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"No," Xie Huating said, "They asked me if I was really an individual visitor or in a team, and wanted to reach a cooperation with me, so I pushed it through with Tai Chi. They went to the 'Yuan' organization again."

"Tai Chi can only be played this time," Xuelu said in a deep voice, "If you refuse again, it will arouse suspicion. Next time someone asks, we will say that we came in a team of three."

Zuo Tianmao said: "Don't, the three-person team is too obvious. In this way...you and Huating team up, and I'm here as an individual visitor."

"Individuals are the best choice for execution in the later stage, you will be very dangerous," Xuelu directly refused, "It's okay."

Zuo Tianmao insisted: "This way at least the two of you can be kept. Oh, I feel like my brain is rusted after entering this dungeon. I'm really not good at purely logical reasoning dungeons. Just pop me out. Be good, be obedient."

Xie Huating also said in a deep voice: "Since Mr. Zuo said so, Xuelu, let's do this." He said in a soft tone: "Be obedient."

One or two treated him as a child, Xuelu gave a muffled hum, who made him the least qualified.

As he said that, someone knocked on Xuelu's door again. It was estimated that there would be more and more players with ulterior motives in the future, so the three of them cut off the communication.

Xuelu tidied up her clothes and opened the door.

It turned out to be... an agent.

The one-eyed man was dressed in a three-piece suit and a long trench coat.Under the dim light in the room, the dark fabric has subtle gold patterns.His left eye was covered by an eyepatch, and his right eye was dark gray. His hair was combed back carefully. He held a cane in his left hand, like an old-fashioned noble gentleman with profound background.

And this height...

Xuelu took a step back indiscriminately, relieving the pressure of raising his head - he was a full head taller than Xuelu, and probably only two or three centimeters shorter than Huo Lvxing.

Could it be Huo Lvxing, that doggy man who came in again?

No, no, Xuelu suspected that the dungeon was over and couldn't finish the mountain of business affairs.

Furthermore, unlike the ghost cards that were replaced before, the agent gave Xuelu a sense of "unfathomable" alienation.Like a dictator who holds power firmly, and like a winner who controls everyone's secrets.

Seeing that the man did not speak for a long time, Xuelu restrained himself and looked at him: "Is there something wrong?"

The agent raised his eyebrows: "Recovered? Kid...Who did you look for on me just now?"

"!"

Xuelu narrowed her eyes in surprise and vigilance: "You..."

Looking at the playful glint in the man's eyes, how could Xuelu not know that she was cheated.

He didn't bother to pretend anymore, and rolled his eyes: "If you have something to say, get out if you have nothing to do."

"You have such a bad temper," the agent laughed, his deep gray eyes full of teasing, "Aren't you afraid that I'll attack you as a ghost?"

"It's up to you?" Xuelu sneered, "Whether it's a ghost or not is not what you said. You can try it and see who gets thrown out first."

"Okay," the agent apologized in a good-tempered manner, "I'm sorry. I admit that I was a little...well, too much. I didn't come to you to make enemies for myself."

"Whether you make enemies or not depends on what you add."

"It's okay, I've got what I want." The agent bowed gentlemanly, "Goodbye, pretty kid."

"Huh?" Xuelu was taken aback, and couldn't help but quickly grabbed the agent's collar, "Can you explain clearly?"

The agent put his gloved hand on Xuelu's, and loosened his collar softly and uncompromisingly: "Or... Xuelu, you want to ask me something?"

Xuelu laughed angrily: "What do you think? You are too suspicious... You are a ghost who can't find your ghost companion, right? Wandering outside the team to seek care from your family?"

"Don't talk nonsense," the agent said with an unpredictable expression, "I belong to the camp of good people."

"It's still the same sentence, whether you are a good person or not is not up to you," Xuelu said, "You belong to the 'Yuan' organization, right? Don't you still have a companion? Why didn't you go together? Found that the camp is different?"

