Hyperreal board game

As a result, when An Ge woke up, it was already the next morning.

He fell into a deep sleep, but it was Yizai who woke him up reluctantly because it was too late.

With the assistance of Yi Zai, he finished washing, put on a spare sweater, and rushed to the restaurant for dinner.Although he felt that it didn't matter if he didn't eat breakfast, he couldn't stop the boy from saying that he was hungry.

Most of the injury on his right arm has healed, and even the gnawed flesh has grown back, but he still can't move.Yizai found suitable linen clothes from the closet in the guest room yesterday, cut them into strips, sterilized them, and bandaged him properly. He also specially changed a few black velvet strips to hang around his neck.

When An Ge woke up, she found that her hair had black lines, and the reason Yizai gave was "it looks so good and not monotonous."

Considering how long it took the boy to get it done, he had no choice but to restrain the twitching corners of his mouth in the end, and said, "It's really pretty, thank you."

It was past 40:[-] when they arrived at the restaurant.There is no one in the restaurant, and the teapots and cups are busy, which makes it very lonely.

Food was not allowed to be taken out of the dining room, so they hurried through their meal and headed off to their usual assembly.

Today Alfred is wearing a dark blue satin skirt with a skirt embroidered with the sun, moon and stars, strange symbols, test tubes and beakers.

He also wears a pointed magic hat on his head and a pair of black round glasses. The microphone in his hand looks like a magic wand at first glance.

Even the shoes were replaced with pointed-toed cloth shoes, completely dressed like a medieval magician.

The entire hall was crowded with pink rabbits. Before An Ge and the two entered, the only player standing was Julian.

Although Little Curly was no longer tied up, the injury on his arm looked much more serious than that of An Ge, so he only had to bandage it roughly.

She looked terrible, kept a distance from everyone, half-kneeled and half-sat on the ground, and didn't even change the blood-stained clothes... She was almost confessing "I killed someone last night."

Almost at the same time as An Ge and the others came in, at exactly ten o'clock, it was as if the host of the sculpture had said quietly, "Now announce yesterday's death list."

Oreos, little white dragons and corpses that can't finish drinking are released in sequence on the screen.

The Oreo is only a pile of black charcoal, and the little white dragon is only left with bones, which can't be finished... Only half of the head is left - the upper half, and everything below the ear is gone.

Yizi frowned: "That's not right."

At the same time, An Ge: "That's not right."

The two people's thoughts were synchronized, Yi Zai was very excited, An Ge was also surprised, and nodded appreciatively at the same time: "You talk first."

Encouraged, Yi Zai spoke with great confidence: "How can you die if you can't drink it all? There must be something wrong."

An Ge covered her face: "...Why would I expect him."

Of course, he had no choice but to hide this sentence in his heart, and said instead: "He must have sneaked out. Besides, the problem is not here, but the host's style of painting today is not right."

The beautiful girl who always does her best to achieve 100 points in her career as an idol, always maintains a full mood and mobilizes the atmosphere of the scene, no, the beautiful boy, today has been very quiet from the beginning.

Apart from the necessary calm explanation, there were no extra words, and there was no smile on his face, like a puppet.It gives people the feeling that speaking louder is a waste of energy.

Yi Zai guessed, "Maybe he wants to change his avatar today?"

An Ge said: "Although it's possible, it's very awkward. His clothes change every day, but his personality never changes, but today he suddenly changed... There may be some reason. Let's observe again."

So Yizai tried hard to stare at the host.

According to the broadcast of the host, Oreo was found in the restaurant, Little White Dragon was found in the "passage outside Faust's prison", and the unfinished drink was found in the "library hall of origin".

An Ge and Yizai exchanged glances, and at the same time noticed that Julian shook his head.

The expression seemed to be pity, not denying anything.

In the quiet hall, Little Curly's laughter gradually resounded.From low to high, from low dumb to high pitched, her shoulders kept shaking, and she began to laugh unscrupulously.

"What the hell are you doing! Ah! Obviously I am the killer, but all of you are much quicker than me. Killers don't want to lose face."

The little curly hair hung her head, and the blood-clot-stained curly hair hung down heavily, covering half of her face, "In the end...the only person I killed was the friend I grew up with."

There were no gentlemen present who were particularly sympathetic, but they all looked at the girl coldly.What's more, from a standpoint, if the little curly hair is alive, it means that everyone else is wiped out, so there is no room for sympathy for her.

She died as silently as if she had died, and Alfred finally spoke, "May I ask the player to fend for himself, Little Curly, do you confirm that you have actively exposed your identity?"

Little curly sneered: "It's all like this, what difference does it make if I expose it or not"

Alfred did not respond to her questioning, but continued to ask: "Are you sure?"

