The Omniscient

The lights are going out, anyway, let's block the door first. The magician said with a helpless expression.

Needless to say, everyone removed the beds from the cells and piled them up at the gate.

At this moment, the battery above his head was completely drained and the whole prison was plunged into darkness.

Whether you give up the first way of life or not, we also have to have lighting, let's go back and charge! the magician shouted.

Then there are the voices of various people smearing walking.

However, only three minutes after each returned to the cell, an electronic voice sounded on the radio: No. 3, one vote for being reported.

The young man in the middle who was pedaling a bicycle was shocked.

Someone has already reported... No. 3? Was it the vote number?

The young people with the middle score have never entered the anonymous reporting room, and they do not know that they voted to kill others because they voted for the other party's number.

But think about it, each number has a right to vote. Since this voting method is linked to the number, it must be the number that kills the vote.

I remember No. 3...it's that skilled girl. The middle-aged youth thought, jumped off the bicycle, and ran to find Huang Ji.

As early as after the first level was over, everyone got the number plate, and everyone who cared remembered everyone's number. Maybe some people don't remember, but the middle-pointed youth is not among them.

He carried everyone's numbers on his back. No. 1 and No. 2 were in the hands of gangsters. No. 3 was a wheaten beauty. No. 4 was a magician. Alan, No. 9 Huang Ji, No. 10 Lao Wang, No. 11 is himself, No. 12 is a black-haired girl.

No. 3, was reported with two votes...three votes...four votes...

Fuck, so fast! The middle-aged youth came to the stairs.

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind.

The youth of the middle score turned back suddenly, but heard Huang Ji's voice: You don't need to vote, give me the sign, you can go back and continue to ride the bicycle.

This...why? That skilled girl is an unjust prisoner. Isn't it beneficial to us to throw her to death? There are seven perpetrators in total. If the two of us do not vote, there are only five of us. Even if the gangster is also a perpetrator, then There are only six votes, you can't vote for that skilled girl! The middle-pointed youth whispered.

It takes seven votes to vote for the dead, and there are seven criminals in total. If he and Huang Ji don't vote, the criminals will not have enough votes.

Huang Ji sneered: Who said it's not enough, do you believe that No. 3 was voted nine votes?

Huh? The middle-aged youth was puzzled.

At this moment, the broadcast announced that someone had voted again: No. 3, five votes, six votes were reported...

The young man in the middle said in a low voice: Six votes, this is the limit of criminals, but there is still one vote...

No. 3, seven votes were reported! Eight votes! Nine votes! The broadcast suddenly reported three votes in a row!

What! The middle-aged youth was shocked.

boom!

At the same time, there was an explosion from the red building opposite, and a fire in the dark came from the front of a room next to the stairs, which was the reporting room.

In other words, someone was voting in the whistleblower room and was directly bombed to death.

How can No. 3 have nine votes! So... at least three wronged prisoners voted for her! I understand! The middle-pointed youth said in a low voice,

Suddenly realized.

What do you understand? Huang Ji laughed.

It turns out that there are a total of four unjust prisoners. Because the wheat-colored beauty exposed herself, she didn't need to protect her at all, so her other three companions simply gave up on her and shot her to death! The middle-pointed youth analyzed.

Huang Ji shook his head and said, You are on the first floor.

You even got the dead wrong. The dead... was the drunk.

The middle-aged youth said in amazement, Huh?

Huang Ji said calmly: That's why I said, you don't understand this game at all! Do you think it's easy, pull the camp to vote?

Isn't it? The middle-aged youth pondered.

Huang Ji said, How do you know that No. 3 is her?

The young man with a middle score was startled and said in a low voice, I remember it very clearly! I have written down everyone's number, there is absolutely nothing wrong!

Huang Ji smiled and said, Won't you change it?

Huh? The middle-aged young man was stunned.

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As early as when the rules were introduced, the rich started the market, betting on who died first, and then watching various dramas.

On the big screen, there are many monitors, and each monitor is tracking a person. No matter where the person goes, the camera will quickly cut through.

