The curly-haired girl regretted in her heart.
After listening to the rules that the housekeeper said, she thought that she could kill Zhou Wenyan with the hand of the housekeeper, but she didn't expect to be rejected by the housekeeper, and now it is difficult for her to ride a tiger.
Shen Dongqing had already voted for her as the executioner.
She had absolutely no choice but to vote her vote back to Shen Dongqing, otherwise she would die in place.
Now it's time to look at the choice of black hats.
The curly-haired girl stared at the black hat.
Half of the black hat's face is hidden in the shadows: "Actually, there is no benefit for us to have conflicts."
This sentence instantly gave hope to the curly-haired girl.
She swallowed and said, "The three of us are in a team now. Killing each other will only make others take advantage. If you can take back that vote, so can I..."
The black hat said the second half of the sentence: "But it is really important to remove unstable factors." He raised his eyes and smiled politely at Shen Dongqing, "I agree with your choice."
Before the curly-haired girl could react for a while, the housekeeper couldn't wait to say, "The executioner's blade has finally fallen, and there will be a river of blood tonight."
The curly-haired girl screamed, "No!"
The night is gradually receding, and death is approaching step by step.
The curly-haired girl panicked, grabbed the silver fork on the table and held it tightly in her hand, looking defensively at Shen Dongqing who was sitting opposite.
The housekeeper sighed: "Death, execute."
The curly-haired girl thought that someone would do something to her, but when the night time was over, she still sat at the edge of the table completely, as if the death sentence just now was just an illusion.
"Huh—" The curly-haired girl sighed in relief, collapsed on the table, and murmured, "Is it really just a game..."
of course not.
The housekeeper showed an inexplicable smile: "Someone died last night, please excuse the survivors here."
Black Hat pretended to look at the person sitting at the round table in surprise, and asked, "Who is the dead person?"
The butler did not answer.
Just then, a bell rang in the silent hall.
The players present looked over subconsciously, and saw that the curly-haired girl was pale and sweaty. She held a silver fork in one hand and pointed at herself with the sharp side, and slowly sent the fork over.
"no no… "
The curly-haired girl shook her head desperately, trying to keep the fork away from herself, but her hands and feet seemed to keep calling, nailing it to the chair like a puppet, and slowly and firmly stabbed the fork into her trachea.
The curly-haired girl trembled from the severe pain, and a painful groan squeezed out of her chest.
Under the gaze of other players, the curly-haired girl suffocated to death.
The housekeeper is like singing a poem: "The blade of the executioner has been stained with blood, who will be next...?"
Everyone avoided the butler's gaze.
The housekeeper didn't care at all, and bowed down and saluted, "Please start defending yourself."
The first is a woman with a broken arm.
When I saw that scene just now, the woman with the broken arm was still a little flustered, and she started by saying, "It's not me."
Then he sorted out his thoughts and said, "Now we still have twelve people, three of whom are executioners, with a one-fourth probability. I think we can make a blind guess first, and cast a suspicious person first."
"I cast a black hat."
The second person to speak was a girl. She was the companion of the woman with the broken arm. Needless to say, she must also cast a black hat along with her.
The suspected black hat was not flustered at all: "When the deceased was killed just now, I have been observing everyone and found that a man was particularly flustered."
He looked up at one of the men in a white shirt.
The man really didn't look right.
succeeded.
The black hat's face was covered in shadows, and it was difficult for others to detect his emotions. He curled the corners of his lips, and said coldly "idiot" in his heart.
In this game, the executioner has a high probability of winning.
The executioner knew that those were the victims, and in the case of unequal information, the victims seemed to be blindfolded and rammed around the room, and they could die at any time.
And the executioner can come out to mislead others, and because he will die because his identity is exposed, the two camps are completely opposed, and there is no possibility of cooperation.
The black hat swept over Shen Dongqing and Zhou Wenyan calmly.
Shen Dongqing seemed to notice something and frowned slightly.
The black hat withdrew his gaze, raised his hand and pressed the brim of his hat: "Forgot to mention, in the previous world, I had a little conflict with this lady, so this lady is justifiable for casting me."
"But I want to say, don't bring personal grievances into this dangerous game, you still have to make the right judgment."
There are now two suspected executioners.
One is a black hat and the other is a white shirt.
After having a target, the next player only needs to choose the correct one among them.
When it came to the white shirt, he couldn't wait to explain: "I am doing this because I am afraid! Is this person more suspicious?"
He pointed to the black hat and said.
But obviously, this is not very convincing.
Now three people have voted for black hats, seven people voted white shirts, one of them abstained, and one last vote is left, and a person can be declared dead.
The white shirt didn't hold any hope, slumped on the chair, and muttered: "It's not me, I don't want to die..."
Butler: "Please defend yourself with the last survivor."
