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Huo Xiao: "???"

Did he not make it clear?Or did she misunderstand something, why did she do it right away.

The puppet deacon accurately received the signal Meng Fuyou was referring to, and his gentle voice echoed through the enclosed hall on the first floor: "No. 11 VIP nominates VIP No. [-]."

With the sound, everyone's eyes were gathered.

At the same time, a huge figure phantom lit up behind Meng Fuyou and that Japanese brother, a nine and an eleven, which were extremely conspicuous, and lasted for about five seconds before slowly dissipating.

"It's only been a few minutes and the number nomination has exploded. Oh, I like this kind of short-tempered temper." Princess Hei Changzhi covered her mouth and smiled.

The puppet deacon's voice continued: "VIPs who agree to vote, please swipe your ID card within the next five seconds."

The other people present obviously knew the rules very well. When they heard the word nomination, they all raised their palms inward towards themselves, and pressed the edge of the identity card against their palms with the other hand.

This is a fake move. Except for myself, no one else can tell whether the stroke was made or not. When everyone performs the same movement, it can well cover up who followed the ticket.

Meng Fuyou's gaze shifted from the light belt back to the man's face, her brows and eyes raised subtly, "What a coincidence, the No. [-] position, you actually reported the saint."

Meng Fuyou's blind exposure was really good, it was directly equivalent to bumping into a saint, and everyone was quietly waiting for the result.

The five seconds ended quickly, and the puppet deacon announced the result in a gentle voice: "No one voted, please continue the discussion."

No one voted, including Meng Fuyou herself who didn't vote. She nestled into the comfortable Yunduodanzi sofa and said playfully to the Japanese brother, "Tsk tsk, I didn't lose my card."

"Looking at the cards, there are aphasias, inventors, and saints. Assuming there are no alcoholics for the time being, there is only one poisonous snake that the magician checked the first night." Nan Jingcheng glanced at the light belt in the middle of the hall again. message, said in a deep voice: "I think it is unlikely that the saint would take poison."

Two number plates popped out, and people scattered in every corner of the hall slowly gathered in the middle, sparsely surrounding the area of ​​the light belt.

One of them was two meters tall and fat, riding on the cloud dumpling, and pulled out the two small ears of the cloud dumpling with a childlike innocence, and said: "The evil ghost number area mentioned by the inventor of No. 13 also includes the No. [-] saint." , Should the No.[-] gun blow itself up and shoot at No. [-]? Anyway, it will be safe after the holy gun is fired, and it will not be killed by dreams again."

"I don't agree, NO.13 is hidden, don't jump, you hear me, the gun can't be discarded casually." The man with the lightning-scarred face frowned and retorted.

The Japanese brother hesitated for a few seconds, kept looking deeply at Meng Fuyou's direction, and finally couldn't help asking: "Well, I would like to ask, why did you choose to reveal my card?"

His voice is very clear, even if he is depressed, he still has a youthful look, and his black eyes are like a deer, full of confusion.

"I'm a saint, and you didn't lose your card. Besides me taking poison, you have the possibility of a fierce card, so your answer will determine whether I will choose to nominate you." The Japanese boy said neither humble nor overbearing .

"Just expose it, do you need to explain why?" Meng Fuyou felt a little funny, and jumped onto a cloud dumpling to sit on, "And why I exposed you, do you have no idea in your mind, or do you want me to do it again for you to recall? "

Meng Fuyou stretched out her five fingers, and the golden thread passed through her fingertips nimbly and dangerously.

"I really don't understand what you're talking about." The Japanese boy shook his head helplessly, and said, "I'm sorry, then I can only take you as a bad card and stir up the water to reveal the card. It's just bad luck that I'm a saint. .”

On the other side of the light belt, the little fat man with red curly hair is holding his thumb in his mouth, and he is whispering to his companion: "If you believe the news given by the magician, the evil card configuration is poisonous snake and pastry chef, without double-sided mirror... It’s really hard to say, but based on past experience, it’s rare for a fierce card to jump out so early to reveal the other’s card.”

"It's not just a fierce card, there are not many Tiggers like this in the whole game, okay? But she is the bell ringer, she only has information on the first night, and she doesn't have to be afraid of being killed by evil ghosts." Gao Dapang obviously agreed with this point of view, nodding in agreement.

Another tall and fat man with pigtails also nodded, and the three of them looked at each other. In order to prevent eavesdropping, important information was conveyed with eyes, without words.

The three of them agree with the NO.11 spirit card bell ringer's identity, because the curly-haired little fat man among them is the second empath, and the information can correspond to the two or three empathy given by the bell ringer of.

The discussion on the previous floor was in the order of speaking mode, and there would be suspicions that the number position was later followed by tickets and information, but the ninth floor was different. Everyone’s information was written before leaving the room and handed over to the puppet deacon, and then proceeded. Unified announcement.

Unless there is a double-sided mirror in the evil card, it is impossible to cheat.

