Shen Ti's words were obviously putting pressure on the people behind. After he finished speaking, he smiled quite easily, "That's it, I will give up the stage to the players behind."
The right to speak came to Wu You. Probably due to the contrast with Shen Ti's dishonesty, Wu You's expression looked extraordinarily indifferent.
"I'm not the keeper of the grave. Behind me there are only No. 9 (Noah), No. 10 (Yang Ce) and No. 1 (An Wujiu). There is a little chance that they may be the keeper of the grave."
He glanced at Zhou Yijue, "Actually, I don't really want to believe Zhou Yijue's words. He is a scheming person, and he doesn't know which sentence is true and which sentence is false."
Wu You thought for a while, and frowned slightly, "However, do you think that the werewolf might really be smearing Matsuura's identity? Because if they killed the prophet last night, the witch would definitely poison the fake witch to death last night." , then after waking up during the day, the real witch will be alive, and because of the double death we can clearly distinguish who is the real witch, so it will be difficult to sacrifice another god during the day, but if it is to kill the witch and keep the prophet, werewolf During the day, you can fight and incite again, and then let the true prophet be sacrificed and eliminated, so that you can kill the two priests."
An Wujiu observed Wu You's expression, and felt that he didn't look like a wolf.
In fact, if it wasn't for his perspective as a gravekeeper, knowing that the dead Andrew was indeed a good man, it would be easy to analyze Wu You's point. It's not that the Wolves couldn't do this kind of tactic.
After all, they have already played out the tactic of being the prophet of silver water by themselves.
"If it's such a tactic..." Wu You thought for a while, "Then Zhou Yijue may be the wolf who beat and incited, and the purpose is to make us sacrifice Matsuura."
"Conversely, if Andrew is a real prophet, then this round can actually find out the werewolf Megan or Matsuura that he detected. This is the obvious situation." Wu You looked around, " We just need to find the gargoyle."
"I think the prophet is very important. If the prophet is there, we can detect the gargoyle. If he is not there, we can only listen to the speech and judge the logic of the behavior. There are still errors in judging whether he looks like or not." Wu Youyue thought The more I feel entangled, "Let me listen to Matsuura's speech first and see what he said. I must have voted with Wu this round... oh no, I voted with the priest. I passed."
After Wu You finished speaking, he looked at Noah who was about to speak.
Noah's complexion today looks a little better than yesterday, his little face was flushed, his cold blue eyes rolled and locked on Zhou Yijue, "I'm not a gravekeeper either, could it be that the gravekeeper happens to be Speaking at the end?"
She said, looking at Yang Ce and An Wujiu, "I can't tell if brother Zhou Yijue is really a grave keeper, but he said that brother Andrew is a good person, and I agree with that. Because I think sister Fujitang is a bit strange, She said yesterday that she was a witch and rescued Sister Megan. Sister Megan was a bad person detected by Brother Andrew, so she wanted to push Andrew away. She didn't talk about Sister Megan's possible suicide, and saved her directly. The uncle also They said that he was a witch, and it happened to be Brother Matsuura who saved him, and he pushed away Brother Andrew without analyzing the possibility of Brother Matsuura committing suicide."
Noah closed his eyes, "I think it's a little suspicious. The situation where two witches jumped out at the same time seems to be due to the fact that the witches are in different teams, but this time..."
Noah smiled, "They all stand on the same prophet."
An Wujiu looked at Noah, although she looked cute and well-behaved, he always felt that Noah's mind did not belong to her age, and he felt a sense of disobedience to forcefully fit into this appearance. The image of Noah being controlled during the sacrifice at dusk yesterday is still in front of An Wujiu's eyes. The scene is so creepy that An Wujiu feels a little uncomfortable looking at her now.
But Noah is indeed smart, maybe he is really a so-called gifted child, who has reached the intelligence level and logical thinking ability of an adult early.
"I heard a word from an adult before," the old God Noah said to them on the ground, "There must be a demon when things go wrong. So I feel that brother Matsuura is not a real prophet. As for whether brother Zhou Yijue is a grave keeper, Let the other brothers and sisters analyze it, if no one stands up to him in the end, then I can only think that he is the gravekeeper."
After she finished speaking, she turned her head innocently and raised her eyebrows at Yang Ce, "Uncle, tell me."
There is nothing wrong with calling Yang Ce uncle in terms of age, but he does look younger and handsome, even if he is not compared with his peers, he is quite attractive among a group of young people.
It's just that Yang Ce's expression is really cold, it's the indifference that comes from his bones, but he looks more graceful when he speaks.
An Wujiu stared at him, and suddenly thought of a person, the facial features of the two were surprisingly similar, it was only because of the difference in the way they spoke and acted that he hadn't thought of them together before.
Yang Ce.
Yang Erci.
