Hearing this sentence, Wu You's expression changed.
"You..." He stared at An Wujiu, "Did you guess?"
"Looking at your reaction, it seems that I guessed it right." An Wujiu raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "I thought you leaked it to me on purpose."
He couldn't continue talking, and was dragged to another room by Wu You.
"How did you guess that?" Wu You took off the hat, scratched at the short red hair, and put it back on again, "Did I show it clearly?"
An Wujiu didn't smile, just looked him up and down, didn't answer his question directly, just said nonchalantly: "If I were Yang Ming, you would be dead by now."
Wu You's expression changed immediately.
Soon, An Wujiu laughed as if he had succeeded in a trick, "Don't be afraid, you are lucky, the curse line didn't reach me."
The room was dark except for a cool white lamp next to the sofa. An Wujiu went over and sat down, put his left hand against his temple, crossed his right leg on top of his left, and leaned against it.
"But you really haven't been cautious enough."
The cold light slanted across An Wujiu's half of his face like a tulle, lighting up his forehead, nose bridge, eyelashes, frivolous mouth corners and sharp jawline. Every inch of the other half was immersed in unfathomable darkness.
Mysterious beauty wrapped around this person.
"I heard that apart from me and Yang Ming, the others are strangers who have never met. In other words, you didn't know Yang Ming before you came into this game."
An Wujiu's voice is actually gentle, so it always gives people a beautiful illusion.
"Since the warm-up match, you and Liu Chengwei have had a lot of friction. You almost got into fights several times, but after you got the character card, you almost always contradicted Yang Ming intentionally or unintentionally, and even exposed your rivalry in front of us. His hostility." An Wujiu smiled lightly, "He was the character with the greatest advantage on the field at the time, and he had an alliance with a high force value, how dare you?"
Wu You stood where he was, with his lips tightly closed.
"When I signed the contract just now, I wanted to see who would be the first to stand up. This meant breaking Yang Ming's monopoly on the game. Of course outsiders would choose to wait and see first." His deep black pupils stared at Looking at Wu You standing in front of him, "It really is you."
"But..." Wu You seemed to be trying to defend himself, "Why is it impossible for someone else to hide his curse on Yang Ming? You also said, isn't it too obvious to show his great advantage directly? "
"Of course it's possible." An Wujiu leaned his head back and looked at the ceiling, "Using the method of elimination, I'm not the one who cursed Yang Ming, and Ueno certainly wasn't. It's true that Liu Chengwei is an idiot, but he doesn't have that. If you can pretend, you can't curse Yang Ming and stand with him at the same time."
"Old Yu... seems like a rational and good man who hides his emotions and is very cautious, but he refuted Yang Ming several times. With his character, he is more like a person whose red and black lines have nothing to do with Yang Ming. If it is true If you curse him, you will definitely avoid suspicion. Just wait and see, if his black line is made public, it must be someone who has almost no intersection with him."
"Then only Shen Ti, Zhong Yirou and you are left." Thinking of Shen Ti, the focus of An Wujiu's eyes gradually dissipated, and the murals on the ceiling gradually distorted and spread like a kaleidoscope, and finally turned into countless jewel-like eyes .
An Wujiu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, sat up straight and looked at Wu You, "I'm too lazy to think about it, let's find the most deceitful one to scare. It didn't happen just once."
Wu You only felt terrible about the observation and probing abilities of the man in front of him.
"So," he asked, "did you really pretend?"
An Wujiu smiled, "Then my acting skills are too good. I wonder how I became so kind. When others want to harm me, I still think about whether we can win together. Maybe it's because I just entered this game and I haven't played it yet. Let go of your hands and feet."
"It's impossible to win together here." Wu You said.
"Of course it is possible." An Wujiu frowned, "It's just that some people are not worthy."
Wu You stopped talking.
"Hello."
Wu You raised his head again and saw An Wujiu with a kind face, "Tell me about your crush."
Wu You frowned, but told An Wujiu the answer without hesitation for too long.
"Shen Ti."
An Wujiu burst out laughing, "It's him."
"What's wrong?" Wu You asked, "Do you want him to die?"
"Hmm... I thought about it for a moment." An Wujiu yawned.
But you can't die now.
Wu You was silent for a while, and finally said, "Then you think Yang Ming..."
Mentioning this name, An Wujiu's face obviously showed a bored expression, as if he was sleepy, "He hasn't noticed yet."
Wu You's tightly knit brows loosened slightly, but the suspicion in his eyes never dissipated.
"Let me guess, what are you thinking right now?"
An Wujiu stretched her crippled waist, got up from the sofa, and made a weak and pitiful expression on purpose, "What should I do, I'm afraid that Yang Ming will know that I cursed him, and tomorrow he can check my red and black lines He will definitely try his best to kill me. I don't want to die, but even if I survive, as long as Yang Ming doesn't die, I can only get one more point from Shen Ti at most."