But if there is a double-sided mirror, the information that the magician said that there is a poisonous snake in this field is wrong. Coupled with the experience of the sympathizer, one out of three and one evil, two clues and one finger, it is basically possible to determine the number three. Bad card.

So if this is the case, NO.11 will never give the No. [-] empathy card status, because this is equivalent to selling the fierce teammate directly.

That is to say, the NO.11 bell ringer is stable.

The round, round faces of the three fat men winked at each other. Before they could speak, they heard the No. 11 saintess counter-nominate No.11: "Hello, I want to nominate No.[-]."

The scene was repeated, and a huge digital phantom appeared behind Meng Fuyou and the Japanese boy at the same time. The puppet deacon Wen Sheng announced the rules to everyone: "VIP No. Swipe your badge inside the clock."

In the middle of the NO.11 light belt representing Meng Fuyou, several cards with black background and white stripes are neatly arranged. This is the pattern on the back of the identity card, and it also represents the number of votes obtained. Currently, there are three cards displayed. Most people are still in the wait-and-see stage.

As long as there are less than half of the votes, she won't be out of the game directly. With such vague words, except for the three fierce cards, basically no one will vote against her.

Puppet Deacon: "NO.11 gets three votes, and can be nominated again within 10 minutes. If there is no nomination after 10 minutes, NO.11 will be ruled out."

Meng Fuyou didn't look nervous at all, with her arms crossed around her chest, she was waiting to see who was the empath.

As long as this sympathizer has a teammate who can help her get nominated, she will definitely jump out and help her.

Sure enough, he only counted to three in his heart, and the tall, fat man with a short cut clapped his hands to attract the attention of the puppet deacon. He pointed to the man in position nine and said, "No. four nominates number nine."

A huge number four phantom appeared behind Gao Dapang, and the Japanese brother in position [-] also lit up again. This was the third time he had shown his number today.

Number four is the aphasic.

Meng Fuyou looked at the three very honest big fat men, and the other three were also looking at her, and the little fat man with red hair and curly hair winked at her and raised his chin.

The logic of these three people is very smooth, an iron spirit card, and a saint who doesn't know whether it is a poison or a fierce card, and it is useless if it is hit, of course, it is decisive to abandon the latter to keep the No. 11.

The number of votes on the light belt for position [-] showed three votes, and together with Meng Fuyou, Nan Jingcheng and Huo Xiao, it immediately reached six votes.

The man with the lightning scar touched the tiny stubble on his chin with great interest, his eyes wandered back and forth between the three fat men, and he knew in his heart that apart from the number four who had already exploded, there was a high probability that one of the other two would It's the sympathizer.

Puppet Deacon: "The VIP at position 10 received six votes, and can be nominated again within 10 minutes. If there is no nomination after [-] minutes, the VIP at position [-] will be ruled out."

Time passed by every minute and every second, and there was silence in the venue, no one spoke, and no one nominated again.

The Japanese brother in position [-] was still limping, and took two steps forward. The two closest people around him were the straight black Princess Cut and the bearded man in a black suit. They got up immediately, Slowly facing him and backing away a little, distance.

This is an obvious defensive action to prevent the opponent from violently injuring others at the last moment. After all, there is no protection against fighting in the ninth floor. Whether it is a vicious spirit or a player, there is no taboo to fight or kill.

The Japanese guy looked around at the others earnestly, and said: "I am really a saint. The reason why No. 11 is not down is probably because she is a fierce card, and there is no double-sided mirror in this game. The poisonous snake bit me blindly." There is also a high possibility of eating poison."

But not many people listened to these remarks. Smart people can already see that the sympathizers recognize their cards. These six tickets are clearly from the two teams. identity.

In the end, no one was nominated.

When the time entered the countdown of the seconds, the Japanese brother already understood that there would be no turning point, and he covered his face in despair, as if he had given up hope.

Then in the next second, something happened suddenly, the fingertips of the number nine flashed purple light, and instantly moved directly above Meng Fuyou, with five fingers grasping, the life metal ball instantly turned into an extremely sharp blade, and slashed towards Meng Fuyou.

The speed quickly became an afterimage.

Before most people saw who was being attacked, they heard a muffled 'bang' on the ceiling. The man in position [-] was being smashed on the high ceiling by some kind of translucent cage, and his state was distorted. As for the pain, the whole body was entangled with fine golden threads, and his whole body seemed to be under some kind of extreme upward pressure, which made his exposed skin and muscles deformed, shaking and being sucked upward.

He gritted his teeth with difficulty, his mouth was bloody, and felt that every bone in his body was misplaced. If he had other options, he didn't want to sneak attack these two gods, but he had no choice. Very high, no matter who he attacks, it is equivalent to proving the other party's identity to a certain extent, so he can only take chances and start with Meng Fuyou's surprise attack, which has already exploded.

Nan Jingcheng's expression was cold and cold, and then the ceiling made a teeth-piercing sound. He was distorted by this terrifying force and bulged upwards, and he was about to be overwhelmed and destroyed.