My Iyashikei Game Chapter 723: It doesn’t matter who the murderer is

The latest website: Enter the paradise of life, go through the maze of memory, experience countless choices of human nature, and finally come to the hotel in the depths of despair.

Every passenger who visits late at night has his own identity and represents something. They will choose the person who can live in the rules formulated by the black box.

"Everyone has the right to let others live, but the price is that they cannot control their own destiny, and the way of life is in the hands of others.

Han Fei lowered his head, blood oozes from the edge of the mask, the burning pain has not disappeared, and his face is growing together with the mask. "What will happen if we don't choose? We don't need to care about a murderer. Of course, the premise is that he is just a murderer." The woman didn't want everyone to be led away by the murderer, but she kept silent The innkeeper spoke at this time.

"At least one thing, the murderer is right, the black mist is becoming more and more viscous, and the tide it forms is slowly submerging the hotel. If the hotel is destroyed, the fate of all of us should be the same as those who were forced to Almost as many people leave the hotel.”

"Death?" There are two options before everyone, either die or follow the murderer's words.

The clock on the wall ticks, and every time the minute hand moves, the atmosphere in the house becomes more oppressive.

"Why don't we try to follow what the murderer said first? Looking at the text message he left, the murderer's mental state is very unstable, and all of this may be his fantasy." The magician sat on the sofa, playing Looking at the puppets on his body, he didn't look up at anyone, as if he was talking to those puppets.

No. The police officer refused decisively. He stared at the magician: "Everyone, calm down. There is a poker card left in the sleeve of the deceased. The magician is very suspected of committing the crime."

Large!"

"I'm a paradise magician, not a clown. A clown playing card can't prove anything." He raised his head for the first time, but instead of looking at the policeman, he stood up and looked at the dumb man in the corner The girl goes. Seeing someone approaching, the child became even more frightened, helpless and pitiful, like an abandoned kitten.

I am a very enthusiastic person and I also like to get along with children. The magic tricks I originally designed were purely to amuse children. "He squatted in front of the girl, took off a puppet hanging from his body, and put it in the girl's arms.

'Can you tell me your name? I'll write your name later so you can leave alive. "The magician turned his back to everyone, no one could see what he was doing to the girl, only his voice could be heard.

About ten seconds later, the girl reached out and drew a small flower on the muddy wall. "Are you called Hua?

The girl nodded mechanically, and the fear in her eyes was much less, replaced by confusion.

"Okay, I know." The magician touched the girl's head: "Children are hope and the future. If there is only one of us left alive, I think that person should be you." /

No matter how others choose, the magician seems to have discussed it with the girl, and after doing this, he returned to his original position.

The middle-aged screenwriter blatantly challenged the authority of the police officer, and the magician even ignored the police officer's suggestion. The police officer who thought he could control the situation smoothly now looked unhappy.

Time passed by one minute and one second, and when the clock on the wall pointed to twenty-three fifty-five, everyone heard the sound of raindrops. The black rain is getting heavier and heavier, as if it wants to destroy this building where countless crimes are buried.

Big-sized raindrops hit the outer wall of the hotel, and everyone looked out of the window. The black mist and black rain continued together, and the whole world was constantly collapsing, pressing towards them.

"Are you sure you don't do what the murderer said? Don't you want everyone to be together

Dead?" The magician did not shy away from others, he took down a puppet hanging from his heart, picked up the pen on the dining table, and wrote the word "flower" on it.

"I hope this black box can understand my thoughts." The magician picked up the puppet and threw it into the black box: "I want her to be the last one alive.

The puppet fell into the black box and disappeared without a sound. Other passengers in the room looked at the magician in amazement.

Bringing others a way out is the only bargaining chip in everyone's hands to ensure their own survival, but the magician used it without hesitation. It seems that he really did as he said, hoping that the child can live to the end.

After he made his choice, the girl in the corner stood up unsteadily, lowered her head, and put a piece of paper into the black box.