Could it be that this is the father Yang Erci was looking for so hard
"I'm not a grave guard either." Yang Ce's voice was magnetic and deep, "Three people died yesterday, and I think at least one of them was a werewolf. So I thought that Zhou Yijue claimed to be a grave guard when he spoke on the 4th. When I was a person, at least one of the five people in front of me, number five, number six, number seven, number eight, and number nine, would say that he was a tomb keeper, because wolves always come out of here.”
"So I was very surprised. These five people actually said that they are not wolves. No. 7 Shen Ti is even more strange. In the last round, he was keen to give other players an identity. In this round, he actually said that he is a commoner and that others are too. Civilian, how can a commoner be so sure about the identity of other people? Unless you are the priest with special abilities, or the wolf."
This pointed out the strangeness of Shen Ti's behavior, but An Wujiu still didn't respond, he knew from the first round that Shen Ti's speech was not right, but Shen Ti himself was very contrary to common sense.
An Wujiu somewhat passively resisted Shen Ti, he took the lead in excluding Shen Ti, didn't think about him, didn't care about him, just cared about other people, if it was really that unlucky, Shen Ti was really the last wolf, An Wujiu No blame can only accept fate.
This kind of indulgence can only make his teammates feel sorry, but An Wujiu is not a saint after all, and also has selfish motives.
"Other previous players have already said a lot, so I won't go into details." Yang Ce continued, "I don't think Shen Ti is very good, at least for me, he is looking for God, and he may also try to find ways to get along with himself. The gargoyle that his wolf teammates talked to, but he was a little anxious, maybe all the people who checked out were min."
After Yang Ce finished speaking, he smiled, "Listen to what the surviving prophet and middle priest have to say, yes."
After a long circle, the direction of the prophets has been reversed, from the initial one-sided support for Andrew, to one-sided support for Matsuura to sacrifice to Andrew. At this moment, Matsuura became the person who was about to be sacrificed.
His eyes stayed on Fujido Sakura's face, showing pity and sadness, these emotions were rubbed by him, swallowed, and calmly began to speak.
"I am indeed a prophet. I originally wanted to check number five last night, but I thought about it, because Andrew gave the scepter to number one. Anyway, if I die, I can't pass on information to good people. I can only Seek safety for myself, so I went to check this number one."
Matsuura said: "He is my killer."
Although his credibility is no longer that high, giving An Wujiu, who is now in power, a werewolf status still makes people feel a little chilled.
If he is a real prophet, is An Wugui a wolf
If Matsuura is a wolf, then if An Wujiu kills him, is he trying to pull him into the water, or do he do the opposite to save him
These are the places where everyone is confused and entangled.
"I don't understand why the gravekeeper didn't jump. Zhou Yijue made it clear that he wasn't the real gravekeeper." Matsuura said to everyone, "Isn't it obvious that you couldn't find Andrew's wolf teammates? Andrew, Zhou Yijue, One of the two witches, and An Wujiu, the real wolf is these four people. I just want to say to the gravekeeper that your role cannot prove your identity, which means that any A werewolf can use this identity to reverse the situation, as long as he says that the dead wolf teammate is a good person."
"Maybe you are afraid of dying under the knife of a werewolf tonight. I understand that no one is not afraid of death." Matsuura pointed to the two cold bodies lying on the ground. "Now we have lost a witch. Today is the real witch. If the gravekeeper doesn't stand up, I might become a target of public criticism and be sacrificed on the top of the mountain. At least after my death, tomorrow, you must stand up and prove my identity, and you can't let good people be completely fooled by werewolves. Because this is a game that costs us all our lives!"
He speaks righteously, and every word speaks loudly. An Wujiu understood the meaning of this game in an instant, even though he was very clear, the Matsuura in front of him was not a real prophet, and the situation was already declining, and it was difficult to turn things around. If it were another person, perhaps he would have given up here.
But Matsuura still tried his best to try to turn the tide, maybe he was not doing it for one of the remaining teammates, but for the dead Fujido Sakura.
This is his last chance, if he fails, he cannot be resurrected from NPC and become a normal player.
An Wujiu has no hostility towards the so-called hostile camp. If it were him before, he might still play tricks on people's hearts, but this is futile.
There is clearly only one real enemy of them, and that is the altar.
"I'm a real prophet, An Wujiu is my killer, I hope you can vote with me in this round to let An Wujiu out." Matsuura lowered his eyes, "I passed."
An Wugui withdrew his thoughts.
He is a very difficult person to see through. Even when Matsuura says he is a werewolf, there are no emotional ups and downs on his face. He is not like a human being, but a sophisticated artificial intelligence.
"Since Zhou Yijue is the only one who stands up and says he is the tomb keeper, then I don't believe there are other tomb keepers." An Wujiu said lightly, "This game, if there are really grave keepers If the wolf tries to impersonate him, he will definitely stand up and point the way for good people, I think this is where the character blames, and this is why I believe in Zhou Yijue."
An Wujiu dismissed his identity as the gravekeeper in a few words. First, the situation on the court is very clear now. Even if Zhou Yijue is really a wolf, since he sells his teammates at this time, it is not impossible for An Wujiu to use him for a while. .
