The blood bar that suddenly lost, the corpse that suddenly returned to the room.
One after another, the strange events made the survivors in the bunker panic.
"How is it possible... why me?"
Ueno Daisei couldn't believe what happened to him. He held on to the wall, dazzled by the residual effects of the hypnotic gas.
Wu You's expression didn't change, he just said in a low voice: "In other words, the cultists have appeared again."
Zhong Yirou trembled, with a frightened expression on her face, "It's so weird, isn't this game not involving unnatural things?" She glanced at the door of Liu Chengwei's room, "And how did that corpse go back? Is it? Could it be the ghost of a cultist seeking…”
Before he finished speaking, Yang Ming snapped, "How is that possible! What nonsense!"
"Why is it just nonsense?" Zhong Yirou glanced at his mouth, and continued, "What if it is true? What didn't happen in the altar? How did Liu Chengwei die in the end? He died in a duel with Ueno Dacheng, and the last three lives were lost. The fight is gone."
"Why don't you say I was the one who lost blood at night? It wasn't you, Yang Ming, and it wasn't Wu You who was older than them, but it was Ueno?"
Yang Ming couldn't refute these words, but he didn't believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, so it must be the real cultists who were obstructing it.
An Wujiu stood quietly aside, with his hands in his pockets. He glanced at Ueno Dacheng, who looked very confused, leaning against the wall weakly, his eyes were empty, and he couldn't say a word.
Therefore, An Wujiu who had been silent for a long time also spoke lightly.
"There have been blood loss for two nights. According to the overnight stay rules, Liu Chengwei is indeed the only person who complies. But he is dead. Do you really believe that a dead body can stand up and kill someone in someone else's room? ?”
The light from the lounge porch hits the angel's head from top to bottom, and those holy and beautiful lines have also become eerie and weird at this moment, smiling like weeping, closing eyes like eternal sleep.
Old Yu said slowly: "In the games I participated in before, there were indeed many unnatural things, but this game has been a pure survival game from the beginning. Will there be ghosts?"
"Could it be..." He cautiously gave another possibility, "The cultist is not Liu Chengwei at all."
"It's not him?" Ueno stood still in a daze, with his hands on the wall, "Then who else?"
This doubt was like a spark thrown from the withered grass, and it soon became a prairie fire.
Shen Ti leaned his shoulder against the wall, didn't say anything, and yawned big by himself.
Old Yu frowned, "I'm just guessing. If the cultist is someone else, why should everyone focus on Liu Chengwei. What is his purpose in framing Liu Chengwei?"
Wu You raised his eyes and said a possibility, "Perhaps his black line is connected to Liu Chengwei."
He grafted his black wire connection onto someone else, but his face didn't blush and his heart didn't beat.
"Hey, it's possible." Zhong Yirou thought for a while, "But if you just want to get rid of the black line, it seems a bit unnecessary to go around in such a big circle. And he has achieved his wish now, and killing Ueno is for what?"
"It feels more like trying to disturb the audience." Old Yu thought for a moment, "When there were several suspects, everyone wasn't even sure if there were really cultists or who was more suspected, but at that time Yang Ming has already asked us to fight with three wheels."
Wu You's eyes under the brim of the hat glanced at Yang Ming.
Suspicion fell on Yang Ming, and he immediately said angrily, "I've said it, I'm doing it for everyone's benefit. If the cultists are not forced out as soon as possible, everyone will be in danger at night!"
"But even if there is a duel, you can't directly find out who is the real cultist, can you?" Old Yu looked at him with suspicion in his eyes, "Your real purpose is actually to kill people with a knife."
"If you don't agree to a duel, no one can force you." Yang Ming sneered.
"Really?" Lao Yu shook his head, "If we don't agree, let's not talk about Liu Chengwei. Just me and Zhong Yirou, you will join your allies to fight us, or you can use what you didn't show How can we fight with you for the half of the material to be traded?"
He mentioned the crucial point, in the first half of the game, Yang Ming occupied an unshakable leadership position.
"That's right." Zhong Yirou also turned his face and looked at Yang Ming, "Up until yesterday, you insisted that Liu Chengwei must be a cult member. What is the evidence?"
"If it's just because no one lost blood the night he was tied up, can this situation be manipulated?"
"Could it be that the first blood loss is just to set the blame, and the second blood loss is the real intention to kill..."