At this point, the agent's face became serious: "You are very sensitive. I did have a falling out with Lie Yang, but it was not because of the faction."

As he spoke, the agent lowered his expression: "See you later, pretty."

"Fuck you!"

The tall figure of the man walked in the opposite direction, only then did Xuelu see Lie Yang, wearing a black mask, walking side by side with Meisheng.

Xuelu quickly closed the door and looked through cat's eyes - Lie Yang and Meisheng seemed to have just finished discussing, and after sending Meisheng to the door of Room 3, Lie Yang left.

What is the relationship between these two people?If we met by chance in the dungeon, wouldn't it be a gentleman to send the female player to the door?

The time of suspicion always passed quickly. Xuelu came to Bi'anhua's room at 5:50, and other people also came one after another. Soon, the bell rang at 6 o'clock.

Like the bell at 0 o'clock, it is simple, melodious and distant.The bell should be huge and tall to make such a sound.

The bell rang, and the giant door was pushed open again——

Dressed in purple smoke, a solemn wizard outfit, and carrying a delicate and charming red box, she entered the door quietly.

The wind smudged with the smell of candles smuggled by her side, and she sat in the "No. 0" position unhurriedly in the eyes of everyone, and put the small box in the middle of the round table.

Everyone's eyes focused on the small box for a moment, and then, Zi Yan distributed a dozen square cardboards.

"Before 7 o'clock, you can put in the tickets in your hands at any time. Blank tickets, tickets with invalid content, and tickets put in after 7 o'clock are invalid."

"A ticket with invalid content?" Mosaic caught the words, "What do you mean?"

"You can use any method to describe your voting object. For example, name, room number, etc. have unique directional titles. But if you randomly make up a name or room number that has not participated in the ghost feast, it will be invalid."

Meisheng understood: "Okay."

"Are there any other questions?"

The others shook their heads.

Zi Yan closed her eyes, made strange gestures with both hands, and said in a deep voice: "Licheng. Ghost feast, start."

For a moment, the wind was blowing, the white candles were shining brightly, and the room was as bright as day, and the bright people were terrified.

But soon, the vision disappeared, and Zi Yan, who was sitting upright, closed his eyes, like a lifelike statue.

Zhong Meisheng was the first to break the silence: "Don't waste time. We...have been free for more than three hours. I guess everyone has some clues in their hands? Let's start speaking from Room 1."

After finishing speaking, No. 1 Lie Yang was not happy: "Why start with me again? Who do I owe No. 1? If the one in the front position is not good, it will be arranged later. I can't refute it, I don't agree!"

No. 2 Great White Shark also echoed: "A group of people attacked me in the last game, and I couldn't justify it in the back position, and I didn't agree with it."

There are more than 7 minutes left until 50 o'clock. If each person speaks for 2 minutes, there will be at most two rounds, which is not good for those who speak in the front position.

In a life-and-death situation, no one will compromise for others, let alone care about the overall situation.

Huating observed the expressions of the crowd, and said in a deep voice, "In that case, let's start with just one random person."

As he spoke, he picked up his pen, turned it around on the table, and the tip of the pen slowly stopped in the direction of agent No. 5.

The agent raised his eyebrows: "Me?"

Huating didn't answer him, but asked: "Do you think this is okay?"

Scattered voices of agreement sounded, and the agent spoke without objecting.

"Everyone has checked the room. I won't talk nonsense. There may be clues, such as the 'ghost cannibal' painting hanging behind the door. There are exactly five ghosts behind my door. I want to hear about other ghosts. Whether the number of people is the same as the number of rooms."

"Then... is tonight's executioner. I was the first to speak, and I was forced to find someone to vote. I feel that anyone will be attacked. Anyway, this is the first round of speeches. If each person has 2 minutes, how can I vote again?" One round at a time, I won’t talk about it this round, I want to hear the speech later.”

