"Let's have a feast with different people!" - Wu Hui, the master, saw himself in front of a table, with a total of thirteen people sitting here including himself.
Everyone was wearing masks and cloaks, their faces could not be seen clearly, and their voices were hoarse and it was difficult to tell the difference between men and women.
The only thing that can identify each person is the number on the mask. This is the seventh time Wu Hui has participated in the eleventh-level Dominator game. I don’t know if it’s a coincidence, but the number on his mask also happens to be seven... In the previous games, no memory was taken out, and this time, it will be the same. It is the same?
The game of the Dominator will be full of traps and misdirections. Maybe it's like the game Seven Deadly Sins, which has no rules at all, but it misleads you into thinking.
But it could also be the opposite way of thinking. The psychological game makes sense no matter how you say it. One layer within another.
There is a painting on the wall, which is the Last Supper. Jesus stands in the center, surrounded by his disciples. The twelve disciples plus Jesus himself made exactly thirteen people.
The traitor Judas sits fifth from left to right, second to the right of Jesus. And Jesus sits in the middle.
Perhaps hinting at the traitor's location. But this is a round table...forget it, don't think about it, it is most likely misleading.
"Does anyone want to say something?" Number 2 suddenly spoke. Everyone looked in his direction.
After a period of silence, No. 1 spoke: "If there is no information, why don't we all get up first and take a look at what's going on around us? At least we can't sit here all the time."
"Well, why don't we take turns exploring the surroundings." Number 13 said.
"Let's start with me." Number 2 stood up. Wu Hui watched at first and did not rush to take action. It was not until No. 2 stood up that nothing happened. The others also stood up and first checked the table in front of him and the chairs behind him.
There were eleven scratches... as if they were dug out with fingernails. Could it be... He narrowed his eyes slightly, then looked down at his number, obviously thinking of something.
So I reached out and dug out another scratch. Number 2 and others took the initiative to get up and began to observe the hall.
Round table, candlesticks, paintings on the wall. The allusion to Judas was evidently on everyone's mind. But no one said anything in a hurry about finding a traitor.
It's good to know some things in your heart, and how do you know you're not the traitor? Or maybe the Master is misleading you?
Anything is possible in this game. There is a corridor next to the hall. There are also thirteen rooms in the corridor. Thirteen doors with seven on the left and six on the right have corresponding numbers on them.
Wu Hui came to his corresponding numbered door. Reaching out, the door opened, but looking inside the other doors next to them, there was only darkness.
And you can't get into it. So the only thing is, everyone enters their own room. He entered the room and saw an ordinary room.
There are twelve straight characters written on the wall. Twelve...Wu Hui remembered the scratches he had made on the ground of the table, so he stepped forward to find the pen on the table and filled it in again.
Thirteen.
"Is it some kind of time loop that I have experienced many times?" He murmured to himself: "Exactly equal to the number of people. Is it a coincidence? Or maybe it's not a time loop, but I lose my memory every time." What about the others? ?
Will I also lose my memory? Or is the master lying to me? Wu Hui began to guess what was happening to the others.
Theoretically, there wouldn't be so many people challenging the Demon God at the same time and participating in the same game. So these people are clones, or are they themselves clones?
He began searching the room for other clues. There was no clue, which made Wu Hui frown. If you can leave traces, there is no reason not to leave yourself a clue but only a number.
Unless the number is false, or the master has specifically erased all clues other than the number.
For Wu Hui, a game of domination with unclear rules is definitely more difficult than playing poker or something like that. Poker players are riddles with definite answers.
The masters are like those who deliberately play tricks on people. For example, if you are asked whether you know you are a pig, it would be wrong for you to answer yes or no.
I have to find a way out of this paragraph. He looked at the mirror on his wall. The number on the mask looked like a red sickle, but it had one more horizontal line than the sickle.
Like a bloody weapon. After everyone finished exploring their respective rooms, they emerged from the corridor.
But there was silence between them, no one was in a hurry to say anything. A group of calm, smart, cautious people, like me.
Hmm... could it be possible... Wu Hui had several guesses in his mind. Finally, No. 2 spoke first: "Did you find anything?"
"No."
"Not found." Everyone shook their heads and said nothing. Wu Hui felt a strange sense of familiarity.
Is it because I've been through this scene so many times? My current body is at the level of an ordinary person. But there was no food or water anywhere.
In this case, even if you kill other people, you won't be able to hold on for long. The next moment, Wu Hui saw a bright light suddenly coming from the hall.
Everyone said nothing, but walked in this direction after a moment of pause. In this situation where no one is willing to take risks for everyone, collective action is naturally the only option.
There are thirteen empty plates on the round table. Place them separately in front of everyone. It's like the last supper. After another period of silence, Wu Hui sat down with the others. Their corresponding numbers were also written on the plates, but if they were turned in one direction, six and nine might not be distinguishable.
"Looks like it's time to eat." A line of words appeared on the plate.
"The following content is only for you to see. You can choose to eat a soul, b flesh, and c memory. You can buy the channel to leave through gold coins. For every person you kill, you can get thirty gold coins. It takes three hundred and sixty to leave. A gold coin." Simply put, he asked me to kill everyone else... He silently turned the plate in one direction, making the number change from six to nine.
The words on the plate actually started to change.
"Every night, you can choose to enter another person's room. You can kill him, replace him, and use his soul memory and flesh and blood to eat." This is... what No. 9 saw?
Is it true, or is it misleading by the master? Wu Hui looked at the bloody plate. The options remain the same, you can eat flesh, soul, or memory.
I must have chosen to eat my memories before, so I could forget these things, right? So what about flesh and blood and soul?
Do you want to give it a try? Staring at the plate written with blood, Wu Hui's thoughts were racing.
Everyone else was also looking at the plates. Wu Hui restrained his usual habit of pushing up his glasses and thought about it for a long time.
Finally, each makes a choice.