In the end, the dispute turned into an excellent incitement.
Before he finished speaking, Ueno Dacheng threw himself on Yang Ming, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and questioned him hoarsely.
"Are you trying to kill me!? You told me that Liu Chengwei must be a cult member and wanted me to kill him! Now you get rid of him and want to kill me again! Are you cursing me!"
Yang Ming pushed him away, "You are crazy! I agreed to your alliance back then, and you betrayed me ungratefully, how dare you ask me?"
"It really is you... It really is right..." Ueno stood up in a daze, "You found a new tool and let us kill each other..."
"Enough!" Yang Ming cut off his words, afraid that he would continue, "You forgot what you told me? You said that your black line is Shen Ti, and your red line is me. You beg me to help you. Now Bite me back?"
When Yang Ming spoke out his red and black lines in public, it was undoubtedly a public execution of Ueno, tearing off the last fig leaf.
It wasn't until this moment that Ueno finally understood that in Yang Ming's eyes, he was just a dispensable dog, a tool he used to check and balance others.
Once a replacement is found, he can be thrown away at will.
"Holy tone..." Ueno trembled all over, and said a choice he had never imagined.
"I want to initiate a duel, a duel with Yang Ming."
After finishing speaking, Ueno walked towards the duel room step by step alone.
All along, Yang Ming believed that he held these pawns firmly in his hands. Even if they betrayed for the sake of profit, he never thought that he would be bitten back.
After the request, the Holy Voice appeared.
"Player Ueno Dacheng initiates a duel with player Yang Ming. Please enter the duel threshold battle."
But at this moment, the duel was a foregone conclusion, and he could not force Ueno Dacheng to withdraw his decision.
An Wujiu who was secretly leading everything was like a spectator, he didn't say a word, just silently followed behind everyone and went with them.
The long corridor envelops different desires in everyone's heart. Although An Wujiu is calculating the result, this road still leads to an unknown journey.
Ueno stands on the duel threshold.
An Wujiu knew that the result was doomed.
Yang Ming had no choice but to walk into the duel threshold.
A bar of weapons appeared above their heads, and after scrolling, the weapons of both of them were selected as short knives.
"Are there any other characters joining the duel? Please choose the camp you want to go to and deposit all the blood bars on the character panel. Time one minute."
After the holy voice finished speaking, Yang Ming looked down the field.
An Wujiu also looked over.
According to the plan, Wu You will stand by Yang Ming's side.
Wu You and Yang Ming have 5 blood bars in total, narrowly beating Ueno Dacheng's 4 blood bars.
No one will stand up to help Ueno Daisei.
Judging from the existing red and black lines, there must be one of Lao Yu and Zhong Yirou who cursed Ueno. At this time, whoever stands up will make the situation clearer.
No one dared to take this step casually.
Among them, the only one whose red line can reach Ueno is Shen Ti.
Just as An Wujiu calculated, a person stepped into the duel threshold and stood beside Yang Ming.
Not Wu You.
It happened to be Shen Ti.
After a while, a dagger appeared in front of Shen Ti. He held the handle and looked at Ueno opposite. Those jewel-like eyes were slightly bent, revealing a gentle smile, full of bewilderment.
"I heard that your black line is me, why don't I come right now?"
When he stood in the camp, Yang Ming showed a winning expression on his face.
An Wujiu was sure in his heart that he would not lose, because Yang Ming was only at the end of his battle, but he still couldn't help looking at Shen Ti.
Is he really going to join Yang Ming's camp
It is true that Shen Ti's red line connected Ueno, but if Ueno survives to the end, the score should be higher than him.
For this alone, Shen Ti would not let him live.
Those outside the duel threshold chose to sit on the sidelines, and Ueno did not struggle for too long in the one-on-two battle.
At the end of the first game, Ueno was already bruised, panting, and knelt on the ground.
After changing to the perspective of watching the battle, An Wujiu suddenly realized that Shen Ti could also strike so fiercely, and his physical strength was far beyond his estimate. But when he faced him back then, he clearly resorted to restraint, it didn't look like a duel at all.
I thought it was his character that was just fooling around.
Yang Ming's physical fitness has never been trained, and he was stabbed several times by the mentally broken Ueno. When he saw the blood, he became very nervous, and hurriedly used supplies to heal his wounds when he was out of the duel threshold.