All players' eyes are focused on the last person.
Zhou Wenyan did not defend or analyze, but said to the housekeeper, "As a housekeeper, I will meet all the requirements of the guests, right?"
The butler's face changed slightly, and he quickly covered up the past and said respectfully, "Yes, guest."
Zhou Wenyan nodded.
The housekeeper urged: "Please make an excuse."
Zhou Wenyan said: "This game lacks a very critical identity, and it is difficult for us to find the executioner."
Prophet, anyone who has played Werewolf Killing knows that Prophet plays a very important role in the game.
There is no prophet in this game, and the role of the prophet is to check the identity of everyone during each round of night time, and then guide the survivors to vote after the night time is over.
And now there are no prophets.
Everyone's identities are mysteries, and they can only guess blindly. With a one-quarter probability, plus the misleading of the executioner, manslaughter can easily occur.
Three to ten.
It seems that the number of people is relatively large, but in fact it is always the executioners who have the advantage.
The housekeeper smiled and said, "It's only the second round, don't be discouraged."
Zhou Wenyan raised his eyebrows: "So... I don't play anymore."
The butler's face darkened.
The other players were worried that the housekeeper would turn his face if he disagreed, and they were all quiet as chickens, not saying a word.
Only Shen Dongqing lifted the plate along with him: "I don't play anymore."
The housekeeper swept over the two men sullenly, and his voice seemed to be squeezed from between his teeth: "Are you sure?"
Shen Dongqing: "Yes."
Zhou Wenyan leaned back and leaned back on the chair: "This is the request of the guest, end this game."
The hall was very quiet, except for the sound of shallow breathing.
The housekeeper said: As a housekeeper, you will meet the requirements of the guests.
So Zhou Wenyan put forward a request to end the game.
This logic is not wrong.
But the point is... will the housekeeper meet this requirement.
Ding-
In the silence, there was a sudden sound of something falling to the ground, and one of the girls almost jumped up in fright.
She turned her head and saw that the fork had fallen from the curly-haired girl's throat.
At some point, two maids came over, one grabbed the curly-haired girl's arm and dragged the person out, leaving a long bloodstain on the ground.
The housekeeper finally said: "Of course, it's just a small request. As long as it's a guest's request, I can satisfy it."
"Then... game over."
The voice fell.
Other players are still a little confused.
A game that kills people, they are still analyzing it for a long time, with the idea of dying at any time, how do you say it is over
The black hat responded quickly: "Then can we see Her Majesty the Queen?"
The housekeeper was a little reluctant, but still said, "Of course you can."
After three terrifying rounds of games, I can finally see Her Majesty's beauty.
It's just that the housekeeper said that Her Majesty the Queen is still preparing, and will only appear when the clock strikes seven.
So a group of players sat in the lobby.
The woman with the broken arm asked, "Can Her Majesty really let us out of this game?"
The black hat snorted twice: "Maybe."
Others asked, "Maybe what does that mean?"
Black Hat: "I just heard about it, but I haven't seen it with my own eyes."
The white shirt that escaped the disaster seemed a little more relaxed: "Of course the person who went out will not be able to see each other again. This bullshit game is so torturous, I really don't want to stay any longer!"
His words resonated with other players, and everyone happily began to abuse the game.
Shen Dongqing did not participate in them, but sat in the corner with Zhou Wenyan.
Shen Dongqing was a little sleepy, yawned, leaned on Zhou Wenyan's shoulder, and whispered, "They said you can go out."
Zhou Wenyan put his arm around the person's shoulder and said casually, "I don't believe it."
clang clang—
When the wall clock on the wall struck seven times, the heavy and tall door was slowly pushed open.
The first to walk in were two waiters, one opened the way in front, and the other carefully supported a woman.
That should be Her Majesty the Queen.
The title Her Majesty may sound old-fashioned, but it's really just a teenage girl with a slender build and a gorgeous dress embellished with lavish lace and delicate gems.
The black hat stood up, put his right hand on his chest, and bent down: "Your Majesty."
Her Majesty the Queen nodded slightly, passed him, and walked towards the center of the hall.
She did not sit among the players, but walked two steps and sat on a pure white throne.
"I'm glad you can come to Dreamland." Her Majesty said, it was a young girl's face, but it was a rotten and old voice.
"Dreamland has always been warm and hospitable. Are you satisfied with the previous games?"
The players looked at each other.
satisfy
There were thirty-six people in total when they came, and now there are only twelve left, and the death rate is over half.
This game is not something that ordinary people can play.
Her Majesty the Queen waited for an answer.
The players had no choice but to laugh twice and say, "Satisfied, very satisfied."
Her Majesty the Queen smiled and said, "That's great. In order to thank you all for coming here, I can fulfill one of your wishes."
