grasped the door handle and slowly pushed the door open, and then the door quickly closed.

There was only one card on the table. Bourbon sighed helplessly. As expected, he had no choice. He reached out and flipped the card. The front of the card said "human". This result was also within Bourbon's expectations. "My identity is human, so should I get the antidote?"

Quail Head said calmly: "I will distribute the antidote to everyone later."

Bourbon lowered his eyes and returned the card to the host. Looking at the calm host, Bourbon had a bad feeling in his heart, but he did not ask any more questions and walked out of the room with his long legs.

Afterwards, the host Quail Shou also walked out of the room, and a bunny girl came over pushing a trolley with 22 delicate and elegant small bottles on it. The orange liquid in the bottles rippled gently as the trolley moved.

"This is the antidote, one bottle for each person."

The Elk Housekeeper shook the bottle in her hand and said, "Isn't this poisonous?"

There was no emotion in Quail Head's voice, just like a pool of stagnant water: "Please rest assured, the food on the ship is not poisonous. Although this is called an antidote, it is actually a specially made drink with a special taste."

"One bottle is too little." Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer was still dissatisfied.

The cobra girl looked at the exquisite bottle in her hand and asked, "If humans infected by zombies drink it, they will turn back into humans?"

"Yes." The host's mouth curled up slightly, and his eyes curved into crescent shapes.

Bearded Lili noticed the change in the host's expression and guessed that the antidote in her hand was not as simple as she had imagined.

A heated discussion broke out among the gamblers around.

"Before, they just randomly interacted with others. As long as they drank the antidote in the last round, the zombies would turn back into humans! Then humans still have a great chance of winning."

"But no matter how big a chance humans have of winning, it is only humans that will be eliminated, not zombies."

"Yes, if you ask me, I won't use any medicine and just stay a zombie. That's the sure win."

Suddenly a sweet voice sounded, interrupting the gamblers' discussion.

"Is this antidote only effective when used under certain conditions?" Bearded Lili stared at the host Quail's eyes.

Quailhead smiled and said, "Of course."

"what?!"

The gamblers around were in an uproar.

The hedgehog-headed white horse roared in displeasure: "The host didn't even finish explaining the rules. What kind of host is he!"

"Some rules can only be demonstrated through rehearsal. After all, only in this way can they be remembered deeply." The host, Quail Head, had a voice full of joy. "The antidote must be taken within 10 minutes of being infected to be effective, and the process of drinking the antidote must be done under the supervision of two or more people, otherwise it will be invalid. So all participants, please do not leave this room, in case of statistical errors..."

Quail Head did not finish his words, but just glanced at everyone with his smiling eyes.

And everyone knows that if they want to recover from being a zombie to being a human, they must drink the antidote in front of the host, otherwise it may not count, and that is not the result they want to see.

Bourbon thought of a possibility and quickly asked, "For those who have not come into contact with humans in a round and have become zombies, how long does it take for them to drink the antidote and return to being human?"

"How long is one round, Mr. Siamese Cat?"

"A round in the rehearsal lasts half an hour, but the official round lasts an hour."

Quailhead's cheerful voice echoed in Room 3: "Half an hour is naturally longer than 10 minutes, not to mention an hour. So if a human doesn't come into contact with another human within a round, then they will become zombies regardless of whether they drink the antidote or not."

As expected, the antidote was very important, and all participants held the small bottle tightly in their hands.

"After each round, I will announce the number of humans and zombies on the field."

The frog leader frowned and whispered to the two black-robed believers beside him, "It's hard to speculate who is a zombie by only publishing the number of people. We must reduce the number of contacts as much as possible."

Miss Orange Pig and the Yellow Scalper Girl nodded, agreeing with the proposal of the Apocalypse Cult leader Frog Man.

"The first round of the rehearsal match has officially begun. The two people who are to be in contact are now in front of me. If both parties place their hands on the crystal ball at the same time, the contact will be considered successful." Quail pointed at the crystal ball in front of him.

The red fox masked man said in a deep voice, "Is there any hidden rule here?"

"There are no hidden rules, so please start enjoying this one and a half hour rehearsal match." There was a hint of excitement in the voice of the host, Quailhou.

However, no one on the scene took action. Without being able to confirm the identities of others, everyone knew that the first person to take the initiative to contact people was most likely the primitive zombie, after all, they were the only ones who had no scruples.

Wearing a white tiger mask, Busujima Kiriko's eyes flickered slightly. She was thinking about how many people she could contact within ten minutes and how many points she could get. Then she thought that if she contacted everyone at the beginning and no one could be contacted in the next two rounds, she would become a zombie, and all the points she got would become nothing.

Therefore, the step of contacting everyone must be put in the last round, and before that, we must find a way to find out who the original zombie is. Busujima Kiriko's eyes swept over everyone.

Brown Bear Jeffrey Dahmer complained: "This game is too complicated."

His admirer behind him suggested: "Sir, you are a human, right? You can win as long as you become a zombie."

"Really?" Brown Bear Jeffrey Dahmer said loudly, "I am a human, who is the zombie?"

However, the room was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop, and no one responded to brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer.

Bourbon did not rush to act. He stood at the edge of the field, like a lurking cheetah, quietly observing everyone on the field. He keenly discovered that the red fox masked man and the black horse Persephone were talking together in a low voice, and their eyes kept wandering among the crowd, as if they were planning some shocking conspiracy.

"Fukunaga, do you have any good suggestions?"

The voice of the gangster princess Mafia Karen suddenly rang out, scaring the tabby cat Fukunaga Yuji.

The tabby cat Fukunaga Yuji hurriedly said respectfully: "Miss, are you a human? In fact, for the sake of being conservative in this game, becoming a zombie is a good choice. But if you want to win the first place, you can only find a way to contact more humans. Can I help you test it?"

"it is good."

The elk housekeeper watched the tabby cat Fukunaga Yuji walk towards the effeminate fat man, and whispered to the underworld princess Mafia Karen, "Miss, can that man be trusted?"

However, the underworld princess Mafia Karen did not answer, her empty eyes fixed on the tabby cat in the distance.

The tabby cat Fukunaga Yuji stood next to the fat bearded man and said, "Mr. Monkey, are you a human or a person?"

Bearded Lily glanced at the tabby cat girl and said with a very firm tone: "You are a primitive zombie."

This sentence was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples. Everyone looked at the tabby cat girl, only to hear her stammering in defense: "How, how is it possible? I am a human being."

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