"I won't participate!" Yang Ming said to Shen Ti, "You fight him alone."
He originally wanted to kill Zhong Yirou first today, but the number of duels per day is limited. If he had a duel with Zhong Yirou, Ueno Dacheng would definitely join the opponent's camp out of revenge.
This is a hassle.
Or get rid of Ueno first.
Seeing Shen Ti nodding towards Yang Ming, An Wujiu suddenly didn't want to watch anymore.
He didn't miss it, turned around and left.
Shen Ti in the duel threshold seemed to have received some sense, and he also turned his face and glanced at An Wujiu, he didn't care about the weapon of this round at all, his eyes were fixed until his back disappeared at the door of the duel room.
After leaving the duel room, An Wujiu went back to the storage room, sat there eating bread and drinking water by himself, and replenished his energy bar to full. At the same time, he checked other people's supplies. After the second apportionment, the rest of the people, except for Ueno, who has zero supplies, should be able to survive until the end.
While sitting quietly, he recalled his dream again, which seemed to be completely different from his memory.
The mother in the memory was extremely gentle and never blamed him in any way.
Why in the dream she seemed to be possessed by a demon.
Is it because the dream is reversed
Is the holy altar a holy place for gold panning, or a Gu cave for cannibalism.
The holy voice kept broadcasting the battle situation, causing An Wujiu's thoughts to pull back and forth. In the end, he came out of the storage room, and before he reached the living room, he heard the news of Ueno Daisei's death.
"Player Ueno Dacheng, his health bar is zero, and he died."
This manipulated chess piece was eventually completely abandoned.
An Wujiu regained focus with his wandering eyes, stood up, and walked towards the living room.
It seems that Zhong Yirou did not fulfill the agreement and used his ability to restore blood on the dying Ueno.
In the corridor, he heard the quarrel between Zhong Yirou and Yang Ming. Walking out of the corridor, the light hit his face inch by inch.
"I will challenge you to a duel now," Yang Ming said firmly, "Sheng Yin, I will challenge Zhong Yirou to a duel!"
With Zhong Yirou's seven points, Yang Ming must be number one, and he probably wanted to do this a long time ago.
However, Shengyin replied like this.
"The number of duels is full today, and the duel cannot be initiated."
Zhong Yirou was instantly relieved and let out a long breath.
"This is God's will. Some people are so murderous, I'd better use the skills that increase the blood bar twice on myself."
She patted her chest with a smile, opened her game panel, clicked on it, and the panel beeped, "What if a revived cultist appears at night and kills my little life?"
An Wujiu said softly, "If you use it, the final reward points will be reduced by 10,000 points."
Ten thousand points is not a small amount, and it is very likely that there are not so many reward points in this round of games.
"It's okay. I've already used it up. If you can breastfeed, you can breastfeed. The most important thing is to live." She deliberately said to Yang Ming, "I don't want to wake up and find that I'm dead. What can I do if I have skills? Death It’s useless to go out, but it’s too bad.”
As long as you live until nine o'clock tomorrow morning, everything will be over.
Unable to initiate a duel, Yang Ming was annoyed and annoyed, thinking that it was because of his own emotions that he miscalculated, Ueno's four lives were too difficult, and he should leave the last chance of duel to Zhong Yirou.
But he also knew that even if she really used the duel opportunity on Zhong Yirou, she could still save her life.
In any case, this night will pass like this.
The bullying, fierce fighting, suspicion and intrigue among the eight people will inevitably end after the sacred music is played tomorrow morning.
This is the last night.
Shen Ti drank the last of the water and lay on the bed alone.
When he left the living room, the clock showed 11:45. He'd love to stay there and see what the hour looks like, to see what's coming out of the little wooden split door under the quartz clock.
But at that time, he was about to enter forced sleep, and he didn't want to collapse on the last night.
His index finger tapped the edge of the wooden bed lightly, making a regular sound, which coincided with the second hand of the clock far away from the long corridor. But his eyes wandered around, and finally fixed on his wrist.
The traces of the handcuffs had not been completely removed, and remained on the surface of the skin like a scar that was about to heal. He lifted it up, as if reminiscing about the previous involvement.
Being held back feels strange, but not bad.
He thought of the night when he entered An Wujiu's room, he said to himself.
"It's getting late." It's time to go.
The moment the hypnotic gas was released, Shen Ti's tapping fingers stopped suddenly.
