...The clones died too many times.
He also died too many times.
His mental state has been getting worse and worse recently... Ever since the third world, he has felt a dizziness that almost engulfed him. Although it was relieved by talking to Jasmine last night, But this feeling of discomfort always existed, almost forcing him to indulge in it.
As if he was pulling himself down, the drowsiness that swept over him made it difficult for him to concentrate in the past few days... But fortunately, he could still think normally.
He was panting, his vision was red, and the barrage scrolling in the upper right corner was going crazy. Even without looking at it, he knew that the content was either concern or gloating.
He held on to the wall and stood up slowly. grab, grab, grab
...There is no way out.
After all, he didn't know if he was still on the right path.
Whether... the result will be a blow to him, tell him - your wish has been set long ago, and such self-righteous efforts are just a good stage effect.
However, if, in the end, that goal cannot be achieved, if one becomes the organizer's "agent" and becomes a person who can control Zhai Xing...?
--wrong.
He suddenly took out the knife and slashed his arm hard. The pain instantly woke him up from his daze, and the dizziness seemed to have receded a lot.
His eyes suddenly became clear, and when he stood up from the ground, cold sweat slowly slipped from his forehead.
...How could I have such an idea?
It's inexplicable, it's really inexplicable... This kind of thought makes him extremely disgusting. It goes against his original intention. Just thinking about it makes him hate himself so much.
He himself didn't know why such a thought came to him.
...Perhaps he is almost losing his mind. He must calm down quickly.
Perhaps, in the next levels, he needs to find some props that can stabilize his mental state...
His arm was dripping with bright red blood. His fingers rubbed the number plate, and then he stared at the bright red number bucket.
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"Wow——"
The teleported white light flashed.
Su Mingan returned to the long table, and the referendum session was over.
The voting information hangs completely on the long table, clearly showing everyone's voting target.
A flash of realization flashed in his eyes.
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"!!"
Edward's hands were on the table, and he stood up in an instant.
The eyes of other players were also full of fear, and only a few had clear expressions on their faces.
Even though we had promised to abstain collectively, some people actually voted, and it seemed that there were quite a few.
...It's the werewolves who collectively rushed to vote.
They had also expected such a situation, but excluding Andre, who was hunted down and exiled, there were only three werewolves at most. Even if the tickets were exchanged, they could buy one get one free and kill the exposed werewolves.
But...why, there are five votes?
On the long table, the people voting had different expressions. Mizushima Kawakora tilted her head, black hair covering the side of her face, Iris turned her eyes away, and her fingers bent unnaturally. Lin Jiang still lowered his head, but his shoulders Mizushima Kawaharu was no longer shaking so frequently, Mizushima Kawaharu was smiling, as if he had anticipated this outcome. Xixi Miaobifang Xixi
Clear confusion finally appeared on Edward's face. He looked at the people voting and said angrily:
"It's not like we agreed to surrender, but you, you guys actually——"
Edward is in the good guy camp.
Just yesterday during the day, he threatened Mizushima Kawakora and other werewolves with his background, asking them to disclose their identity information.
He thought he had control of the situation, knew the identity of the vast majority of people, and had free control over the voting process.
The scene of a counter-attack appeared clearly in front of him.
The werewolves did not support him as he said.
Instead... without hesitation, he even solicited the votes of other good people to collectively vote Edward out.
They want him to lose...and even unite, today, to want him to die.
"Edward, understand." Noel straightened his figure, his sea-blue eyes were still deep, as if they were clear from beginning to end, and his smile was pure, as if he was happy for this interesting game: " This is no longer your Zhai Xing controlled by the group, this is a brand new world. Don't think that your threatening methods are still effective against us - the werewolves have kidnapped us, dear, you...have lost. "
Originally, no one else could interrupt the player's last words. MiAoM戅
But the situation now is obvious...werewolves are kidnapping, and the number of werewolves is greater than that of good people, so no one stopped Noel's words.
The mayor stood at the edge of the square, his head lowered, and Jasmine's eyes looked a little sinister.
The sunlight shines on the dragon-headed crutch in his hand, glowing with a golden-red light.
