Puzzle games

During the day, he felt as uncomfortable as if he had swallowed a hundred flies alive, and he was sure that other people present would not be better off than him.

In the simplest nine-player game, there are three prophets, and the real prophets don't know where they are. It's a disaster!

The boy giggled, his big eyes narrowed into crescent moons, completely unaware that his speech made other players' thinking even more chaotic.

"Since I'm the prophet, and brother No. 4 is my golden water, then the remaining grandpa No. 5 must be a werewolf. I don't need to say who is in this round of voting?"

"Ding! Now a ballot is held, each player has one vote, and the player with the highest number of votes will be sentenced to death."

As the mechanical electronic female voice sounded, a blank card appeared in everyone's minds. During the day, they looked around the field again, thought for a while, and a name appeared on the card.

"Ding! The voting is over, and now the voting results are announced. One person abstained, player 5 got 5 votes, player 8 got 2 votes, and the player with the highest number of votes is player 5. Player 5 has a last word to leave."

The votes voted by eight people quickly appeared in each player's mind: Qi Shuai, Bai Tian, ​​Ye Zhao, male college student No. 8, little boy No. 9 voted for old man No. 5, old man No. 5 and female college student No. 7 No. 8 was given, and No. 2 abstained.

The male college student looked at his girlfriend in disbelief. The latter lowered his head, and his long black hair hung down to completely block her side face, making it impossible to see his expression clearly.

The old man No. 5 seemed to be ten years older all of a sudden, and he smiled wryly: "I claim to be smart, and I dare not speak upright in my life, but I have never committed any serious crimes such as murder and arson. To the present ending...

But I am old, and compared to you young people, I can still live enough, so you can do it for yourself! "

As soon as the voice fell, several places on the old man's body suddenly caught fire, and the fire grew bigger and bigger. The old man's face became distorted due to pain, but the uncontrollable shouts in his mouth seemed to be cut off by the system, and the other players present seemed to be Watching a silent movie without sound, scary and weird.

Gradually, the old man's short body curled up, but within a few seconds it was quickly burnt into a scorched mass. The fire was so weird that it didn't affect the daytime closest to him at all, not even the chair the old man was sitting on. Destroy every bit of it.

A stench of burnt flesh filled the hall, making him feel like vomiting during the day.

The others seemed to be stunned. Female college student No. 7 screamed and ran to the second floor. This time, her boyfriend No. 8 did not follow, and looked at her back with anger and hatred in his eyes.

No. 2's occupational skirt, which had been forcing a calm expression on her face, could no longer be maintained, and she followed behind No. 7 in a panic. When going upstairs, she took too big steps and tripped over her own skirt.

Ye Zhao glanced at the bloodless lips during the day, lifted the sofa cover, wrapped the old man who was burnt to black on the ground, and sent him back to Room 5.

"Big Brother No. 6 is so courageous!"

Little boy No. 9 stood next to Tiantian at some point, and praised Ye Zhao for his neat way of cleaning up the corpses.

During the day, I really don't know what this little boy who has behaved differently from ordinary people since the beginning of the game is thinking. He can't change his face when he watched a person who was playing with them a second ago being burned alive.

"You're not timid." After talking during the day, he pulled Qi Shuai, who had been frightened into a fool, up to the second floor.

"Little, Xiaobai, that old man was burned to death."

During the day, I felt that the arm under my hand was trembling slightly, but in fact, Qi Shuai was trembling all over.

"Ok, I know."

"So, is this our end?"

"Huh?" Bai Tian stopped and looked at his usual carefree little boy.

Qi Shuai's eyes were in a trance, and the 1.8-meter tall man was vulnerable like a frightened child at this time: "Either he was chopped into pieces by werewolves at night like on the 1st, or he was voted out during the day and burned to death, as long as If the game doesn't end, will this be the ending we can't escape? I haven't married a wife yet..."

"No, I won't let you die."

The calm and indifferent words seem to have a special power to comfort people's hearts. If it were someone else who said this, Qi Shuai would definitely not believe it, but this is daytime, and he has always been so indifferent, but he has never let people disappointment.