While half asleep and half awake, he suddenly figured out something.
All the chaotic thoughts converged at this moment.
He was like a cat fighting against a ball of yarn, constantly looking for it, scratching it with its paws, but at a certain moment, he suddenly saw the imperceptible thread.
Then he laughed, before being forced to sleep.
I must have a good dream tonight, Shen Ti thought.
On the morning of the fifth day, An Wujiu woke up almost as soon as the effect of the medicine wore off, and went straight to the living room after opening his eyes.
The second hand is still moving little by little.
6:23 am.
He was the first one to show up here, so he idly did some boring stuff.
Soon, others appeared one after another. These are the final hours of fate, and even with the gas that forces sleep, the huge desire to survive cannot make people sleep peacefully.
Yang Ming was the second person to arrive.
He looked around and found that Zhong Yirou hadn't come out yet, so he kept scanning the quartz clock in the living room.
It was just after 8 o'clock when Zhong Yirou came out. The strange thing was that she didn't change her cheongsam this time, nor did she change her hairstyle, she didn't even put on makeup, and she looked flustered.
"Last night before I went to bed, I used the two chances to increase my health bar on myself. There should be three." Zhong Yirou clicked on his own panel, "But I lost one blood last night."
The current blood count is displayed on her head, indeed, there are only two left.
Old Yu murmured: "Sure enough, the cultists are still among us..."
Yang Ming on the side didn't care about it at all, but laughed out loud.
Whether he is a cultist or not, now is the time, Zhong Yirou has only two lives left, so he must fight quickly.
"Shen Ti!" He turned his head and signaled Shen Ti who was leaning against the wall, "Go up now."
At this moment, Yang Ming does not want to initiate a duel by himself, because if so, Shen Ti may suddenly turn against him. He only has one life, so he must act safely.
Probably due to the stipulations of the contract, Shen Ti did not resist, "I, challenge Zhong Yirou to a duel."
Shengyin responded immediately, "Player Shen Ti challenged player Zhong Yirou to a duel."
"Please fight as soon as possible, time five minutes."
The moment Zhong Yirou stepped into the scarlet light curtain, he looked panicked. She kept turning her head to look at the others, unable to refuse the duel, she hoped to get help from anyone present.
The first one to stand up was An Wujiu.
He stepped into the duel threshold at a steady pace, and stood behind Zhong Yirou.
Shen Ti stared at An Wujiu's face, with a subtle smile on his lips.
Yang Ming, who was beyond the threshold of the duel, began to laugh at him unscrupulously, "Shen Ti has eight blood bars, what is your one blood bar? Did you take the initiative to come up because you wanted to die?"
An Wugui didn't speak.
Yang Ming was unhappy, but he was still calculating.
An Wujiu stood in line with Zhong Yirou, and Lao Yu, who had a crush on him, would definitely stand up in order to prevent An Wujiu from dying. In this way, the total number of blood bars on their side is eight.
Shen Ti can let Wu You go up here too, counting one of his health bars, a total of 13.
Crushing victory.
But just when Yang Ming felt relieved, a second person came up.
It was Wu You who had been lying in Yang Ming's camp for a long time.
He just watched Wu You enter the duel threshold, walked towards Zhong Yirou step by step, and finally stopped beside An Wujiu.
Yang Ming began to realize that something was wrong.
"Wu You! What are you doing?"
Under the brim of the hat, Wu You's expression didn't show much emotional ups and downs, and he just whispered, "Zhong Yirou's red line is connected to me."
"Are you crazy or stupid? You are the one who is attached to her, and you are going to help her?"
"She helped me." Wu You continued to reason without changing his face.
"You are really unreasonable! I was blind and helped you!" Yang Ming was furious, but he tried hard to persuade himself to calm down and think about the status quo.
Shen Ti's side has 8 blood bars, and the other side also has 8 health bars including Lao Yu.
No, time is running out. Zhong Yirou must be killed.
Before Lao Yu, who was beyond the threshold of the duel, took action, Yang Ming took the lead and came to Shen Ti's side.
"This is what you want to fight against me. Once you enter the duel threshold, there is no chance to regret it."
Sheng Yin appeared, "Are there any other players joining this round of duel?"
At this moment, there is only Lao Yu left outside the duel threshold. An Wujiu turned his face and looked at him. His expression seemed to be different from before, as if he was deliberately avoiding his own eyes.
