Incredible Games [Unlimited]

Meng Fuyou twirled the pen, and didn't make a sound for a long time. He was originally observing the state of other people on the field, but he couldn't help laughing when he heard Nan Jingcheng's words.

If you want to talk about a fraudster who flaunts a shot, you have to look at Nan Jingcheng.

If he does this, it doesn't matter if this No. 12 astrology card is a spiritual card. Assuming he is a fierce card, then he can swindle it out if he admits it. The identity of the No. [-] saint is not only true, but also not The kind that can kill people after being poisoned.

Meng Fuyou glanced at the second seat again, his state is not right is the most obvious, scratching his head, he has changed from rubbing the table with his fingertips to scratching hard, Meng Fuyou also noticed that the color of his nails has darkened again, already Turned grayish purple.

He was handcuffed by Gray Wolf guards yesterday and left through the main entrance. Meng Fuyou felt that he might be in a negative state.

The No. 13 woman was also watching, twirling her hair with her fingers, and asked: "Whether it's drug or alcoholic, the focus seems to be around the information bit. I want to ask how many people who are saintesses are?" Recognize it?"

The NO.12 foreign boy raised his head, his eyes were wet like a deer, he was suddenly brought into focus, facing the gazes from all directions.

No one on the field spoke, and Meng Fuyou urged No.13's words: "Those who agree that the saint can test people, come and have a look first." Then she swept her gaze around and swept away everyone's faces Pass.

A few people raised their hands in cooperation, and a few didn't move. I don't know if they disagreed or simply didn't want to cooperate.

Meng Fuyou counted. In addition to his own people, there were No. 13, No. [-], No. [-] and No. [-] who raised their hands, adding up to a total of seven, enough to count.

"Isn't there a problem with the configuration of hidden cards, saint?" Meng Fuyou turned the pen, looked at the No. 11 saint, and raised his chin several times at the No. 12 saint next to him.

The No.11 man frowned slowly, without moving.

Several people on the field showed thoughtful expressions.

"Wait a minute, what do you mean, you want saints to bump into saintesses?" The thief card in position [-] looked dumbfounded, "Didn't you just say you bumped into saintesses yourself?"

"I'm a magician, the big deal is to get tickets to go out, which is easy to deal with." Meng Fuyou said indifferently: "But saints can't get tickets, and they are unlikely to eat knives at night. Staying here can not only interfere with the hidden card line of sight, but also play a role." What's the use, please?"

"I think it makes sense. First eliminate a hidden card, and then you can determine whether the problem is number seven or number nine." The man at number one said while rubbing his chin.

"Then what if No. 11 bumps into the Saintess and loses cards? Is it No. [-] or No. [-]?" The woman in No. [-] crossed her legs and followed what Nan Jingcheng said before, imitating and aggressive.

"The saint's card is down, I recognize it." Nan Jingcheng said lightly, and immediately blocked the words of the fourth position in his throat.

The woman in position four frowned in disbelief, and repeated his words with difficulty: "The Saints are down, do you recognize it?"

"Yes, I do." Nan Jingcheng nodded, his indifferent eyes swept towards her, and asked, "I remember that the No. 11 saint had close communication with you, did you come in as a team?"

Such a formal question means that teams will start to be divided, and everyone's attention is focused.

The woman in position four leaned against the armrest, and said casually, "Yes, he is my teammate, so I know that if he bumps into it, he will definitely lose his card."

"So from my point of view, this collision is a waste of the Saintess' ability, and will also lose a spirit card. What do you think?" Number four said while scanning the eyes.

The red-haired woman in the eighth position supported her chin with one hand, and said, "It's not a waste, but it's actually very effective. The number nine has recognized it, let's hit it with No. 11."

Although not many people spoke out, the rest were just waiting and watching, and no one refuted from her standpoint. The woman in position [-] felt that something was wrong, and when she was about to speak again, she Hearing Meng Fuyou interrupted the conversation: "Isn't this pretty good? It's not a ballot. It's safer to be killed if you hit it. You won't die from a ballot or a random scene task. Lay down until you win."

Having said that, it is not good for number four to say anything else, so he leaned back in his chair indifferently, "Okay, if you want to hit it, hit it, if you kill a saint, I'll see who gets shot on number one and number three." Who gets the votes, hehe."

Indeed, there is only one gun, and only one person can be detected. If the gun is hit, the game will be over, but if it is missed and the astrology eats poison, the other one will be dangerous.The eyes of number one turned slightly unnaturally, straightened his body, and finally said nothing.

Meng Fuyou was not at all worried. She glanced around the field and asked her last question: "Is there any objection?" Seeing that no one spoke, she looked at NO.11 again, "Saint?"

NO.11 The man's back was straight, and he gave the impression that he was clean and harmless. The matter had come to this point, and he didn't make any further excuses. He directly raised his hand to the puppet deacon, "NO.11 nomination NO. 12."

The puppet deacon received the attributive signal, and said in a gentle voice: "No. 11 VIP nominates NO. 12 VIP, starting from the right hand side of NO. 12 VIP, please raise your hand if you agree to vote."

There is no need to vote for the saintess. After walking around the puppet deacon, he said, "No one voted. The discussion continues."

The arena fell into silence for an instant, and everyone's expressions seemed a little subtle.