She paused and added, "Anything is fine."
Visible to the naked eye, the players were excited.
Anything can mean that you can make a wish to leave this game.
The white shirt couldn't wait to stand up: "I don't want to play this game anymore, I want to go home."
Everyone else was staring at Her Majesty, for fear that she would refuse the request.
Her Majesty the Queen did not refuse, but agreed briskly: "Yes."
I saw Her Majesty the Queen beckoned, and a maid walked to the side of the white shirt and said respectfully, "Please come with me."
The white shirt was almost dazzled by joy, and without asking anything, he followed the maid out.
He walked briskly, as if expecting to go home.
After the figure of the white shirt disappeared, a long-lost reminder sounded in the ears of the rest of the players.
[The player's white shirt leaves the player's identity and regains freedom]
Originally, there were still players who were afraid that this was another game trap, but now that there is a system to prove it, the worries disappeared in an instant, and everyone stared at Her Majesty the Queen with fiery eyes.
Someone stood up and asked to leave the game.
Her Majesty the Queen agreed.
The system beeps sounded one by one, and the players walked out like flowing water.
Suddenly there were only four people left, Shen Dongqing, Zhou Wenyan, Black Hat, and the girl who played the little mermaid before.
The girl actually wanted to go home, but she subconsciously felt that she should follow in the footsteps of the boss and wait for the boss to leave her.
Her Majesty's eyelashes trembled, and her eyes fell on the person below: "Do you have any other wishes?"
The black hat came with the Queen's wish from the beginning, but it has been held back until now.
He glanced at the remaining people and finally walked out: "Excuse me, Your Majesty, can your wish really free the player from the control of the infinite nightmare game?"
After Her Majesty listened to his question, the corners of her lips twitched slightly: "Of course, I have always been generous."
The black hat was a little relieved, and put forward a more complete request: "I want to get out of the control of the infinite nightmare game, get out of the identity of the player, and return to the real world."
Her Majesty the Queen is aloof, and no matter what the people below ask for, she graciously agrees.
"I allow it," she said, staring at the black hat.
Black Hat breathed a sigh of relief and followed the maid out.
There were only three people left in the hall.
The girl asked softly, "Boss, don't you two make a wish?"
Zhou Wenyan looked up at the Queen and asked, "What if I don't make a wish?"
Her Majesty the Queen seemed a little puzzled: "My invitation letter is very precious. I don't think anyone will miss this opportunity."
Zhou Wenyan didn't hesitate: "I will."
Her Majesty the Queen was choked, but still maintained an elegant posture: "If you don't make a wish... After visiting Dreamland, you will be sent away."
Zhou Wenyan stood up: "Then go visit."
Shen Dongqing followed him closely.
The girl said in surprise: "Are you really not making a wish?"
Zhou Wenyan: "No need." He kindly said, "I suggest you don't either."
After all, he has played so many games and understands the essence of this stupid game.
Games especially like to play word games, and a word in Chinese characters can have many meanings. For example, who said that leaving the player status means leaving the game
Zhou Wenyan didn't remind those players, because before they left the game, they had already been blocked, and they wouldn't believe it.
In the game of death, even if there is only a 1% chance of leaving, some people are willing to give it a try.
Girls are in a dilemma.
To be honest, she didn't want to give up this rare opportunity.
After all, this game is not about playing a family, but really killing people. She has survived until now with good luck, and has passed death many times.
Who wouldn't want to leave
Girl: "But, don't be too sad..."
Shen Dongqing looked at her sideways: "I didn't stop you from making a wish."
The girl hesitated.
Her Majesty looked at the girl kindly, her voice full of temptation: "Come on, no matter what your request is, I can satisfy you, what do you want?"
The girl seems to be confused: "I... I want... "
Her Majesty: "My dear, let's talk."
The girl struggled for a while, but decided to let herself indulge in dreams: "I want to go home..."
Her Majesty the Queen slowly stepped down from the throne, took the girl's hand, and walked towards the corridor outside the hall, with a gentle voice: "My dear boy, from now on, Dreamland will be your home."
In a trance, the girl seemed to see her long-lost parents standing not far away.
Dad's expression was serious, but he could see his eyes were slightly red. Mother took her hand and muttered, "Nan, I went home for dinner, and my mother made your favorite cola chicken wings..."
The girl hugged her mother and cried with joy.
Dreamland.
Make dreams come true.
Her Majesty the Queen let go of her hand, the movements of the girls around her gradually stiffened, her skin became woody, her arms elongated and sprouts, and finally became a beauty tree.
She died in a dream.
"Two more," said Her Majesty.
The housekeeper bowed his head respectfully: "Those two are more... difficult to deal with."
Her Majesty the Queen unfolded a feather fan and covered the corners of her lips: "No one will want to leave Dreamland."