Similarly, he also avoids the question of the holy voice.
"Faction selection is over, the duel threshold is closed."
At this moment, Yang Ming seemed to have won the victory, he laughed loudly, "I don't even want to help you with your red line! This is your life, An Wugui!"
An Wujiu was also thinking about the reason for Lao Yu's move, even though he never thought that he could be exhaustive. But Lao Yu's giving up still surprised him.
"Why?" While the system was choosing a weapon, he looked at Old Yu with clear eyes that seemed out of place in this arena.
"You ask me why?" Lao Yu also looked at him, with a hint of revenge in his eyes, "Why did you change my thread?"
In just a moment, An Wujiu understood.
He turned his head and looked at Shen Ti.
Yang Ming was already full of anticipation for An Wujiu's doomed death.
"What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and talk about your last words!"
The scrolling weapon bar finally stopped.
"The weapons of both sides in this round of duel are samurai swords. The countdown begins."
After the countdown ended, Shen Ti launched an attack immediately.
The knife light flashed across An Wujiu's fair face.
He is contradictory, An Wujiu in the duel threshold has only one life left, and he doesn't want him to die.
On the other hand, he seemed to believe in the person in front of him, he knew no matter what the state was, good or evil. At this moment, An Wujiu, who was standing on the opposite side of him, would not give up his life easily.
He didn't attack An Wujiu, but attacked other people in a slightly paddling manner.
An Wujiu was also surprised, although he was in a normal state at the moment, he didn't seem to have a strong stress response when facing a duel like the first time.
Even so, An Wujiu still did not take the initiative to attack, but was protecting Wu You and Zhong Yirou.
When the tip of the knife swung in front of An Wujiu's eyes, Shen Ti opened his mouth softly, his voice was close at hand with the blowing cold wind, and then stopped instantly.
"what's on your mind?"
An Wujiu used his own knife to brace his, resisting the attack.
A very light and ethereal sentence fell into Shen Ti's ears.
"You'll find out soon enough."
Soon is a rather complicated and subjective concept of time.
Soon, their unbalanced duel was coming to an end, and the health bar of the weaker side was rapidly draining.
When An Wujiu was trying to protect Zhong Yirou, Yang Ming sneaked up behind him, the samurai sword in his hand gleamed coldly, piercing An Wujiu's back fiercely, piercing through his body.
The moment he pulled out the long knife, blood splashed out and splashed on Shen Ti's windbreaker.
Almost subconsciously, Shen Ti stretched out his arms and embraced An Wujiu who was about to kneel on the ground with his back to them. He clearly saw that the blood on An Wujiu's head was draining rapidly.
"You only have one blood bar. If you die, it will be gone!" Yang Ming loosened his hand, and the bleeding knife fell to the ground, making a metallic clang. He laughed like a maniac and shouted "I won, this time I finally won".
Wu You stared at Yang Ming coldly, and calculated the time in his mind according to the method Professor An Wujiu gave him.
In an instant, the entire bunker played the choir movement, and the holy music spread to everyone's ears, but what the nose smelled was the indelible bloody smell, like a bloody baptism.
And An Wujiu's health bar was about to return to zero.
"It's nine o'clock! I won, I really won!" Yang Ming became more and more crazy. He shouted at the ceiling, trying to get the victory crown faster.
His clamor was so incompatible with the sacred music in the bunker.
Shengyin announced the result without emotion.
"This round of duel is over, and Shen Ti's camp has won."
"Player An Wugui's health bar returns..."
Like a malfunction, the holy voice suddenly stopped and stopped making any sound.
"Not so fast yet."
A familiar voice appeared behind him, sending a chill down Yang Ming's spine.
how come…
Every muscle in him was extremely stiff, turning around like a puppet, and the shock almost swallowed his sanity.
An Wujiu who just "died" came back to life.
His blood bar that had returned to zero did disappear, but a complete, new blood bar appeared.
Yang Ming immediately realized that he pointed at Zhong Yirou, "It's you, you lied to me!"
"Soldiers never tire of deceit." Zhong Yirou smiled charmingly, the panic just now was all fake, the calm and charming expression on her face at this moment is the real her.
"That's the only way to be interesting. Would you watch a movie without a reversal?"