"Well...I see." Su Ming'an looked at this scene and nodded: "So, the werewolves are, Noel, Mizushima Kawakora, Iris, Lin Jiang, and... Mizushima Kawaharu? Five werewolves? Me Remember Mizushima Kawaharu is a good person I checked, but you were coerced?"
"No - you are wrong, Su Ming'an."
Mizushima Kawaharu suddenly interrupted him.
She arched her eyebrows and eyes, as if they were filled with starlight, and the smile she raised was extremely beautiful: "There has never been any coercion - in this game, in fact, there is an extremely beautiful love - I love my dear so much. I am the sister!”
She spread her hands and looked a little crazy: "The camp where my sister is... I will definitely follow you forever! Even if I am a good person and my sister is a werewolf, wherever my sister is, I will follow her wherever she is -"
"...So you have to vote with her, and it doesn't matter if you lose?" Su Mingan looked at her.
Mizushima Kawaharu's eyes suddenly darkened, and she licked her lips, as if she couldn't wait: "A self-centered person like you won't understand at all... Su Ming'an, you damn person who dares to peek at my sister, I've been keeping an eye on you for a long time... You're really lucky, you couldn't die for two consecutive nights... But, it doesn't matter, we have seen through your tricks a long time ago, it doesn't matter even if you and Lu Shu switch identities... The werewolf has kidnapped the kid, and the so-called number one player...is nothing more than a prophet that no one believes in."
"Ah." Lu Shu finally spoke, his voice seemed a bit dull: "Su Ming'an...it turns out you are really a prophet."
"I told you a long time ago, I always have been." Su Mingan pointed at the table: "If that guy Edward hadn't sent me a kill check first on the first day, I wouldn't have been so tired."
And while the two of them were talking, Adolf on the side slowly clenched his fists. grab, grab, grab
"Andre...isn't he a werewolf?"
He murmured, suddenly looked over, stood up like a mountain, knocked over the chair and rushed over, as if he was going to punch Su Ming'an, with strong hatred in his eyes: "——You, who are you the number one player? ! As a prophet, you actually issued a check to a good man, and you wrongfully accused Andre and let him out - you really deserve to die -! "
Lu Shu immediately stepped forward, blocked Adolf's fist, and hit the opponent's chest with his elbow, forcing him to take half a step back.
The mantis flew onto his shoulder with a cold wind, and he protected Su Ming'an firmly in front of him, like a solid city wall.
"……but."
The swords were tense here, but Su Mingan still looked at Lin Jiang opposite: "...I never thought that you are actually in the werewolf camp...Should we say that paddling is the way to victory? It's true that a real person doesn't show his face..."
At this point, he smiled softly: "...Forget it, it's not important."
...His identity was actually not much wrong. Mizushima Kawakora, Iris and Noel were among his guesses, but Lin Jiang was indeed the one he didn't expect. He thought this timid-looking girl would be a guard.
The red candle on the table is about to go out.
Edward recovered from the anger of being deceived and realized that the time for his last words was almost over.
There was a slight ticking sound on his body, like a clock starting to turn, but an invisible force restrained him instantly.昘戅书库网sH戅
"Mizushima Kawazora, you are very good, you are very good." He gritted his teeth and said, "I think you don't care..."
He didn't finish his words, but Mizushima Kawakora understood what he meant.
But for the time being... she didn't want to think about things other than games.
She didn't want those things... to affect her judgment.
"Stop talking." Mizushima Kawakora tilted his head: "We will talk about the future. In the game, this is my choice. I only respect the winning or losing of the game."
"Very good... what about you, Lin Jiang?" Edward tilted his head and looked coldly at the girl who was huddled in place, like a little rabbit.
Faced with such a situation, he didn't look as out of sorts as Andre. His back was still straight, and there was only hatred and anger in his eyes: "... Pretending to be innocent, pretending to be serious, huh? When this copy is over - you all just wait for me."
Lin Jiang shrank even harder, almost squeezing her entire head on the table, not daring to raise her eyes at all.