The little curly hair glanced at the people present one by one from under the messy bangs, as if giving up, he lowered his head and said, "Confirm."

Alfred continued to say in a calm and flat tone: "Then, the execution begins."

The screen switched, and the little curly who had just entered the castle was telling ghost stories. The girl on the screen had sharp eyes and an aggressive smile. She was a savage girl on par with immortals.

He was completely different from the disheveled, bloodied and filthy figure in front of him.

She was telling a very old-fashioned ghost story. Accompanied by the ending, there was a crisp sound, and her head was forced 180 degrees by an invisible force, and she fell down silently.

If it were the previous Alfred, he would have been singing and dancing very excitedly, but now he just announced in a flat manner: "Congratulations, everyone, for finding the real killer. You can rest easy from now on. You can choose to end the game immediately, Or stay for two more days and continue searching for the treasure."

Julian spoke first: "I choose to continue."

Yizi turned to An Ge: "Brother Clay, let's end the game."

An Ge just shook his head, "Wait a minute."

He walked up to Julian, and said while thinking, "There are still problems that have not been resolved, don't leave if you can't finish drinking, how did you die?"

Yi Zai followed behind him, and asked suspiciously: "Didn't he die in the library? Then he must have answered the question wrong, so he died."

An Ge observed the change in Julian's expression, "If a person who can't finish drinking is so cautious, if he is not more than [-]% sure, how dare he challenge the quiz? Let's talk about it. Our actions are not deliberately kept secret. If we can't finish drinking at the time It is also possible to get the answers to the three questions by following us all the time. Then, in this way, it would be strange to die after drinking too much."

Julian sighed: "You are really suspicious, Clay, I heard that love will never last, and Huiji will be hurt? Thinking too much is easy to lose your hair."

An Ge didn't answer his question, and continued: "Forget it, then I'll just say the conclusion first, you killed me if I couldn't finish drinking?"

Julian applauded softly, "As expected of the man I fancy, how did you guess it?"

Yizi: "What did you say?! What do you fancy?"

An Ge pressed Yizi's arm, "I've been suspicious since you exchanged clues with us. No matter how familiar the player is with the mod, it's impossible to affect the emergence of new clues. Faust's diary appeared because of this. ...This is something that only NPCs can do."

Julian smiled and looked at him with sparkling eyes, as if he had seen some interesting toy, showing great interest, "So? What conclusion did you draw from this?"

An Ge looked at him: "Do you want me to say it or say it yourself?"

Julian: "If possible, I would rather hear you call my name with a beautiful voice."

An Ge ignored him, turned to Yi Zai and said, "I'll tell you a few clues, you come and guess who he is."

Yizai nodded repeatedly.

So An Ge began to give clues: "First of all, his existence is completely chaotic."

Yi Zai: "So that's the case, he is that motorcycle!"

An songs:……

Julian: ...

Alfred: ...

An Ge: "I haven't given you the clue yet, how did you guess it..."

Yizai human and animal touched the back of his head harmlessly: "When it comes to chaos, isn't it a demon? The only demon involved in this mod is that motorcycle."

Julian: "It's Mephisto!"

Yi Zai: "It doesn't matter about such small things."

Some veins inevitably appeared on Julian's smiling face, and he looked very angry.

An Ge pretended not to see it, cleared his throat and continued, "Although it's useless...but let's explain. The confusion I mean is that he is a player, but With the function of NPC, this kind of confusion of identity positioning. This is the first point. Second, Yizi, you are naturally disgusted with him, and even reacted a little too much, as if it came from an instinctive sense of hostility. Third, he used to Tell you, you are the same kind. I think he started talking about the same kind after being punched by you, maybe when the fists touched, he noticed your other identity."

Demons are always more sensitive to demons than other races, and Yue Zimoli, who ran away in a fit of anger when asked, was something that Julian could never have imagined... a cheat.

An Ge suddenly felt strong fear and incomparable luck.If it wasn't for Yizi...if it was only him, he would have been completely chilled.

He asked, "You... no, Mephisto, how many times have you entered this mod?"

The handsome devil who was finally able to reveal his true identity had even lost the last trace of his disguise. His smile was full of evil and malice, and he lightly tapped the back of his hand with his fingers, "Who would count such a trivial matter? You and this kid are proud enough, Maybe it will be the only flying insect to escape from my trap."

An Ge smiled, "So confident? I'm afraid you're going to make a mistake."

Mephisto checked his arms. He happened to be standing with his back to the stage, his eyes glanced back and forth between the two people, and he raised his eyebrows curiously, "Oh? Do you have any cards?"