After finishing speaking, his expression and tone recovered in an instant, becoming superior.
"You're scared right now."
Wu You's eyelashes trembled, his silence seemed more and more weak, so after a brief pause, he still chose to speak.
"You're right. Yang Ming's skills are designed to restrain me. No matter how well I hide it, he will know about it sooner or later."
The object of his curse is Yang Ming, but Yang Ming chose the role of a capitalist, who has the ability to know the privacy of [company employees].
"If he uses skills on me, I will definitely die." Wu You lowered his head, and his fisted hand relaxed.
Under the light, An Wujiu's snow-white face was glowing with gold, which reminded him of a ball of snow thrown into the fire.
"Yes." An Wujiu smiled, "It's so miserable, there is absolutely no other choice."
Wu You's heart gradually sank.
This is the only and last door he can open to survive. But he also knew that this was tantamount to begging An Wujiu to help him with his only one chance to switch lines. It is difficult to eradicate my own black line, and the red line has low survival value...
not much hope.
"You can only cooperate with me."
Hearing the unexpected answer, Wu You raised his head with surprise in his eyes.
"Why… "
Why did you find him, and why did you help him.
An Wujiu chuckled, and opened his mouth lightly, "When Zhong Yirou sewed up my wound, I planned it out, but afterward I had two duels in a row, I was so busy looking for death that I didn't have time to look for you."
The lights reflected in his pupils, like two smoldering will-o'-the-wisps.
"Yang Ming will check your line sooner or later, and I must be ahead of him."
"Little devil, I'm not helping you."
Wu You stared into his eyes, feeling that those eyes were like an abyss.
"Yang Ming always feels that this game is a loser's game. He thinks that my level is not much different from his. As long as he doesn't make mistakes, he won't lose."
An Wujiu made a regretful expression, "It's so pitiful, he really can't see it at all, this is obviously a game with great disparity in strength and winners."
Wu You said softly, "So..."
"So I have to teach him a lesson and let him take a good look at how he loses."
"To see the last moment."
Where there is not enough light, these gorgeous and delicate religious murals seem to lose their divinity. The faces of those angels and the Holy Father are distorted and deformed, and together with the dogmas that tame people, they flow into the silent darkness.
Shen Ti stared at the painting on the wall, and the eyes of the person in the painting seemed to be staring at him too, creating a subtle sense of staring at each other.
"It's already half past nine in the evening."
He heard Ueno's voice. There was only one place where the time could be seen in the entire bunker, and he came from the living room.
Ueno's voice was a little fuzzy, "...don't you help Brother Ming? When he saw you directly agreeing to An Wujiu's conditions, he was going to die of anger."
"Damn it, I can't even care about it. Don't talk about helping him. When it really comes to the point where I can't live anymore, I will dare to kill anyone except the person connected to my red line." Liu Chengwei said, as if Eating, chewing loudly, annoying, "This bread is so fucking hard."
"Really? I think it's much more delicious than what I can afford in reality." Ueno stared at the bread in his hand, didn't pay attention to the road, and accidentally bumped into Shen Ti's body, so scared that he even backed away Take a few steps.
Under the dim light, Shen Ti's eyes looked like a lake under the snow-capped mountains in the early morning. After looking at it for a long time, it made one's heart chill.
"You have a good relationship." He took off his mask and started talking. It's just that this person is always full of various contradictions. Just being over 1.9 meters tall is already very oppressive, but he will make some child-like behaviors. The tone is cold, but the tone of the speech is full of jokes.
Hearing Shen Ti's words, Ueno seemed a little flustered, "I, we are not in a mutual curse relationship, of course it won't be bad."
"Why are you nervous?" Shen Ti smiled and asked intentionally, "Did I mention the curse?"
Ueno froze for a moment, speechless for a moment.
But Shen Ti chose to chase after him fiercely, "You are so sensitive to this word, did you curse him or me?" He glanced at Liu Chengwei with a smile in his eyes.
"I didn't!" Ueno blurted out, but he couldn't hide his guilt, and turned his head to look at Liu Chengwei.
"That's it." Shen Ti patted Ueno on the shoulder, then deliberately lowered his head and approached him, and whispered to him, "Don't trust others so easily."
"What do you mean." Liu Chengwei looked annoyed, "Why are you sowing discord here!"
"What?" Shen Ti immediately showed a terrified expression, "I thought you would only have a good relationship with strong people. I didn't expect..."
As he said that, he suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment, turned his head to Ueno and said, "Yes, I almost forgot, you got a character with high strength and survival value, so it makes sense."
"you!"
What Shen Ti said made Ueno and Liu Chengwei look at each other, and the atmosphere even became a little awkward. But the instigator was relaxed, left the corridor without saying a word, and waved his back to them in a friendly manner.
"Get along well. Come on."
As soon as he turned around, the smile on his face disappeared immediately.