Each rich man can also use a tablet computer to focus on other cameras around a person to observe someone from multiple angles.

The rich can also look up someone's profile to determine who will die quickly.

When Alan showed his force, many rich people had already checked his information and found that he was an ordinary mercenary who was expelled for selling information about his own mercenary group. Now he was banned by the industry and lived solely on savings and loans.

Although ordinary, it is still very powerful to deal with these lower-class people.

However, there are not many rich people who regard him as a seed player, because he is full of emotions, and even exposes his force prematurely, which is very easy to be targeted.

Many rich people have judged based on experience that this kind of person will die very quickly, not the first to die, but also the second and third...

When Alan beat the gangster with one punch, many rich people bet some money on him, betting that he would be the first to die.

Afterwards, when everyone drew their identities, and then all took out their identity cards for wrongful imprisonment, the rich people burst into laughter.

Hahaha, here we come! Classic scene! It's the same identity as all members again.

How many times?

This magician is so annoying, let's throw him to death quickly.

Hehe, you haven't paid attention to the magician at all, have you? He has already thought of a lot of things.

When people get together, they can also discuss and discuss.

Once spread out, the rich mostly spy on their own tablets, and wear headphones to watch people they're interested in.

Every rich person pays attention to different people and has different perspectives.

Although they can cut the camera everywhere, when people are separated, they often talk or make small actions at the same time. It is impossible for any rich person to understand the behavior of everyone at the same time.

Generally, pay attention to two or three.

The host and his assistants, of course, will all stare to death, but they will not reveal the information they have not seen to the rich to ensure the fairness of the game.

That is to say, the gambling among the rich is also skillful, and it is necessary to analyze what they see each other, and then produce poor intelligence.

For example, Huang Ji subdued the keyboard warrior and showed amazing psychological analysis ability, only a small group of rich people noticed!

Because at the same time, there are other people doing things, and many rich people's cameras are focusing on other places, but not Huang Ji and keyboard warriors. After all, these two people are very low-key.

Most of the rich people are concerned about magicians, Alan, and women with blonde hair.

As everyone knows, this is also Huang Ji's plan. He deliberately made Alan show his force and attract hatred. On the surface, he became the target of public criticism, but he was actually trying to win attention.

In this game, every horse can also be regarded as an anchor.

Huang Ji made Alan dance like this, and at the same time, he was also in control of the off-court, and then indirectly affected the betting table.

Whoever has performed more and who has done more will naturally follow and follow him more. After all, they are not gambling with their eyes closed. By tracking some of the dominant players from their perspective, they can make their gambling success more likely.

From time to time, the evil dragon will win over some people to make extra small bets, such as who will be the first to get off the bike when everyone is pedaling. For example, who is the person who insists on riding a bicycle to the end? For example, how many minutes will everyone pedal in total, and then stop.

In short, if you catch anything, you can bet.

Evil dragons gossip, mainly targeting Cho'Gath, and often engage in such small bets.

There is no doubt that he always bet right, because Huang Ji is reminding him.

Huang Ji discussed with him a lot of gestures and secret words. In addition to speaking, the small movements of flicking his fingers and tapping his pockets were also conveying information.

Other symbols are thought to be some small movements, and they pass by at a glance, and they don't think much at all.

But for the evil dragon, this is actually Huang Ji constantly prompting him with various small answers. Something like 'drunk will be the first to be lazy', or something like 'everyone will stop after 20 minutes at most'.

Based on this, the dragon set up a gambling game and made a lot of money. He would even draw inferences from one fact, guessing that Huang Ji must be the one who insisted on cycling to the end.

I bought it and left. The first deceased is about to appear. Those who want to bet can't be delayed. Give another ten seconds to the deadline. Host Jin said.

Damn, why are these people so harmonious? Or is there something wrong with the angle of my attention? This guy named Alan is a bastard! Some rich people don't know who to bet on. Time focused on Alan, but Alan didn't do anything at all. Occasionally, he said something and did something. He was also in public places. When gathering in the square, he said that he didn't do anything secretly at all.

Ehhh! This woman exposed herself!

