Non-Human Seeking Re-employment

The curly-haired girl felt regretful in her heart.

After listening to the rules the butler said, she thought that she could kill Zhou Wenyan by the butler's hand, but she didn't expect that the butler would reject her, and now she was in trouble.

Shen Dongqing had already voted for her as the executioner.

She had no choice but to vote back to Shen Dongqing, otherwise she would just stand there and wait to die.

Now it's up to Black Hat's choice.

The curly-haired woman stared intently at the black hat.

Half of the face of the black hat is hidden under the shadow: "Actually, there is no benefit for us to have conflicts."

This sentence instantly gave the curly-haired girl hope.

She swallowed and said, "The three of us are now in a team. Killing each other will only allow others to take advantage. If you can take back that vote, so can I..."

The black hat said the second half of the sentence: "But it is really important to remove unstable factors." He raised his eyes and smiled politely at Shen Dongqing, "I agree with your choice."

Before the curly-haired girl could react for a while, the housekeeper couldn't wait to say: "The executioner's blade has finally fallen, and blood will flow like a river tonight."

The curly-haired girl screamed, "No!"

The night is receding gradually, and death is approaching step by step.

The curly-haired girl panicked, picked up the silver fork on the table and held it tightly in her hand, and looked defensively at Shen Dongqing who was sitting opposite.

The housekeeper sighed softly: "Death, execute."

The curly-haired girl thought that someone would do something to her, but when the night was over, she was still sitting on the edge of the table intact, as if the death sentence just now was just an illusion.

"Huh—" the curly-haired girl let out a sigh of relief, collapsed on the table, and murmured, "Is it really just a game..."

of course not.

The butler showed an inexplicable smile: "Someone died last night, please let the survivors present explain themselves."

The black hat pretended to be surprised and glanced at the people sitting at the round table, and asked, "Who is the deceased?"

The butler didn't answer.

Just then, a bell rang in the silent hall.

The players present looked over subconsciously, and saw that the curly-haired woman was pale and sweating all over. She held a silver fork in one hand and pointed at herself with the sharp side, and slowly sent the fork over.

"no no……"

The curly-haired girl desperately shook her head, trying to keep the fork away from herself, but her hands and feet seemed to be in constant motion, and she was firmly nailed to the chair. She glanced like a marionette, and slowly but firmly pierced the fork into her trachea.

The curly-haired girl trembled because of the severe pain, and a painful cry was squeezed out of her chest.

Under the watchful eyes of other players, the curly-haired girl suffocated to death.

The housekeeper seemed to be singing a poem: "The executioner's blade is already stained with blood, who will be next...?"

Everyone avoided the butler's gaze.

The butler didn't care at all, and bent down to salute: "Please start defending yourself."

The first one is the Broken Arm Girl.

After witnessing that scene just now, the broken-arm girl was still a little flustered, and she started with a sentence: "It's not me."

Then he sorted out his thoughts and said, "Now we still have twelve people, three of whom are executioners, with a one-quarter probability. I think we can make a blind guess first, and vote out a suspicious person first."

"I vote black hat."

The second person to speak was a girl, she was the companion of the Broken Arm Girl, so needless to say, she must have voted the black hat along with her.

The suspected black hat didn't panic at all: "When the deceased was killed just now, I have been observing everyone, and found a man who seemed particularly panicked."

He looked up at a man in a white shirt.

The man really looked uncomfortable.

succeeded.

The black hat's face was covered by shadows, and it was difficult for others to detect his emotions. He curled his lips and said "idiot" coldly in his heart.

In this game, the executioner has a high probability of winning.

The executioner knew that those were the victims. Under the situation of unequal information, the victims seemed to be blindfolded and running around in the room, and they might die at any time.

However, when the executioner can come out to mislead others, and he will die because of his identity, the two camps are completely opposed, and there is no possibility of cooperation.

The black hat swept over Shen Dongqing and Zhou Wenyan calmly.

Shen Dongqing seemed to have noticed something, and frowned slightly.

The black hat withdrew its gaze, raised its hand and pressed the brim of the hat: "I forgot to mention that in the last world, I had a little conflict with this lady, so it is understandable that this lady voted for me."

"But I want to say, don't bring personal grievances into this dangerous game, you still have to make a correct judgment."

There are now two suspected executioners.

One is a black hat and the other is a white shirt.

After having the goal, the next player only needs to choose the correct one among them.

When it was time for the white shirt, he couldn't wait to defend himself: "I did this because I was afraid! Obviously this person is even more suspicious, okay?"

He pointed to the black hat and said.

But obviously, this is not convincing.

Now three people have voted for black hats, seven people have voted for white shirts, one of them has abstained, and there is only one vote left, which can declare a person's life or death.

Without any hope, the white shirt slumped on the chair and murmured: "It's not me, I don't want to die..."