He wanted to sit in the reading room, but unexpectedly found that Wu You was leading Yang Ming to the piano room next door. Yang Ming had a solemn expression, as if he heard something he didn't want to hear.
Shen Ti thought for a while, then turned and walked in another direction.
In this closed bunker, time passed quickly. After Shen Ti finished his last round of games with himself in the billiards room and came to the empty living room again, the time displayed by the clock was almost ten. two points.
He stood there watching, and returned to his lounge. I didn't meet anyone else along the way, probably because the time for forced sleep was approaching, and everyone returned to their rooms.
Close the door, and there is only one bed in the room. Compared with a bedroom, it is more like a place where people who confessed their sins in the past confess their sins. The gorgeous religious murals extend all the way inside, and I feel flustered after looking at it for a long time.
Lying on the bed, with the auspiciousness and love painted on the ceiling, a pair of blue eyes looked at Shen Ti.
He has no interest in this religion, and even has a natural resistance.
After closing his eyes, the scene of An Wujiu cutting off his hair kept appearing in his mind, like a malfunctioning machine. Although he planned to test An Wujiu at that time to see if he was really harmless, the sudden change of An Wujiu still surprised him.
Finally met an interesting guy.
Gradually, there seemed to be a slightly sweet aroma in the air, which made people dizzy. In a daze, Shen Ti completely lost consciousness. This feeling is not pleasant, it is completely different from falling asleep, and more like a nightmare that quickly strips consciousness.
The strange thing was that he was obviously asleep, but he felt as if he heard some strange sounds, like the friction sound of some heavy and huge object dragging, rustling, rustling.
The hypnotic gas and small voices saw each other on the nerves, and at the critical point of falling asleep, he suddenly heard the singing of hymns. The singing was holy and beautiful, repeating itself. In the hazy lullaby, Shen Ti completely lost consciousness.
Opening his eyes again, he was woken up by the sound of discussion at the door.
There is no difference between day and night here, and the lights are the only source of light. Shen Ti felt a slight headache, probably because of the hypnotic gas last night.
"No wonder it looks like a church here, but it doesn't look like a church...it looks creepy." As soon as he opened the door, Shen Ti heard Ueno say this.
"Don't you think those angels, like, like staring at us?"
Shen Ti closed the door and walked towards them with arms crossed. Everyone else was there, except An Wujiu.
Yang Ming held a piece of paper in his hand with a solemn expression.
Shen Ti had no curiosity, just looked at the terrified expressions of the others.
"Fuck, what does this mean." Liu Chengwei spat out the wooden stick in his mouth, "The more you look at it, the more evil it becomes."
Suddenly, a door behind him was opened with a bang, Shen Ti turned his head and saw An Wujiu yawning and grabbing his hair and going out, with a yellow energy bar that had consumed nearly a quarter of it on his head.
He found a loose white shirt from nowhere and draped it over his body. It was unbuttoned and baggy, revealing his bandaged wound and black peony pattern on the front.
"What evil?" An Wujiu walked over idly, took the piece of paper from Yang Ming's hand, and smiled beautifully, "Me?"
"you!"
"Hey, there are so many words." An Wujiu stared down at the piece of paper, and read out what was written on it in a very perfunctory tone.
"God who speaks to all things, I use poison to take the breath of those people and melt their internal organs and lungs. Priests should sacrifice their lives, offer blood, offer endless fear and mourning everywhere, and offer the most devout prayers, may It pleases the Lord. I hide among the survivors, I send the blood of the last seven survivors to the altars, one person, one life, and midnight is a pilgrimage of burning incense, a pain I am immune to, a time of holy repose—you most pious."
"Worthy." An Wujiu finished reading, with a disgusted expression on his face, he turned the paper to the back in boredom, there was nothing, and then checked the paper against the light source, "Printed?" He rubbed it again, "No It's a hologram..."
Yang Ming grabbed the paper in his hand, "You don't need to worry about it."
"Why don't you need it?" An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, "Where did you find this? Who found it?"
"Yes, it's me." Ueno raised his hand. He was quickly stopped by Yang Ming, "Shut up."
Zhong Yirou, who was leaning against the wall, looked at her face with the small mirror in her palm, applied lipstick on herself, and said while applying: "Could it be a new hint from the game?" I hid among the survivors, and the last The seven survivors of the Sacred Altar', isn't that..."
With that excited and overjoyed tone, An Wujiu said with a smile what others didn't want to accept.
"Ha, it turns out that among the eight of us... there is a cultist who wants to kill everyone."
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The author has something to say:
Winner's game and loser's game are the highest economic concepts.
This is probably the case. The loser game means that the two sides are of equal strength. If you want to win, you have to make fewer mistakes than the other side. It’s a bit like the badminton women’s singles final in this year’s Olympics. Fewer turnovers lead to victory.
Winner's game is the opposite. One side is much stronger than the other side, so the person who wins the game relies on his own correct decision-making and strength. Even if the opponent does not make mistakes, it is difficult to reverse the situation.