Haha! I haven't seen self-exposure in years, this woman is a bit stupid.

She's dead, hurry up and bet!

Some rich people who didn't know much about how complicated this game was because Alan was a jerk. Before the deadline, they saw the wheat-colored beauty revealing herself, and they immediately put their money up.

Hey hey, you are going to lose money, have you forgotten the operations of some players in the past? A shrewd rich man laughed.

Hey, I know what you mean, don't take it too seriously, this is just the beginning, how do these people in the game know so much?

Really, then look at it. The few rich people smiled and said nothing.

When the time came to turn off the lights, the rich people in the dark observed through the perspective of infrared photography.

Waldfake? What is this magician doing?

Don't, this drunk...don't take it! Don't take it!

Wow! Yes, yes, these horse races are interesting! This magician has long thought of it!

...

The magician did an amazing thing.

I saw that in the dark, on the other side of the Red Chamber, the magician kept persuading the gangsters, Alan and the others not to vote for wheat-colored beauties.

Stay away from me! Alan didn't bother to pay attention to him and walked away.

The little gangster said: If we don't vote, are we waiting to die here? You want to protect her so much, do you mean that you are also an unjust prisoner?

The magician stepped up and said, There must be another way. Even if we vote, we shouldn't be so quick. In short, everyone should charge first, and then we will discuss it slowly.

Hey... The little gangster also walked away indifferently.

This time, in the corridor on the second floor, only the magician, the drunk, and the wheat-colored beauty were left.

The magician solemnly grabbed the drunk's shoulder and said, Don't vote, listen to me! Okay?

The drunk said: You are also a wronged prisoner... Why do you want to protect her like this?

I'm a criminal, but I'm in love with her, said the magician.

Well... The wheat-colored beauty covered her face and cried.

The drunk said: She's just a bitch. If you protect her like this, it will kill you in the end.

I'm willing to believe you, brother, I wanted to live with you, but if you want to protect her like this, I can only treat you as a wronged prisoner.

The magician let go of his hand, depressed.

The wheat-colored beauty seemed to have given up hope. She hugged the magician from behind: Kiss me.

A drunkard is struck by lightning, what the heck?

Then he heard the rustling of undressing, and the woman seemed to want to make out with the magician at the end.

The two walked into the cell next to them like this, and then the sound of vigorous movement quickly sounded from the bed.

The drunk man walked away cursing in the corridor.

At this moment, the radio sounded a reminder that No. 3 was voted.

The drunk stopped and suddenly thought of one thing: The magician took off his clothes. Is his number plate in his clothes? I remember it was lost in the corridor!

He immediately turned back and groped on the ground secretly. Sure enough, in the intense and affectionate voice in the cell, the drunk found the magician's suit, and there was a number plate in his pocket.

Nice! This way I have two votes!

The drunkard was secretly surprised, listening to the intimacy of the two, and couldn't help sneering: I thought you were very smart at first, but it seems that you are just an emotional guy, I accepted your number, this woman will kill you. , I'll help you solve her.

He took the magician's number plate and went to vote immediately.

At this time, the number of votes was rising, and the wheat-colored beauty cried: You go to vote too, stay away from me, don't be implicated by the bomb on my neck...

I'm sorry. The magician sighed.

When the drunk heard that he had walked out of the cell, it was obvious that the rising votes did not give them any time to survive.

The wheat-colored beauty said, You must live.

Yes... eh? Where's my brand? the magician said suddenly.

The drunk sneered, and had already opened the door and walked into the reporting room.

He looked at the 12th number on the voting machine, and resolutely took down the two numbers and pressed it on the 3rd.

The drunkard said silently in his heart: Wake up! This is a death game! Guys who are dazzled by the color, don't blame me for taking your brand.

As everyone knows, at the same time, the wheat-colored beauty, holding a number plate, also voted for No. 3 in the report room downstairs.

Broadcast three consecutive votes! Three nine votes to execute!

boom!

The collar on the neck of the drunk exploded!

The loud noise and flames attracted everyone, and the blue building leaned on the railing to look over, but because it was too dark, I only knew that someone was dead, but I didn't know who it was.