"Huh?" The NO.11 saint showed a blank expression, "Why didn't it pour, the saint took poison?"

The woman in position four also sat up straight, put her hands on the armrest, and said in a deep voice, "Impossible, the saint must have a problem, either she is poisoned or an alcoholic."

Still no one spoke, only the voices of two people defending themselves.

After a while, only the No. 12 saint moved her butt lazily on the chair and changed to a more comfortable sitting position. The big foreign boy said slowly: "You can call me a drug addict or an alcoholic, don't call me a murderer." The card will do."

"No." The woman in position four thought quickly, "If the saint takes poison, at least one of the astrology and empathy information will be true..."

Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Meng Fuyou, who casually raised her hand: "No. 11 is nominated for the third position."

"What the hell?? You crazy woman saint, you dare to vote!??" The thief in position [-] was so startled that he almost bounced up.

"Otherwise, why do you think I want him to hit the saint?" Meng Fuyou sneered.

"VIP No. 11 is nominated by VIP No. 11, starting from the right hand side of NO. Follow the process.

"Don't, don't, don't even raise your hands! Damn it!" The man in the seventh position was in a hurry, jumping on the left and right, but the No. 12 on the right of the No. 13 position was the first to vote without hesitation , while holding a slender hand, the other hand is still playing with the hair.

"What are you doing! It's over and I'm going to punch the ticket, crazy!!" The man in the seventh position completely lost his expression control, and pressed his hands on both sides of his cheeks uncontrollably.

NO.11 himself appears to be much calmer than him. The man knows in his heart that the status of a saint is here. If he is not a person with a very firm heart, he will not be able to take this step at all. The multiple killing of the information bit was nailed to death, and there was still room for it.

Sure enough, thirteen people cast only five votes in one round, namely the priest at No.13, the bell ringer at No. [-], the magician at No. [-], the aphasic man at No. [-], and the wizard at No. [-]. .

Meng Fuyou leaned back in the seat and sneered lightly.

If the number of votes is not more than half, it is not enough to be eliminated directly, and there will be a countdown time.

"No. 11 distinguished guests received five votes. Are there any other nominations?" the doll deacon asked warmly.

"Yes, yes, wait a moment, wait a moment!" Number seven hurriedly said, his forehead was sweating, and the heart that was about to pop out of his mouth finally fell back a little bit. The number of votes is not more than half, otherwise the rules will determine that No. 11 will be eliminated directly, and there will be no chance of recovery.

Panting with lingering fear, he wiped off his sweat, glanced at the few people who had voted just now, nodded and said, "You guys are crazy, I'm so fucking unlucky to get you."

The puppet manager responded with a smile: "Okay, please make the nomination as soon as possible."

Although NO.11 was not eliminated immediately, the scene seemed to be at an impasse, and no one could propose a specific direction.

"Ah... uh... um..."

A slightly abrupt voice broke the rigorous atmosphere. Everyone looked at the source of the voice and found that it was the man in the second position. Normal look.

Meng Fuyou was sitting next to him, and he could see it very clearly. The man was arched, his posture was already a little distorted in the seat, his nails turned dark purple, and gray hairs were blown out from between his nails.

"Ah... ah..." The man looked like a mentally ill patient, his eyes scrutinizing and guarding everyone on the table.

"Why does he look crazy?" The man in number one was also close and was looking at him with his head tilted. At this moment, the man in number two suddenly burst into flames. He struggled on the chair with his arms flailing wildly. The man in No. [-] was taken aback, "Fuck, why is this a Wu lunatic."

The man in position two has grown sharp animal long nails, scratching frantically on the table in the conference room, pulling out hideous and messy scratches, his eyeballs have turned a cloudy yellow, and his pupils have become thinner , and then suddenly hugged his head and screamed, looking very painful.

"He, his head..." The red-haired woman in the eighth seat covered her mouth in surprise, she saw the head of the man in the second seat change shape at a speed visible to the naked eye, the mouth began to protrude outwards, and the browbones parted Widening, these changes tore the skin, and many gray hairs overflowed from the cracks, which looked particularly creepy.

The man in the second position can no longer speak, and only keeps making strange noises. The corners of his mouth with sharp teeth are drooling because he can't close it. But time and time again, he was knocked back by the railing on the seat.

"I think he may be in some negative state." The woman in the fourth position half-closed her eyes a little bit in disbelief.

"It does. Fortunately, he was chained to the conference table. If he is released, he might eat people." The man at number seven suddenly suggested, "I don't have a clue now anyway. It doesn't look like you will follow the ticket, and the ticket has been abolished, why don't you take the number two ticket today, so we can wait for an extra day for the information?"

The No. 11 man echoed: "I think it's okay, anyway, the gardener is only useful for the first night."

The few other people who did not vote for the saints also hit it off. After all, it is much better to play an irrelevant gardener's card than if the true saints are all finished together if they vote wrong.

"Excuse me, are there any VIPs who want to be nominated? If not, No. 11 VIPs will be out." The puppet deacon was not affected by the change in the second position, and began to urge.

"Yes, here we come." The man in the seventh position quickly responded: "The seventh position nominates the second position."

Puppet Deacon: "VIP No. [-] nominates VIP No. [-]. Start from the right side of VIP No. [-]. If you agree to vote, please raise your hand."