My Iyashikei Game Chapter 724: 10 minutes of killing time

It is safe for two people to exchange tickets with each other, because there is no more choice but to trust each other.

But if three people exchange tickets, they will have one more option, and their psychological suspicion and pressure will increase.

"You say you are a policeman, he is a fugitive; he says he is a policeman, you are a fugitive; only the two of you know the truth, so whoever survives is the policeman." Laughing wildly as if talking to himself language.

"I don't know you and you will vote for me?" The policeman didn't believe the wild laughter. "I voted for you because I already have someone else's vote. I can guarantee my own survival. You should think about it carefully before making a choice. Sit back to your original position with laughter: "If you vote for the screenwriter, Then the three of us build trust and you can get rid of that fugitive too. "If the magician is a sinister, mean little person who likes to see the destruction of human nature, then Maniac is a very pure devil who doesn't like order and rules.

The magician told the fugitive to vote only with the other person's name in mind, and the laughter went further, putting the police and the fugitive on the fire.

The black rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, the black tide slams into the hotel, the old building makes an overwhelmed sound, and everyone can feel a slight shaking.

"Hurry up and make your choice." The magician urged, looking up at the roof, as if worried about the house leaking.

"No! I think we still have to find the murderer! We have completely fallen into the murderer's rhythm, do you all want to be the murderer's accomplices?" The policeman was sweating on his forehead, and he walked towards the magician: "Yesterday What are you doing when the late dead have an accident! Why does the dead have a playing card in their sleeve!"

'Have you started biting people? Don't be rude, you're a police officer, not a murder fugitive. "The magician moved his eyes and glanced at the policeman.

"Do you dare to let me search? If you have the same things as the deceased, such as other playing cards, then your suspicion is the greatest!" The balance of construction is broken, and even "missing" kills a person.

"Body search?" The magician didn't agree or refuse. The policeman grabbed his shirt directly; he was pulled up by the collar.

"I hope you can cooperate, I'm for everyone!" The policeman put his hand into the magician's pocket, but at that moment he screamed, and when he took out his hand again, the **** had already appeared Two small wounds. "What's hidden in your pocket!" Covering his fingers, the policeman's expression became a little scary.

"My pet." The magician raised his hands, and an ugly bug crawled out of his pocket: "Don't worry, this thing is not poisonous, it's usually very docile, but it was just caught by you just now. Terrified."

When the magician and the police officers faced off, there was a sound of something breaking on the roof of the hotel. Several people looked over their heads. There was a very obvious crack on the roof of the hotel, and the rain had soaked into the house.

'Make a choice, if he wants to live, he should still choose you. ' said the innkeeper, looking at all the guests in the room with a frown.

Complete this round of selections before considering others. "The middle-aged screenwriter also said.

"It's easy to say, you can save your own life, so you have been urging. But don't forget, the murderer said that only one person can survive, and you will face the same situation as me sooner or later!" The policeman's mood was not right. He walked back to the table and stared at the fugitive: "Give me your ticket, we will choose each other, I can guarantee that you will live to the end!

The fugitive seems to know exactly what kind of person the policeman is. He is bleeding continuously from the broken arm, and his face is as pale as paper. It seems that he will not live long.

"You also begged me - my God?" The fugitive fell to the ground _, and he looked at the police officer with sarcasm in his eyes: "After all his efforts made me become like this, after exposing my true nature, It turns out that you are so stupid and cruel, how can you be no different from animals?" "Isn't it bad to live together?"

"Okay, of course there's no problem." The fugitive got up from the ground tremblingly, dipped his own blood, wrote the word "police officer" on a piece of paper, and then silently threw it into the black box. During the whole process, he did not look at the police officer once, and no one knew who he had chosen. After the fugitive voted, the police officer himself walked to the black box, holding a piece of white paper in his hand, but he did not throw the white paper into it after a long time.

"I understand, the ten minutes at the end of each poll is not for finding the truth, but for killing people!"

Death is slowly approaching, and those who do not have tickets will have no way to survive. If they want to live, they can only choose the alternate answer - try to kill everyone.

Anyway, I've been isolated, I've been forced to die anyway, and I can't live anymore anyway, so it's better to drag others to death.

Time passed by, but the police still did not vote. Han Fei seemed to understand his plan. He was just delaying the time, waiting for the safe room to be destroyed, and then looking for an opportunity to kill people and establish a new balance.

Moving silently towards the middle-aged woman, Han Fei was worried that the police would do something to the woman who looked kind.

"How long are you going to think?" The magician reached into his pocket and played with the bug.

With the help of a few people, the cop trying to create the new rules is the one who gets isolated.