Agent No. 5 waved his hand casually, indicating that it was over, and it was the turn of No. 6 Xie Huating.

As the young master of the Lu family, his attire can be said to be the most "extravagant" overall.

Low-key and luxurious fabrics, Baroque-style dress design that is not cumbersome.Deep purple and deep dark green, with a black diamond brooch in the shape of an olive branch pinned to his chest.

He seemed more convincing than Young Master Lu's casual silk nightgown wrapped in a blanket.

"In the room hanging picture, it is correct that the number is the same as the room number." He said, "but the theme is different. The hanging picture in my room is six birds with long beaks and flames on their bodies, which should be from mythology. If you know the monster in the back, you can talk about it."

"Then there is voting... I have a suggestion: must the executioner be decided today?"

As soon as this sentence came out, everyone's eyes, whether lazy or precarious, all turned towards him.

The little rabbit on the 11th almost couldn't help but refute, feeling uncomfortable in the seat.

Xie Huating continued: "I know that everyone finds this point of view difficult to accept. However, ghost banquets are different from werewolf killings! Players are punished, they are really eliminated, and they are really dead! Players who have lived to this day in Layer Nakamura are not afraid of death!"

"Furthermore," he looked at the players with moved expressions, and said in a deep voice, "Normal werewolf kills, after obtaining the identity on the first day, it should be dark and kill people. But the start of the ghost feast is for us to execute people. In terms of order, even if people are not executed today, the camp of good people will take priority."

He showed the look of the "holy father" that players often encounter, and said with restraint and righteousness: "No judge detected a 'ghost', and no monk told us who we saved with medicine last night...with no information at all. , the probability of being sentenced to a real ghost is 3/11, which is about 25%, which is too low. I hope that everyone will not rush to refute me, but think carefully about my suggestion."

As he spoke, he looked at No. 7 Zuo Tianmao.

Zuo Tianmao was caught off guard by Xie Huating's operation, all the lines he had thought up were stuck in his throat.

"No..." He stammered, "Are you fucking sick? We good people... There are only so many chances for us good people to be executed. Tell me not to execute today?"

With a clear mind, he slapped the table: "You said, if there is no information, the probability of being executed on the head of a real ghost is 25%. Have you ever thought that the probability of a ghost killing someone at night is 100%! Are you Are you playing for a good person?"

As he said that, he sneered and adjusted the deep V dress on his body: "Anyway, I don't agree. Whether you are a real father or a fake father, don't drag others to die with your own father's heart! You have the ability! Don't vote for a while! Damn...you idiot."

"I also have paintings in my room. Seven flying apsaras. I feel that this painting is just an ordinary decoration. Is there anything to analyze? Pass."

No. 8 is the middle-aged uncle, Lao Zhang.

He scratched his head in embarrassment: "Guess, I don't understand why number 7 is so excited. I think the guy from Huating number 6 is right. I don't know who the ghost is, and the probability of finding the real ghost is too low. You have to find the wrong person." Well, the number of good people is reduced by one, isn’t that what a good person’s mentality is? Anyway, I’m afraid of death..."

Lao Zhang said that there are eight immortals hanging in his room, like a chart of the Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea.

Feitian on the 9th looked thoughtfully at the person who had spoken in front of him: "What are you all talking about... I listened for a while, how could you go off topic in this direction? I see the Holy Father on the 6th But, you’ve already talked about it, so I won’t bother to talk about him. But Mr. No. 8, how can you accept his theory? In terms of operability, this theory is a castle in the sky, absolutely impossible to realize? "

As she said that, the beauty with phoenix eyes sneered: "Think about it... Voting is for the minority to obey the majority, right? Abstention is allowed, that is to say, even if there is only one vote in the box, it will take effect. Then you think eleven people are fucking Is it possible not to vote? It's too ridiculous!"

"Let me tell you, if most of you abstain from voting, there can only be one situation—voting, the only way for good people to kill ghosts, is also monopolized by ghosts!"