"The child probably didn't vote voluntarily. We don't know the real name of the magician, but the girl just threw out the prepared card. I suspect that the magician hypnotized the child and made her do things against her will." It's something." Kuang Xiao squinted his eyes, he was extremely confident and calm, it seemed that he really just came to play the game, and after the game was over, he would kill everyone.

"Maybe we don't need to know each other's name, as long as we confirm the image of the other party in our hearts, voting should be considered valid." The magician pointed to his brain: "If you don't believe me, you can vote. When you write that When the paper with the other party’s name is thrown into the black box, there will be a special feeling, as if the soul of that person has been thrown into the abyss.”

'You know a lot. "The police officer talked less, and the feeling became more dangerous. "The person we choose will be reborn, why does it feel like throwing the other party into the abyss?" The middle-aged screenwriter was a little puzzled, and he took it out of his pocket. I took out a pen and paper, quickly wrote down a name, and threw it into the black box.

When the piece of paper fell into the black box, the middle-aged screenwriter was in a daze, and he looked back and laughed wildly.

Someone raised a head, and everyone began to vote, apparently forgetting the police officer's previous warning.

After the screenwriters voted, Mang Xiao also walked to the dining table, he wrote down a name, and threw it into the black box.

"Hey." The innkeeper sighed softly. He and the innkeeper walked forward together and wrote each other's names.

"You will regret it." Seeing that everyone had voted, the policeman couldn't sit still, and walked directly to the middle-aged woman. It seemed that he wanted to persuade each other, and the two voted for each other's names .

However, contrary to the expectations of the police officers, the middle-aged woman directly shook her head and refused. She wrapped the name she just wrote in a ball of paper and threw it into the black box.

Then Han Fei also walked to the dining table and put the note with his wife in the black box.

Everyone started voting, and finally only the police officers and fugitives remained.

"Write! I want to watch you write my name!" The police officer who represented justice was also the first person to use the threat of violence. Compared with him, the fugitive seemed more like a real police officer.

One punch after another hit the fugitive's body, and the policeman poked his finger into the wound on the fugitive's broken arm. Under constant torture, the fugitive was forced by the policeman to write down the policeman's name.

"Don't get me wrong, violence is not the only way to solve the problem, but it depends on the situation." After the policeman finished speaking, he also wrote down the name of the fugitive. To provide a way for yourself.

Everyone has finished voting, but there is no change in the house. Just when everyone thought they were deceived by the murderer, the clock at midnight rang.

The hour and minute hands overlapped, and a strange sound sounded in the house. Everyone looked towards the place where the sound came from.

Li Guoer, who was carried into the hotel by the maniac laughter, released a large amount of black mist from under her skin. Her blood vessels seemed to burst, her snow-white skin turned black red, and her petite body was quickly covered by the black mist. Wrap up.

Then all the black mist rushed towards the black box, and when the black mist dissipated, Li Guoer was no longer on the sofa, as if everything about her in the world had been erased.

'The hotel is built deep in the brain, and the guests in the hotel should be consciousness and soul, and she may still have a chance to be awakened. "Han Fei turned on the master-level acting switch. Everything that happens here is affecting his emotions, but he can't show any flaws. Only when he lives to the end can he have a chance to make real changes.

The black rain outside the house beat against the window like a wave, and the ten people in the house stared quietly at the sofa where Li Guoer was lying on just now, and disappeared one by one.

It turns out that the murderer didn't lie, the person with the fewest votes in the hotel will really die. "The magician walked to the side of the sofa and lightly touched the surface of the sofa. No one could tell that there was a person lying on the upper layer a minute ago.

After witnessing the whole process of Li Guo'er's melting into the black mist, the originally confident laughter subsided a lot, and the madness in his eyes was aroused. He seemed to have seen similar scenes before.

"The murderer didn't do anything in the first round, maybe he was worried about exposing himself." The tone of the policeman's speech also changed. Same as Li Guoer.

