The Survival Game Chapter 93: Christmas Eve is Chinese cabbage
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As time passed, I was a little absent, and the doubts in my mind could not be relieved for a long time.
It seemed to me to be tortured to survive again.
Because Shang Zhiyuan and Shinagawa Xia are still alive, even if I know that only voting can be directed against them, I can see their calm smile after Christmas Eve, but the fear in their hearts cannot be suppressed.
"It's really scary, if that possibility..."
The college student shook his head, just thinking about making himself cold.
Being a lot of money as a security guard, 80% of them are very concerned that they cannot be protected, and they will definitely seek absolute safety asylum.
That is to say, the speech is clear, let alone jumping around.
"Well! That rich brother is very strange every time he speaks. Our teacher said that he is just talking but thinking."
Yes, Xiao Pangdun is still sullen up, I don't know who taught you, but it is a set, this kid will definitely be able to pick up girls when he grows up.
This is actually a hidden danger that we don't want to face.
The two children also followed on the plane. This is not a fun thing. Usually, it’s a pleasurable thing to go out. After all, the figure of the big head doll has not completely disappeared, and the skin of the two children looks pretty good. Tender.
It’s different now. I haven’t met his parents yet, so I’m not sure how they would feel when they knew that their children were playing live death games with a group of adults at such a terrifying height.
If it were me, I'm afraid I would have the heart to rush out and curse.
"Hey, is it good to say that your partner is great, this is your unity?"
Shang Zhiyuan did not confirm or deny. He will never provide any powerful help for our analysis.
As long as the incident itself shows a little clue, he will use his best bewitching ability to fudge.
In short, that person is a very difficult opponent. Once he bites someone, he will not forgive and die.
"It doesn't matter what status it is, it’s Christmas Eve now, which is really unhappy."
There are too many bloodstains on the ground, and the screams don't seem to appear. When a certain step is reached, we will not show excess emotion except surprise and a few greetings.
From an adult's perspective, only seeing the black and white photos at the funeral and the atmosphere contagious with the music can make people cry.
Those who are crying will probably be regarded as weak or useless.
Like us who are gradually numb, we have taken ignorance of life for granted.
In retrospect, I still have a trace of conscience, and of course I understand how terrible it is.
"Yes, by the way...It seems that there are still seven people now."
I confirmed the number of people, but I seemed to say the last thing I should say.
"Hey, seven people, don't you think too much? Actually, Shinagawa and I were also very disappointed. Now we have wasted another round of time, but none of them have been killed."
The old technique is repeated, destiny is like a wheel in a cycle.
But I don't let them go crazy anymore, knowing that the death of a lot of money is not a pain to me, but I still realize that my numbness is close to those cruel howlers.
Maybe there were some of them at first, who were not comfortable with this deliberately arranged evil identity.
But when resentment and a kind of smashing mentality are born, a person's performance as an evil stand can be seen.
Interestingly, does that black hand want us to see this so-called humanity?
That's why such a complicated environment and basic settings are arranged, and there are still some potential hidden conditions between various rules.
Whether to dig or wait for someone to open up the situation. Every way of speaking and attitude represents a kind of player.
It also symbolizes the current destiny in a link.
"He should not mean that."
Wang Qiang is relatively straightforward, which I have always liked, but the expressions of Guan Ling and Little Fatty are obviously wrong.
Even if I was unintentional, it is enough to explain a problem. Although we are out of danger and entered Christmas Eve, as they said, no one can guarantee that there is no other coexistence with the security guard. The howler.
Although this may feel like a dead dog, denying the slight probability is my captain’s mistake.
I need to consider every possibility of change, and must not allow even a little error.
The slight deviation may be the price of the life of the next round of companions. Who can guarantee that the next round of being selected will not be a security guard.
In that case, the howler hides among us, and if I am killed again, we who have not been verified are extremely dangerous.
This also involves a fundamental issue, about the inferiority in human nature.
"Well, there is nothing to worry about, my lord captain, tell your comrades now. As long as you vote correctly, you can still survive two people in the end, that is, sacrifice 60%. It’s just a companion of, it’s still acceptable."
This is a rough estimate. The dramatic scene reappeared. When a lot of money is still alive, we will once again face the confusion of that mysterious person's vote.
It is to build hope. It is to dig out that person, and then successfully leave unconditionally, or continue to rely on our tactics to win. It seems that there is no small hope between the two.
It’s nothing more than the cost of the number of sacrifices. Of course, I don’t want to die for no reason, but I understand that if we don’t choose to choose a mysterious person, we can’t guarantee that every round is Christmas Eve.
The coincidence is a miracle caused by the tacit understanding between the security guard, me and other passengers.
Of course, we hope that miracles will continue to happen, but if we fail, if our sword hopes are placed on probabilistic possibilities, it is equivalent to hanging our heads on our necks.
The cruel thing is that if we fail to choose a mysterious person, we will still be embarrassed, but will become more passive.
That kind of probability is actually not that high, and it is said that there are potential surviving players.
At least now that the disgusting voice has not appeared again, it fully proves one thing.
Star Crow, he is still alive.
"Stop talking about mysterious people, I said I would..."
His!
In the middle of speaking, I was full of confidence, but suddenly felt that my head was torn apart.
The branches flowing in the long river are full of billowing waves. The feeling is indescribable. It seems that all the fear comes from the memories in the original dream.
That expression, the veterans are also worried about me.
But at this time, I saw that his body was surprisingly similar to the dream.
The difference is that now his expression is definitely not ferocious, and there is no blood-stained blade drawn from his body.
At that time, I vaguely remembered that the expression in the dream seemed surprised.
Including that sentence, I still dare not forget.
Be careful, be careful...
But nearer, the person he said will be a howler, or a more terrifying possibility.
The shadow is our own person at all.