On the side of the Red Chamber, Alan and the gangster ran over following the sound of the explosion. In the darkness, Alan said, Who died?

The little gangster said: I can't see clearly, and it feels bloody and bloody.

Who else is there! Alan asked.

The magician came over and said, I'm here.

Immediately afterwards, the wheat-colored beauty said excitedly: I... I'm also there!

Are you still alive? Eh? The little gangster said in surprise, he didn't expect the dead person to be a drunk.

Alan said in a low voice, I see, you can change the number.

Change numbers? The little gangster was surprised.

But think about it, you can! Because voting is numbered, everyone has to take a numbered card to vote.

However, who is what number, although it has been decided after the first round, it is their own decision.

From the very beginning, when I was eating the buffet at the casino, the manager said: You can choose the number yourself.

The gangster scolded: The number is not fixed, I didn't have a number at first, and all five numbers were in the hands of the flat-headed man. Later, I picked up five, divided them into three, and there were two left, and I became one. Number two.

You thought of it so early! It's so sinister, in order to save this woman, you gave number three to that drunkard!

The magician said in a low voice, That's not the case. He stole this number himself.

The wheat-colored beauty defended: Don't talk nonsense, just now I pulled him to make out, and I took off my clothes on the ground, which gave the drunken a chance.

The little gangster sneered: Tsk tsk... It's more insidious. You are afraid that giving it to him directly will make him doubt your purpose and then think of your conspiracy.

So you deliberately gave him a chance to steal your number. In fact, you exchanged your number with this woman long ago.

So, even if the drunken imagined the possibility of changing numbers, in the dark, he would mistakenly think that he took your number four instead of this woman's number three! As a result, he voted for himself and died inexplicably!

The magician sighed: Oh, whatever you want to say, in short, the number he stole from himself, he died in his own greed.

No. 3 was executed, and he died. This means that the number can indeed be transferred to the host. Whether it is picked up or actively exchanged.

So... the four of us can work together.

The little gangster said, What cooperation?

I seemed to hear you say just now... His body was bloody to the touch? said the magician.

The punk was silent.

The magician said, That is to say, you just took away the three number cards from the corpse! In addition to your original two, you can now cast five votes by yourself.

The little gangster was furious. He was angry that the magician was wrong. He only drew two number cards just now! But the magician said he picked up three?

Nonsense... The gangster scolded, but hesitated for a moment.

Because at the beginning of the game, everyone said yes, no one is allowed to take other people's number cards, no matter what form! Otherwise, everyone will hit it!

This rule was established by himself!

Slot... The little gangster realized that the magician did not foul, because it was stolen by a drunk, and it was the drunk who fouled.

But he just touched two signs from the corpse, and now he admits that it is a handle!

In the future, the magician can always use this to mess with him!

I... grass mud horse, I didn't take it! The little gangster is stupid. He now has four brands, but he was framed for five brands, but he didn't dare to admit it.

Whether it's four or five, he'll be the target of all the criticism.

The magician said, Didn't you take it? Let's look for that fierce man together!

Alan smiled: Okay.

The two groped for a while, but they didn't find a sign on the drunk's body, and they groped all over the ground, but nothing.

Boy, you forgot that I didn't raise my hand before? Just admit it when you take it. I won't do it anyway. I don't care how many brands you have. How about I give you my brand too? Alan smiled , suddenly threw his brand into the hands of the little gangster.

The little bastard caught it instinctively, then was startled.

Huh? He realized that if the vote kills the brand holder, then no brand is actually the best!

If there is no brand, there is no number, no matter which one of 1~12 someone kills, it is useless!

This is equivalent to directly withdrawing from the most cruel voting to kill project. People without a brand name can neither vote for others nor be voted for by others!

Stand invincible!

Fake! You two! The little gangster reacted and broke out in a cold sweat.

He now has five cards in his hand, which is equivalent to five votes. It sounds awesome, but in fact, the probability of being voted is nearly half!

The so-called number card has become a hot potato in this round!

This is actually not a game of just voting to kill!

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