Qi Shuai felt that his eyes were sour. Their family was in a good family. In the past 24 years, he has been going smoothly. How could he have had such a cruel and weird experience? If it weren't for Bai Tian and Ye Zhao, he felt that he would have collapsed long ago.

Qi Shuai calmed down, his face improved a lot, his tone was still full of worry: "Xiaobai, No. 5 is dead, and according to his last words, it should be a werewolf who left. You and No. 9 also said that you are a prophecy." Home, the werewolf will definitely look for you tonight."

"It's alright, I'm measured."

During the day, he walked absent-mindedly in the corridor, and then suddenly stopped in front of an oil painting.

Qi Shuai is really worried for him, if the werewolf is going to kill him tonight, the witch must save him!

The poor big man didn't know that his baby was a witch, and he put all his hopes on the bottle of antidote that didn't work.

"Qi Shuai, look at this painting."

During the day, he patted Fa Xiao on the shoulder and motioned him to look at the decorative oil painting on the wall of the corridor in front of him, and the latter's attention was quickly drawn to it.

"Xiaobai, this, isn't this painting just..." Qi Shuai's tongue was tied up the moment he saw the painting.

The picture frame of 40cmx40cm depicts a man tied to a huge wooden frame. Layers of firewood are piled up under the wooden frame, surrounded by a large group of villagers. One of the leaders is holding a torch, as if the firewood is about to be ignited in the next moment. .

The penalty is exactly the same as that of No. 5 who was burned to death!

"What does this mean? Could it be that this painting has the ability to foretell and know that someone will be burned to death? Or is it that the system punishes players based on the content of this oil painting?"

It's all so weird!

"Not necessarily, maybe it happened and the painting just records it."

Ye Zhao didn't know when he had disposed of the old man's body and came back. He stood behind the two of them and carefully observed the oil painting: "Because you see, the person who was burned at the stake in the painting is a young man. If it is a prophet, it doesn't make sense."

Bai Tian nodded, then pondered: "Do you think there are too many oil paintings here?"

Yes, not counting the hundreds of paintings locked on the third floor, there are oil paintings in every room, and there are also paintings hanging on the walls on both sides of the corridor every few steps.

The light from the downlight on the ceiling of the corridor is very weak, and it was almost dusk when I went upstairs yesterday, and the sunlight projected from the window was not strong, so in such a dim environment, these decorative paintings with a very low sense of presence did not arouse the excitement of the daytime. Notice.

However, it is different now. It is almost noon now, and the curtains at the end of the corridor have not been drawn since they were opened yesterday. "The oil painting in the player's blind spot becomes extremely conspicuous.

If nothing happened to the old man today, they might just be regarded as decorative paintings with a relatively different theme during the day, but right now...

During the day, I continued to look at the other three oil paintings on the corridor wall. Among the three paintings, two were very gloomy, and one had a wolf painted on it.

The wolf is very huge, its body almost occupies the entire screen, even the dark yellow moon is squeezed to the farthest corner, its dark hair stands on end, and its blood-red eyes seem to be shining fiercely. There is a small baby biting in the big mouth full of fangs!

The other one is a woman in red kneeling on the ground, holding her head in her hands. Her huddled back can make people see the despair in her heart. In front of her is a raging fire that can burn everything.

A cold full moon hangs high in the sky in the distance, like an omniscient god looking down on the ants and sentient beings, sighing for their grievances.

The content described in the third painting is completely different from the other two. There are no dead people and no fire. There are two people and a wolf in the painting. The wolf is dead and fell to the ground.

The two people are a man and a woman. The man holds a machete in his right hand and scratches his head with his left hand, with a simple and honest look. The woman lowers her head, revealing half of her small face.

However, the tone of the whole painting is still dark and full of despair as before. The background that should have been painted with bright and warm paints such as yellow and orange red is replaced by cool colors such as dark gray and blue black.

"Xiaobai looks familiar." Qi Shuai pointed at the painting and shouted, "Isn't this the young man who was burned to death in the first painting?"

Bai Tian nodded, and reminded again: "Don't you think this woman looks familiar too?"

"Woman, woman...?" Qi Shuai frowned his two thick eyebrows, suddenly seemed to think of something, and jumped up excitedly, "It's her, it's her, the woman on the oil painting in the room on the third floor !"