"Okay, Edward." Mizushima Kawaharu tilted her head, her strange earrings jingled, and she spread her hands with a smile: "To be honest, we can't beat you together - but luckily you are stupid, so stupid It gave us a chance to vote out... Now, five against five, don't think that your good camp still has a chance...
During the daytime session, the game - will be over. "
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The werewolves want to kill all the good guys.
During this day.
After banishing Edward.
The good guys camp that lost Edward, the good guy camp that lost Mizushima Kawaharu... In their eyes, there is almost no threat.
Even if you can't beat them, you can hide and hide until the next night session... the good guy camp will still lose.
In the night session, the werewolves are invincible and the good guys don’t have enough votes.
...What's more, they also have a backup plan...
"You guys, wait for me, I will remember you..." Edward moved his eyes and looked over one by one, remembering the figures of each werewolf player in his heart.
"But don't think... you just won..."
Edward's voice was as cold as his bones, as if he was trying to hold someone on his back before he died, making everyone who came into contact with his gaze feel like they wanted to retreat.
That gaze was strong and cold, as if it wanted to penetrate people.
Like smoldering firewood, even if there is ashes attached to it, the residual warmth still remains.
After he put down his words, everyone in the seats heard a cold reminder:
There seemed to be an invisible sound of wind, and the square was filled with a faint smell of blood.厺厽 Shucang.com 厺厽
Su Ming'an rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and his hands gradually came closer to his temples.
...Okay, everyone already knows who the werewolf is.
Go back to the previous file...pick them out one by one.
He closed his eyes and prepared himself for death.
"——Su Mingan."
Suddenly, he was about to turn back when he heard Edward's somewhat deep voice next to him.
He turned his head and saw those bright eyes, like travelers looking at each other across a boat, with the warm light of the lights passing through the mist.
"I now temporarily believe that you are a good person." Edward said: "I have temporarily lost to these despicable existences, and the rest will be left to you."
Su Mingan smiled: "Actually, you are no better than them - as long as it is a means of victory, there is no despicable thing."
Edward's eyes were slightly cold, but he didn't refute.
"At least...I still have something to do," he said.
The candle went out.
It was clearly time for exile, but Edward was not dragged away directly.
Behind him, a transparent figure gradually appeared. The figure was wearing a cowboy hat, a linen cape, a thick scarf wrapped around his body, and holding a shiny gun in his hand.
The black muzzle of the gun was as dangerous as a black hole, and Edward stretched out his hand and took the gun from the spirit body.
"Flip the cards." He raised the muzzle of the gun and spoke coldly.嫔欝洺厎厽 League of Legends 厺厽
One of the four priests, hunter.
His skill is to kill any player on the field before dying.
This is a priestly identity that can only play its role before death.
He is not like a prophet who can find out the root cause at once, nor is he like a witch who can control life and death with one hand. He is not a guard who can protect innocent people who are about to be attacked at night.
The hunter's skills are powerful, straightforward, and cannot be disobeyed, with an aloofness unique to the priesthood.
Even if a hunter is banished, he can still use a cushion before dying.
TA lets the other party know... Letting the hunter out is not something that can be taken lightly and just relax.
——At the cost of life.
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Everyone on the field was silent.
Mizushima Kawakora clenched her fists tightly, Lin Jiang shrank in her seat, Iris turned her head away from her eyes, and even Mizushima Kawaharu, who had been laughing and laughing, stopped smiling.
Like facing a trial, no one can stop the bullet fired from the hunter's gun.
Like being on a Russian carousel, the person hit by the physical bullet... will definitely die.
There is no room for escape.
"I choose." Edward spoke out, his eyes locked on a person who was also looking at him:
"—Take No. 2, Noel."
Taking away the most powerful player in the werewolf camp and giving the good guys a moment of breathing space... This is the path he chose.
The smile on Noel's face did not change. Facing the black muzzle of the gun that turned around, he sighed slightly, then turned his head and looked at Mizushima Kawakora.
"The next step is up to you?" He tilted his head and smiled childishly.
"……I will."
Mizushima Kawakora nodded, his expression solemn.
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Fourth World·Currently identified:
Edward No. 3
No. 4 Lu Shu
No. 5 Mizushima Kawakora