Steward: "Let the last survivor defend himself."

The eyes of all players are focused on the last person.

Zhou Wenyan did not defend or analyze, but said to the butler: "As a butler, you will meet all the requirements of the guests, right?"

The butler's expression changed slightly, and he quickly covered it up and said respectfully, "Yes, guest."

Zhou Wenyan nodded.

The butler urged: "Please make an excuse."

Zhou Wenyan said: "This game lacks a very critical identity, and it is difficult for us to find out the executioner."

Prophet, anyone who has played Werewolf knows that the role of the prophet in the game is very important.

There is no prophet in this game, and the role of the prophet is to check everyone's identity during each round of night time, and then guide the survivors to vote after the night time is over.

And now there are no prophets.

Everyone's identity is a mystery, and they can only guess blindly. With a [-]/[-] probability, coupled with the executioner's misleading, it is easy to cause manslaughter.

Three against ten.

It seems that the number of people is relatively large, but in fact, the executioner will always have the advantage.

The butler smiled and said, "It's only the second round now, so don't be discouraged."

Zhou Wenyan raised his eyebrows: "So... I won't play anymore."

The butler's face darkened.

The other players were worried that the housekeeper would turn against him if they disagreed, so they were as quiet as a chicken and didn't say a word.

Only Shen Dongqing lifted the plate together: "I don't play anymore."

The housekeeper glanced at the two men sullenly, his voice seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth: "Are you sure?"

Shen Dongqing: "Sure."

Zhou Wenyan leaned back and leaned back on the chair: "This is the guest's request, end this game."

The hall was very quiet, only the sound of shallow breathing sounded one after another.

The butler said: As a butler, he will meet the requirements of the guests.

So Zhou Wenyan made a request to end the game.

There is nothing wrong with this logic.

But the key is...Whether the butler will meet this request.

Ding--

In the silence, there was a sudden sound of something falling to the ground, and one of the girls almost jumped up in fright.

She turned her head and saw that the fork stuck in the curly-haired girl's throat had fallen off.

At some point, two maids came over, one of them grabbed the curly-haired girl's arm and dragged her out, leaving a long bloodstain on the ground.

The butler finally said, "Of course, it's just a small request. As long as it's a guest's request, I can satisfy it."

"Then... the game is over."

The voice fell.

The other players were a little confused.

It was a deadly game, and they were still analyzing it for a long time, holding the idea that they would die at any time, how could it be over when it was over?

The black hat reacted the fastest: "Then can we see Her Majesty the Queen?"

The housekeeper was a little reluctant, but still said, "Of course."

After three horrific rounds of games, it was finally possible to see the face of Her Majesty the Queen.

It's just that the butler said that Her Majesty the Queen is still preparing and will not appear until the clock strikes seven.

So a group of players sat in the lobby.

The broken-armed woman asked: "Can Her Majesty really let us out of this game?"

The black hat snorted twice: "Maybe."

Others pressed: "Maybe what?"

Black Hat: "I've only heard of it, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes."

The white shirt that escaped the catastrophe seemed a little more relaxed: "Of course the people who go out will not be able to see them again. This bullshit game is so tortured, I really don't want to stay any longer!"

His words struck a chord with the other players, and they happily began cursing the game.

Shen Dongqing did not join them, but sat in a corner with Zhou Wenyan.

Shen Dongqing was a little sleepy, yawned, leaned on Zhou Wenyan's shoulder, and whispered, "They said they can go out."

Zhou Wenyan put his arm around the man's shoulder and said casually, "I don't believe it."

clang clang-

When the wall clock on the wall struck seven, the heavy and tall door was slowly pushed open.

The first to walk in were two waiters, one opened the way ahead, and the other carefully supported a woman.

That should be Her Majesty the Queen.

The title Her Majesty Queen sounds old-fashioned, but she is really just a teenage girl, slender, wearing a gorgeous gown, embellished with luxurious lace and delicate gemstones.

The black hat stood up, put his right hand on his chest, and bent down: "Your Majesty the Queen."

Her Majesty the Queen nodded slightly, passed him, and walked towards the center of the hall.

She didn't sit among the players, but walked up two steps and sat on a pure white throne.

"I'm very glad that you can come to Dream Paradise." Her Majesty the Queen spoke. It was clearly a young girl's face, but the voice was decayed and old.

"Dream Paradise has always been hospitable. Are you satisfied with the previous games?"

The players looked at each other.

satisfaction?

There were a total of 36 people when they came, but now there are only twelve left, and the death rate is more than half. If it weren't for the presence of the two big bosses, there might not even be such people.

This game is not for ordinary people to play.

Her Majesty awaited an answer.

The players had no choice but to laugh dryly and said, "Satisfied, very satisfied."

Her Majesty smiled and said, "That's really great. In order to thank everyone for coming here, I can grant one of your wishes."

