"Oh, that must be my girlfriend." Du Ziming smiled, and everyone else looked at him with wrong expressions.
"You scum." His cold-blooded hand touched his waist, but he didn't touch anything. He expressed his displeasure and anger at the person who hypnotized his niece.
Others didn't react much, after all, they had no memory. The specific relationship between the two people is not known.
Du Ziming: "Don't be excited. You see, Baitao is not even excited. Now it's your turn. Ask me." He turned to look at Wu Hui.
Wu Hui pushed up his glasses: "I guess I can't tell the truth from you, but for now... you said we are friends, then when and where did we meet."
"First-year college, card and chess club." Du Ziming smiled at Wu Hui: "We are all too smart. Only each other can become opponents in games. And playing together is always the easiest way to make friends." Well... it makes sense.
From the memories compiled, I really lacked an opponent of the same level in the card and chess club. If it's all about bullying, once or twice is fine, but if it happens more often, it will be boring. Ren Yin has not joined the card and chess club, otherwise I would definitely be more willing to play with her.
Ren Yin asked Wu Hui: "When was the first time you and I went to bed?" Wu Hui pushed up his glasses: "On June 27, 1937, after the game in Fangge Building, you came to see me because of the psychological damage you suffered in the game. Blow off some steam.”
"No need to go into details." Ren Yin pushed up his glasses.
"Actually, there are more details." Wu Hui said. Regarding this, although Ren Yin can't remember the person, he remembers the collar and marker.
It's easy to spot when a piece of memory is dug out of thin air, you just can't be sure who that person is.
But you definitely know such a person. Of course, if the master wants to fabricate memories, he can fabricate them seamlessly, so this is a special gameplay.
It's not so much about removing memories as it is about removing feelings and trust. The close comrades who could have fought side by side, guarding each other's backs and never betraying each other, are now busy doubting each other.
Rebuilding trust takes time. But the master did not give everyone time. After asking each other questions, Wu Hui was about to say something when he saw the entire hall suddenly plunge into darkness.
After the gunshot, the pungent smell of gunpowder and blood came. Under the special structure of the hall, Wu Hui couldn't hear where the gunshot came from.
who is it? And why are there guns? Virtual person? Still... While Wu Hui was running through various possibilities in his mind and analyzing some results, the hall suddenly became bright again.
There was a bloody hole in the cold-blooded head, and he was obviously too dead to die. Everyone was sitting in the same place, as if their posture had not changed.
Wu Hui pushed up his glasses. Although he thought of several ways to check the gun, he did not do so. After all, the man had a gun.
Although I'm not sure how many times it can be fired, theoretically there must be more than one bullet. If I find it and someone directly shoots it, wouldn't it be a shame?
The cold-blooded death didn't give everyone much emotion. Even Don Quixote just clenched his fists and remained silent for a while after seeing this.
He and Lengxue seem to have some kind of cooperative relationship, but they are not too close. At least not close enough to risk it for him at a time like this.
It should be said that if anyone here dies, others will not be too eager to fall out. One shot and trust was broken.
Wu Hui got up and went back to the room, and the rest of the people also left. The basis of communication is trust and mutual assistance, but now it seems that this basis has disappeared.
So leaving is the most correct decision, reducing the probability of wasting time. Wu Hui, Wu Hui, you really haven’t changed at all.
Du Ziming blinked and looked at Baitao, who was left behind at the end: "Why did you kill him?"
"Because... cold-blooded is not my uncle." Baitao said.
"Ha." Du Ziming smiled: "Aren't you afraid that the master will trick you here? Or is it your mission to kill everyone else? Is the gun provided in your room?"
"Hmm, I'm more curious about why you found out it was me?" Baitao raised his eyebrows. Du Ziming smiled at her: "Oh, you stay here, I'll just ask you casually. It doesn't cost anything to try, right? Hehehehe..."
"You, you didn't tell the truth. In fact, your mission should be different from ours. After all, you should be playing a level 13 difficulty game. It is most reasonable to be in a hostile state with us." Baitao stood up. Leave: "Don't be so afraid, I only have one bullet."
"Hey, do you think I will believe it?"
"Whether you believe it or not is your own business." Baitao said, "Well, if it doesn't work out, you can come to my room and we can have a frank talk. This way you will know whether what I said is true or false."
"There's a chance." Du Ziming scanned Baitao from top to bottom. It's like admiring some exquisite hand model.
Baitao stood up and left, leaving Du Ziming alone face to face with the cold-blooded corpse. Looking at the cold-blooded corpse, Du Ziming shook his head.
What Baitao meant was that she discovered that Lengxue was a virtual person, or at least that she found out that his dictation did not match her own memory, so she killed him.
But whether Du Ziming believed what she said was another matter. She finally said that she only had one bullet. Will others believe it?
Du Ziming said, I believe it. So after Baitao left, he waited for a while and then followed Baitao into Baitao's room, pressed Baitao on the bed and closed the door.
Originally, Baitao thought he wouldn't come, but Du Ziming played a time difference for her, turning what was originally a natural thing into a surprise.
This kind of small means is something that Du Ziming doesn't need to think about. He took Baitao's gun away, and there was indeed no bullet in it.
Baitao was also tied up with her own clothes. She was actually watching Du Ziming checking herself on the bed: "I told you, I am your girlfriend. You can play with it as you like." Du Ziming: "No, no, no, you and I are so similar. Even if you are really my girlfriend, I still have to prevent you from giving me a few blows."
"So you want to torture me next?" Baitao saw Du Ziming looking for a suitable tool. He licked his lips immediately, not knowing whether to be scared or excited.
In the next room, Wu Hui greeted Ren Yin and Mudan with vigilance. The two of them seemed to have reached a closer cooperation in private, and now they had something to say to him.
"In that shot just now, I smelled the smell of gunpowder. It came from Baitao." Ren Yin said, "But now I plan to ask another question."
"How many women do you have?" Wu Hui pushed up his glasses: "Why do you suddenly ask this?"
"Because this is the task that the Master just gave me." Ren Yin said: "I want to investigate a secret of everyone who is still alive. I think it would be better to ask directly."