Yang Ming was out of breath, and suddenly loosened his brows, and said with a sneer, "So what if you're not dead, the sacred music is over, and it's past nine o'clock!" He stared at An Wujiu fiercely, "You still lost!"
An Wujiu in Shen Ti's arms grinned, with bright red blood between his teeth.
Just a laugh and let others identify his "mutation". Yang Ming's piercing knife forced out An Wujiu's dark state again.
"It really hurts." An Wujiu covered his stomach, stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his finger, then smiled and raised his chin.
"Wu You."
Hearing An Wujiu's instructions, Wu You spoke in a low voice.
"Shengyin, I want to fight Yang Ming."
Yang Ming frowned, almost subconsciously, his legs moved uncontrollably, and he backed away from this terrifying duel threshold.
"What… "
But An Wujiu's bloody smile and the emotionless holy voice shattered his fantasy.
"Player Wu You challenged player Yang Ming to a duel."
"Please fight as soon as possible, time five minutes."
Yang Ming couldn't even accept this, let alone accept the challenge.
His eyes were full of shock, and he hissed, "How is it possible? Impossible, it's time! It's past nine o'clock!"
Lao Yu, who was beyond the threshold of the duel, didn't understand what happened.
Originally An Wujiu died, he thought he could at least get his survival points, it was almost a surprise.
The game is obviously over, why is there a reversal.
"It's nine o'clock..." Yang Ming hoarse and fell to his knees. A pair of legs appeared in front of him, and the man squatted down, and suddenly, one hand pinched his chin forcefully, forcing him to raise his face and look at him.
In front of him was An Wujiu with an elegant smile, his mouth full of blood made him look like a terrifying ogre. He licked the blood on his lips, curled his lips, "Remember what I said before, about the techniques of horror movies?"
He was so strong that the skin and flesh pinched by his fingertips turned white.
"For the sake of stabbing me and making me normal, I'll teach you a little trick." After speaking, An Wujiu moved closer to Yang Ming's ear and whispered two words.
"trick."
He laughed, let go of his hand when he had laughed enough, patted Yang Ming's confused face, and said in a rather regretful tone, "Your brain is not suitable for being a villain."
"It's better for me to come."
"Do you still remember the quartz clock in the living room?" An Wujiu stood up, put his hands behind his back, turned around playfully, stretched out his hand, made a twisting movement, and whispered.
"I turned him up twenty minutes this morning."
"Don't you think..." An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, the smile on his face disappeared.
"Was that good night last night particularly short-lived? Stupid."
The short-lived success and huge failure shattered Yang Ming's rationality. He froze in place, and after hearing Shen Ti's chuckle, he seemed to grab a life-saving straw.
He anxiously stretched out his hands to grab Shen Ti's legs.
This time, there was no command-style dictatorship, but pleading, "Shen Ti, Shen Ti...quick, kill them for me! Please, kill them for me!"
Shen Ti's handsome face showed a sorry expression, and there was a hint of cuteness in the gentleman.
"Sorry, you get what you pay for."
"The music has been played, and our cooperation is over."
He pulled away from the sluggish Yang Ming, step by step, and stood by An Wujiu's side.
"Why did you help him..." Yang Ming followed his footsteps slowly, looking over, and murmured.
"Why?" Shen Ti smiled, and put his arms around An Wujiu's shoulders, "This is a good question, if you don't tell me, I'm ashamed to lose my burden."
He clapped his hands, "Sheng Yin, I want to reveal my red line."
Then he bumped An Wujiu's shoulder again, "You're going to make it public, too."
"Is the easter egg going to be served so soon? The order is not right." Looking at Yang Ming's pitiful look, An Wujiu acted as if he was giving charity, "Okay, anyway, time is running out, so let's make it public." .”
This is the first time someone has voluntarily requested to disclose their line in public.
Sheng Yin appeared: "The player's red line will be released soon."
In an instant, many red light spots appeared around the two of them, like fireflies, circulating in the air, and gradually gathered into two slender red lines.
A glowing red thread wraps around Shen Ti's wrist, and then extends to the other end, hooking on An Wujiu's wrist, wrapping around tightly.
The other is the opposite path, trapping the same people.
Shen Ti smiled and raised his wrist, just like showing the pair of handcuffs back then.
"See? We are in a two-way crush."
Yang Ming's eyes were dull, he understood.
Shen Ti copied An Wujiu's ability to change lanes.