Other people in the house seem to have their own partners, only the police officers are bound to the fugitives who are the mortal enemy; together, they have no trust in each other at all, and it is too risky to give their lives to each other.

After Li Guoer disappeared, the sea of ​​fog outside the hotel seemed to subside a bit, but only ten minutes later, the receding sea of ​​fog began to hit the hotel again.

The old hotel could not withstand the impact at all. It was like a wrecked ship caught in a storm, and it might sink at any time.

"Boom!

The window of a room on the second floor was scratched open, and a lot of black rain fell into the house.

"I'm going to close the window.

As soon as the waiter was about to turn around, the screenwriter shouted at him: "You better not leave our sight casually."

The magician also stared at the waiter with a smile: "Haven't you found out? If we don't choose the dead for a long time, the disaster will swallow us all. The murderer is urging us to choose the last survivor as soon as possible."

He stroked the doll on his body, and walked towards the mute girl: "It's really cruel, so many of us adults still have to compete with a child for the only way out.

"Don't continue to deceive that child." The middle-aged woman didn't know the little girl, she just felt that the magician had been using the child. It was completely different, numb and dazed, as if gradually losing himself.

"How can it be said to be cheating? Among so many people, I am the only one protecting her." The magician walked towards the little girl again, and the others did not stop them. They didn't seem to mind the magician treating the little girl as his own." Insurance", probably because the girl is too weak, the adults can easily control the child, if they really can't control, they can kill her, so that everyone will lose this stable source of tickets.

Because anyone can easily kill her, that's why she can live.

"Wait, I also suspect that you are coercing that girl." The police officer suddenly said, he carried the little girl in the corner to the dining table, and let her stay under the light.

"It's okay, I don't need to touch her, you let her choose." The magician shrugged indifferently, and then he wrote the word "flower" on a piece of paper, thinking of the little girl, and then Throw the paper into the black box. The second round of voting began again, and unlike last time, the officers were visibly disturbed. When black-box judgment judges a person's choice, it seems that it is not based on whose name the other party wrote, but on who is thinking in the other party's mind at the moment of voting.

The magician seemed to want to tell everyone this on purpose, so he just wrote a random word to vote for two consecutive rounds.

There are countless votes on paper, but the thoughts deep in the heart are the most real.

Here you go.

The black mist crazily hit the hotel, and the whole building made creaking noises, but the magician seemed to enjoy the atmosphere.

The police officer looked at the magician very coldly. He knew that forcing the fugitive to write down his name might not be useful. The fugitive could turn back at the last moment, thinking of other passengers. This kind of spiritual vote cannot be changed by violence at all, and it really corresponds to the message on the note - all personalities and souls are equal.

Everyone has their own partner and successfully passed the last round, but this round may not be so.

The policeman lowered his head slightly, he was hiding the murderous intent in his eyes, if he can't safely get other people's votes, how can he not be the person with the fewest votes?

There is only one answer, and that is to kill all competitors before voting is complete.

"We have ten people~IndoMTL.com~ Voting with each other can last until the end, but if someone has an accident, the person who didn't vote for him is the murderer, and he is destined to be isolated and become the next dead, so everyone temporarily There’s no need to worry.” The screenwriter seemed to say this on purpose, trying to stabilize the emotions of the police officers: “We can investigate the hotel while the voting is over, find out the real purpose of the murderer, and maybe find out other way of life."

'It makes sense. "Laughter and the middle-aged screenwriter voted, followed by the hotel owner and the waiter, and Han Fei and his wife, who recognized each other in the last round, also voted for each other.

There were only police officers and fugitives left in the hall. When they were struggling, Maniac laughed and said suddenly: "Vote your vote for the screenwriter, he voted for me, I voted for you, you voted for him, we None of the three will die."

If the police officer believes in the laughter, then the fugitive will die. If the laughter tells a lie, both the fugitive and the policeman will die.

The originally simple situation became complicated because of the maniacal laughter--sentence.

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