"It's actually very simple. The keeper of the grave has already told us about the sacrifice yesterday. Andrew is a good man, so Matsuura Mori, who danced to the prophet with him, must be a wolf."
An Wujiu looked at Matsuura, "Actually, the reason why you changed your mind and said you want to test me is very far-fetched. You should have thought of it yourself, so you can explain so much. The reason why you didn't test Megan is probably because you think your werewolf identity can no longer be hidden. Stay, just want to avoid your teammates."
Matsuura was also very calm, even if An Wujiu put pressure like this, he didn't respond much.
"Megan and Matsuura are two bright wolves on the field. Compared with Megan, Matsuura will pose a greater threat to good people, so I will vote for Matsuura Mori this round."
Saying that, An Wujiu glanced at Zhou Yijue, then looked at the others, the cold wind lifted his hair through the gap in the stone gate, "Now the good people are at a great disadvantage, two priests have already left, and the grave guard has jumped too Come out, there is only one hunter left. If they kill the gravekeeper tonight, and the gargoyle detects the hunter, it may wake up tomorrow, and the game will be over."
An Wujiu's face was pale and dignified, like a jade statue that does not eat the fireworks of the world, even his indifference seemed extremely moving.
He turned his head, looked at Matsuura Mori, and was silent for a few seconds.
"Actually, even if it's a different camp, I don't want to sacrifice anyone. Yesterday's sacrifice was simply a nightmare."
An Wujiu closed his eyes and said softly, "But we are all players trapped here, we have no choice."
Matsuura frowned slightly, and then quickly let go.
He also had no choice.
"My speech is over. This round I will vote for No. 12 Matsuura Mori."
The holy voice appeared, "All players have finished speaking, please start voting."
The options for voting appeared in front of everyone's eyes, and the blue light floated in the air that was so cold that it was almost frozen, making it particularly dazzling.
An Wujiu stretched out his finger and chose Matsuura Mori.
The moment his fingertip touched his name, a dangerous and crazy idea sprouted in An Wujiu's heart.
He wants to survive, not for those unbearable past events, but for the altar.
He wants to destroy the altar.
Completely destroy this man-eating place.
Even though An Wujiu knew that it was difficult, it was almost a dream, but he was determined to live for this goal.
"Voting closed."
Shengyin announced the result to everyone.
"After voting and deliberation by all the priests, today's sacrifice target is player No. 12 Matsuura Mori. Please leave a last message."
There was no surprise on Matsuura Mori's face, and he accepted the result calmly. He didn't speak directly, but walked off the stone platform that belonged to him, and walked towards Todo Sakura step by step.
He took off his cloak and covered her already stiff body, squatted down and covered her face with his palms, and closed Fujido Sakura's eyes.
"I've already said what I want to say." Matsuura Mori also lay down, and closed his eyes at a distance from Todo Sakura, "If you still believe me, sacrifice the werewolf I detected."
After he finished speaking, he lay quietly beside Todo Sakura, until the moment the countdown to the last words ended, he fell into a complete coma.
"Players who died at night also need to be buried in the tomb on the top of the mountain."
"The morning sacrifice is over, please prepare for the evening sacrifice."
After the holy voice disappeared, An Wujiu stood there without moving.
The Rite of Twilight, and the Examination of Night, were the closest moments to his own nightmare.
Just standing here, An Wujiu's mind will flash many memory fragments that he saw last night, seeing Fujido Sakura and Matsuura Mori lying in front of him, he can't help but think of his parents.
It was them who seemed to be lying on the ground with their heads on their heads.
His memory is really weird. So far, there is not a single beautiful picture after recovery. An Wujiu could only imagine the picture of his father and mother leaning against each other, lying on the thick fallen leaves in the backyard, while his sister ran after him.
Although it was fabricated, An Wujiu thought, these things must have happened.
Before those things happened, there should have been good times, but he forgot.
After the memory flowed back, those past feelings also returned to his body, including childhood fear and confusion.
He didn't understand his mother when he was a child.
I don't understand why she always moves, why she is always hysterical, why she is afraid of him touching those things her father left behind, those weird spells and words.
How much courage does a person have to fight against the unknown and powerful instigator after the death of his lover and protect two young children.
An Wujiu, who was staring at him, squatted down, took Matsuura Mori's wrist, and put his hand on Fujido Sakura's.
He stood up, intending to ask Yang Ce, maybe he was really the father Yang Erci was looking for so hard.
An Wujiu thought, at least let him know that Yang Erci also entered this dark place because of him, maybe this time, this time when they didn't match up, she will be in deep danger and cannot survive.
Everything in this world is cruel when you look closely.
"What's wrong?"
An Wujiu raised his head and met Shen Ti's transparent and beautiful pupils.
Shen Ti smiled softly, cupped his face with both hands, and rubbed his fingertips lightly a few times.
"Why do you seem to be crying?"