She paused and added, "Anything is fine."

Visible to the naked eye, the players became excited.

Anything can mean that you can make a wish and leave the game.

Bai Shirt couldn't wait to stand up: "I don't want to play this game anymore, I want to go home."

Everyone else was staring at Her Majesty, for fear that she would refuse the request.

Her Majesty did not refuse, but agreed briskly: "Yes."

Her Majesty the Queen beckoned, and a maid came to the side of the white shirt and said respectfully, "Please come with me."

Bai Shirt was almost dazzled by joy, and followed the maid out without asking anything.

He walked briskly, as if looking forward to returning home.

After the figure in the white shirt disappeared, the long-lost notification sounded in the ears of the rest of the players.

[The player's white shirt leaves the player's identity and regains his freedom]

Originally, there were some players who were afraid that this was another game trap, but now that there is a system to prove it, their worries are gone in an instant, and everyone is staring at Her Majesty the Queen with fiery eyes.

Someone stood up and asked to leave the game.

Her Majesty the Queen agreed.

The system notification sounded one by one, and the players walked out like a stream of water.

All of a sudden, there were only four people left, Shen Dongqing, Zhou Wenyan, the black hat, and the girl who played the Little Mermaid before.

The girl actually wanted to go home, but she subconsciously felt that she should follow in the footsteps of the boss, and wait for the boss to leave before she left. Anyway, she was not in a hurry.

Her Majesty's eyelashes trembled, and her gaze fell on the person below: "Do you have any other wishes?"

The black hat came here with the wish of the queen from the beginning, but it has been held back until now.

He glanced at the remaining people, and finally walked out: "May I ask, Your Majesty, can your wish really free players from the control of the infinite nightmare game?"

After hearing his question, Her Majesty's lips curled up slightly: "Of course, I have always been generous."

The black hat was a little relieved, and put forward a more complete request: "I want to get rid of the control of the infinite nightmare game, get rid of the identity of the player, and return to the real world."

Her Majesty the Queen is aloof, and no matter what requests the people below make, they graciously agreed.

"I allow it," she said, staring at the black hat.

The black hat breathed a sigh of relief, and followed the maid out.

There were only three people left in that hall.

The girl asked softly: "Boss, don't you two make a wish?"

Zhou Wenyan looked up at the queen and asked, "What will happen if you don't make a wish?"

Her Majesty seemed a little puzzled: "My invitation letter is very precious. I think no one will miss this opportunity."

Zhou Wenyan did not hesitate: "I will."

Her Majesty was choked up for a moment, but she still maintained an elegant posture: "If you don't make a wish... I will send you away after visiting Dream Paradise."

Zhou Wenyan stood up: "Then go visit."

Shen Dongqing followed him closely.

The girl said in surprise, "Are you really not making a wish?"

Zhou Wenyan: "No need." He kindly said, "I suggest you don't either."

After all, he has played so many games and knows the essence of this stupid game.

The game especially likes to play word games, and a sentence of Chinese characters can have many meanings. For example, who said that leaving the player identity is equivalent to leaving the game?

Zhou Wenyan didn't remind those players, because before leaving the game, they were already in a state of magic, and they wouldn't believe it.

In the death game, even if there is only a [-]% possibility of leaving, some people are willing to give it a try.

Girls are in a dilemma.

To be honest, she didn't want to give up this rare opportunity.

After all, this game is not a play, but a real life-threatening game. She survived until now through good luck, and passed death many times.

Who wouldn't want to leave?

Girl: "But, don't be such a pity..."

Shen Dongqing looked at her sideways: "I didn't stop you from making a wish."

The girl hesitated.

Her Majesty looked at the girl kindly, and her voice was full of temptation: "Come on, no matter what your request is, I can satisfy you. What do you want?"

The girl seemed to be confused: "I...I want..."

Her Majesty: "Good boy, go ahead."

The girl struggled a bit, but decided to let herself indulge in the dream: "I want to go home..."

Her Majesty the Queen slowly stepped down from the throne, took the girl's hand, and walked towards the corridor outside the hall, with a gentle voice: "My good boy, Dream Paradise will be your home from now on."

In a trance, the girl seemed to see her parents, whom she had not seen for a long time, standing not far away.

Dad looked serious, but his eyes were slightly red, and his mother took her hand and said, "Daughter, it's time to go home for dinner. Mom made your favorite coke chicken wings..."

The girl hugged her mother and wept with joy.

dream paradise.

Make dreams come true.

Her Majesty let go of her hand, and the girls around her gradually stiffened, their skin became woody, their arms elongated and sprouted, and finally became a beauty tree.

She died in a sweet dream.

"Two more," said Her Majesty.

The housekeeper lowered his head respectfully: "Those two are more...difficult."

Her Majesty spread out her feather fan and covered the corners of her lips: "No one would want to leave Dream Paradise."