Old Yu's red and black lines just now were not replaced by An Wuxie, but by Shen Ti.
This is his long-planned secret love.
Yang Ming knew that he had lost, but he never imagined that he would lose so thoroughly and embarrassingly.
But this is what An Wugui wanted.
He doesn't just want to win.
It is a winning method that completely destroys the will of the opponent.
A white countdown timer appears above the scarlet duel threshold.
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"Player Yang Ming did not fight, and this round of duel directly determines that player Wu You wins."
"Yang Ming's health bar has returned to zero, and he died."
"No..." Yang Ming didn't even finish shouting out his unwillingness, the blood bar on the top of his head turned cold gray, and he who thought he had the chance to win turned into a corpse in an instant, and fell down heavily.
Just kicked up a cloud of dust.
There was no trace of pity in An Wujiu's eyes.
Not exciting enough.
He didn't seem to feel any emotion, even the death of an enemy could only slightly make him feel a little bit of happiness.
This happiness is like being separated by a piece of frosted glass, a fog, which cannot be seen clearly.
Far from enough.
He turned his face and looked at Lao Yu who was beyond the threshold of the duel. The expression on his face was rather amusing, full of shock.
Old Yu whispered, "You really did all of this."
"That's right." An Wujiu spread his arms and nodded cynically, "It's me."
He had no intention of pleading guilty to the law, and was even proud of it.
"The cultist..."
An Wujiu looked at Wu You, "Little devil, you directed this scene, so you can tell."
Wu You whispered: "There are no heretics at all."
"It was the "Last Supper" that inspired me. What could be more disturbing than a traitor in it?" An Wujiu laughed, took a step towards him, left the duel threshold, and Face to face, Lao Yu uttered a sentence that made him shiver all over.
"Don't you understand? The cultists are you and Wu You."
Old Yu couldn't believe it, "What?"
It turned out that the marks on my ankles and the abrasions on my back all had reasons.
"You must be very surprised. How could Wu You enter your room and drag you out? If you are in the room and he is outside the door, it is obvious that he can't even open your door."
That's right, he directly hit the place where Old Yu was confused.
An Wujiu shrugged, "Actually, he didn't open your door by himself at all, and he didn't need to."
Lao Yu still frowned, not understanding the essence of it.
"I said it just now, forget it now?" An Wujiu wiped away the blood from the lower half of his face with his hands, "Time is my tool."
"I set my quartz clock forward in the morning. So what you think is 9 o'clock is not really 9 o'clock. But it's not the first time I've changed the time."
An Wujiu tilted his head, his blood-stained face was pure, showing a subtle feeling of innocence and cruelty.
"On the first day I entered the bunker, I set the quartz clock in the living room back by five minutes."
Just after he was bullied by Ueno and Liu Chengwei.
"So the 12 o'clock in the evening displayed on the clock is not 12 o'clock, but 5 minutes after 12 o'clock."
"These five minutes are enough to make you stunned by the hypnotic gas."
It turned out that...he made a time difference, making himself mistakenly think that it was not time to fall asleep forcibly, so he was forced to fall asleep outside.
An Wujiu continued to speak patiently and gently, like a professional butcher teaching himself how to dissect a domestic animal.
"I ordered Wu You to chat with you at night, hold you until it's almost 11:50, and then let him pretend to tell you casually that it's getting late and it's time to go back. Wait for you to go through a section of corridor after section, side by side Go to the lounge porch, stand at the door and say goodnight to each other, and the hypnotic gas will almost control your brain."
He made a thud sound vividly.
"When you opened the door and fainted, Wu You dragged you to the door of Yang Ming's room, took your hand to open Yang Ming's door, and dragged you two to the duel threshold one by one."
Speaking of this, An Wujiu showed a happy smile, "Do you know what a coincidence? You have no weapons in the duel."
Lao Yu looked in Wu You's direction in surprise.
All the way pretending that Wu You unloaded the burden, said softly: "That's right, so I covered Yang Ming's mouth and nose with your hand, smothered him to death, and then dragged you back."
"But I was in bed when I woke up."
"Yeah." Wu You said, "So I will use your hand to open Yang Ming's room door first, then drag him in and get him back to the bed. At this time, half of my energy bar has been lost, so I will go back to the storage room, eat bread, drink water, take medicine, and wait until my energy bar gradually recovers enough to take another