From the moment the police officer hesitated to vote, he has been marked as dangerous, and all the tourists are guessing his inner thoughts, thinking that he may have begun to simulate a murder scene. "There should be other ways to break the game. The murderer may just use the rules here to deliberately create an atmosphere

Atmosphere". The policeman tried to convince others, but in the end he could only convince himself. When the other tourists were about to lose their patience, there was a cracking sound from the top of the hotel again, wood chips and stones fell, followed by lights When it was dark, everyone heard a loud noise!

"Boom!"

The huge glass lamp hanging on the roof and a large piece of the wall fell at the same time!

Black rain flows down the gap into the hotel, the wires are torn, and blue electric light is emitted in the darkness; crackling sound.

"Be careful around!"

The moment the lights dimmed, there were two screams in the house, followed by cluttered footsteps and the sound of things being knocked over.

"Stay where you are! Don't move anyone!

About a minute later, the waiter took out a spare lamp from the counter, and the light appeared in the hall again.

The dim light reflected on the faces of several people in the room, and the screenwriter who was standing near the dining table fell to the ground. His ribs were pierced by a piece of glass. The murderer went straight to his heart, but it may be because the screenwriter Because of dodging in the dark, the stab was crooked.

Blood seeped from the wound, and the screenwriter was speechless in pain.

The other injured person in the house is the innkeeper, who was scratched from the shoulder to the chest - a wound.

The murderer is very brutal. He should have planned to cut the boss's neck, but he also missed. The innkeeper was already old and frail, and it stands to reason that he was not much of a threat, but the murderer took him as a target.

The lights went off for just a minute or two, two out of ten people were injured, and everyone became more nervous.

"More than one murderer?" The policeman was still standing beside the black box, and the surprise on his face didn't seem to be fake.

"Strange? Could you be one of them?" The magician stared at the policeman's hand. "Go vote as soon as possible! Don't delay any longer! The hotel will collapse!" The seriously injured hotel owner grabbed the waiter's arm, his expression was extremely painful, and the wrinkles on his entire face were crowded together.

"Don't try to delay any more time, if you don't vote, then we will vote for you together." The magician looked at the policeman with a smile: "Do you regret that you didn't choose to kill me now? Is it the choice to kill - an old man?"

Every word of the magician seems to be a test. He knows the policeman is very strong, so he wants to be the first to solve him.

Several people in the house looked at the police officer with unfriendly eyes. He was forced to do nothing but take a risk to see if the fugitive really gave him the ticket.

The white paper with the name of the fugitive falls into the black box, and the police officer feels more and more disturbed. The hands on the clock _ moved slowly. After ten minutes passed, the police officer suddenly covered his heart. He opened his mouth to vomit, and thick black mist poured out of his nose and mouth.

"You didn't write my name!" The blood vessels in the whole body turned black, the mist stretched the skin, and the policeman struggled to rush towards the fugitive. He wanted to take the fugitive to die with him, but before he ran, his whole body was They were all shrouded in black mist.

The fog rushed towards the black box, and when the black fog dissipated, the policeman disappeared into the hotel. The fugitive breathed a sigh of relief, he untied the hemp rope with great effort, and walked towards the maniacal laughter: "Thank you, if it wasn't for the hint you gave me, I wouldn't have gotten away so easily.

"Prompt?"

"Aren't you implying me by telling the police officer to let him write the screenwriter's name?" The one-armed fugitive admitted the wrong person: "I wrote the screenwriter's name."

'But I didn't write your name, it should be a police officer who wrote your name. The screenwriter's face was pale, and he didn't dare to pull out the shards of glass casually, so he could only stand firm: "He believed in you, and you killed him with your own hands. "

"Isn't it you?" The fugitive froze in place. He stared and laughed wildly, and suddenly asked for no reason: "I gave you the hidden butcher's knife, and you promised to help me?"

There was no big ups and downs in his wild laughter expression. He nodded: "I will help you." After the police officer died, the black rain became weaker, but only ten minutes later, the rain became heavier again. , It seems that every time a person dies, despair is stronger than before.

The current atmosphere in the hotel has become very solemn. There were two people who took advantage of the darkness just now. This shows that even if the police officer died, the murderer was still among the crowd.

"Not good! The water is rising~IndoMTL.com~ The waiter wearing a mask is standing by the window. The water level outside the hotel is constantly rising, and it has flooded the steps and is about to flood into the house.

"Let's go to the second floor and go back to our respective rooms first." The hotel owner tried several times but did not stand up. He seemed to know that his life was not long, so he wanted to explain some things to the waiter. people hear.

Several people walked up one after another. Han Fei found that everyone deliberately avoided the black box. Finally, the dumb girl picked up the black box and followed behind everyone.

“She has changed a lot.

Arriving on the second floor, Han Fei slowed down a little. When the fugitive passed by him, he said in a very low voice, "Isn't the butcher's knife still in your heart?"

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