[Current time: 9:00, last night, player No. 6 died. 】
[Free activities, the second voting meeting will start at 18:00 pm. 】
Song Qiao woke up from her sleep. She spent too much time in the living room last night and didn't return to the room until 0 o'clock.
No. 6 died, which was expected by Song Qiao.
If the witch was telling the truth, the werewolf stabbed Song Qiao on the first day, and the 6 stabs were a small warning.
In this 12-player werewolf killing game, the number of werewolves is small. If the first day is really Christmas Eve, and the werewolves have poor information, there is no way to tell who is the priest present who saved 9. In order to obtain the number of people Advantages, will definitely choose others.
Every one of you who can cut a knife has a numerical advantage, and you can get better tickets the next day.
They chose 6, most likely because 3 and 5 spoke at odds with each other and liked to follow the votes, which can be used for incitement. 4 has his own speech logic, but has no overlap with Song Qiao. 89 is the gold and water card of the two prophets. The guard and the witch will definitely focus on these two people, and it would be better to stay still for the time being. The three cards 101112 all have certain analysis on the prophet. No. 6 was the only one who didn't even mention the prophet in her speech, and she teamed up with Song Qiao from the first day.
After all, No. 6 blocked the knife for Song Qiao.
Teaming up with Song Qiao was for safety, but it turned out that they were targeted by werewolves precisely because of teaming up.
I wonder if No. 6 will be filled with hatred for Song Qiao after thinking about it.
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Song Qiao simply packed up and went out. There were three people standing on the stairs at the door. No. 10 had his back to Song Qiao. No. 11 was half blocked by No. 10. Song Qiao could see his mouth moving. No. 12's expression was a little stiff and stiff. With a smile on his face, the three of them were talking quietly. Hearing the sound of Song Qiao's door opening, the three of them closed their mouths and looked at Song Qiao.
When No. 10 saw her, he took the initiative to greet her. He walked up and patted Song Qiao on the shoulder comfortingly and said: "Good morning, No. 9, you look very bad. It's hard to feel when someone who has been in the team died. Don't worry. , she’ll be fine.”
Of course Song Qiao knew that nothing would happen to No. 6, at most she would only lose one round of points. She was not worried about No. 6's life, but facing the gazes of No. 10, 11, and 12, she still stiffly raised the corners of her mouth, revealing a smile that was uglier than crying. She is a newcomer, how would a newcomer know about points?
"You guys go down first, I'll accompany her." Seeing this, No. 10 sent No. 11 and No. 12 down first.
11 glanced at Song Qiao calmly, and 12 suppressed his smile. The two looked at each other and went straight downstairs without saying much.
Song Qiao and No. 10 stood side by side at the window, looking at the dark fog outside, and the atmosphere was solemn.
"Thank you, No. 10." After a long silence, Song Qiao whispered: "I can accept it."
"I just said that she will be fine." No. 10 smiled at her, "You may not believe it now, but I tell you secretly, this sentence is true."
Song Qiao lowered her head, her voice trembling: "Will she not die?"
"Well, of course you will die, but it may be different from what you understand."
After receiving a confirmed reply, Song Qiao's heart almost overflowed with joy. No. 10’s reply was a bit vague, but this does not prevent the authenticity of No. 6’s answer.
Song Qiao changed the subject: "When I first met you, I felt that you were not an easy person to get along with."
"Oh?" No. 10 smiled faintly, a little confused: "Why? Do I look inaccessible?"
"In such a game that requires winning or losing, and facing life and death, everyone will hide themselves deeply. Just like I am a newcomer, many old people can see through it at a glance, but they will not tell me these things."
No. 10 understood: "You are saying... Oh, those are just small things. You don't know it now, and you will know it in the future. It's just something I can do with a little effort. It's easier to make friends than enemies in the game, isn't it?"
A smile appeared on Song Qiao's pale face: "Thank you for your kindness, but I'm still sorry."
"Huh?" No. 10 was stunned and looked at Song Qiao intently, as if he wanted to read the clues in her eyes: "Why did you say you're sorry?"
"People's paths and choices are different, and the results they get are also different. There are so many paths, but I only have one goal. No matter where the path leads, they will eventually converge at the end."
No. 10 looked at Song Qiao without answering, looking thoughtful.
Song Qiao covered up the complicated emotions in her eyes and gave a random reason, "I'm sorry for delaying your free exploration."
"I'll go check out room No. 6 first."
Before No. 10 could reply, Song Qiao took a deep breath and left the third floor as if running away.
She was really sorry for No. 10. She couldn't keep a witch with poison on the court.
If there is another round of speeches today, it is very likely that No. 10 will hit the target. If nothing else, the wolf No. 12 will definitely not be saved. No. 10 must be voted out today to ensure the safety of the werewolves at night.
But No. 10's goodwill toward her exists, even if her goodwill has a precondition.
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The body of No. 6 fell in a sitting position on the carpet in front of the sofa in the room. Blood covered half of the carpet. She should have been resting on the sofa when she was attacked. There were three deep claw marks on her chest and she was dragged to the ground. On the wound, the flesh and blood were blurred, and the skin and flesh tissue were stuck together. She looked horrified and clenched her hands, obviously suffering great pain before her death.
No. 8 was also in the room. He supported his chin and stood not far or near the position of No. 6's body, looking down. After Song Qiao entered, No. 8 stood aside considerately and made way for her.
"Is this the first time you've seen a dead body?"
Song Qiao knelt down to look at the body of No. 6, and answered without raising her head after hearing this: "Didn't you see it all last night?"
She reached out and looked at No. 6's wounds, many doubts flashed through her mind.
When a werewolf attacks at night, is it a physical attack? Will those werewolf players who enter the room at night be killed? So if someone escapes and survives, wouldn't he see all the werewolves clearly?
No. 6 is not here, and no one can answer these questions. This No. 8... looked carefree, with a fake smile on his face that almost spilled out of the screen. Song Qiao was too lazy to ask him, so she might as well wait until the day she awakens to see the situation.
No. 8 laughed softly, "You are quite interesting. You and No. 6 are not close friends, as far as I know..."
"I have been curious from the beginning, what is your purpose of following us." Song Qiao interrupted No. 8's next words, took her hand away from No. 6, and fixed her eyes firmly on No. 8: "What have you seen? What did you notice? In other words, what do you want to know?"
No. 8 raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, with an innocent expression on his face. "I didn't see anything... But since you know I have a purpose, why do you still take me with you?"
"Purpose and malice are two different things. On the first day, you have no malice. On the second day, you are Jin Shui and I am a good person. Then I can tell you what you want to do or what you want to know."
From the first day of No. 8's enthusiastic help, a seed of doubt was planted in Song Qiao's heart.
No. 1 dragged them out of the trial area without any intention of forming a team, and left without even leaving their number tags. Combined with the game prompt that Song Qiao received last night [Dedicate five lives to him, the devil can come to the world again], coupled with the blood-red eye tentacles in the Luo Sheng Pan, there are also blood-red eye tentacles in the trial ground.
Is this tentacle the demon king mentioned in the clue?
If being sucked by the tentacle is considered a successful sacrifice, one person has been sacrificed so far. That's why No. 1 would meddle in other people's affairs and save them both. The purpose of No. 1's rescuing them was probably to prevent the "Devil King" from coming to the world.
The intimacy on the first day on the 6th was a plot to sacrifice Song Qiao to the Wolf King. When the plot failed, Song Qiao caught her and gave up, and instead sought to form a team.
What about number 8? No. 8, from his enthusiastic attitude when he first arrived, to the first day when we teamed up to look for clues, he was always there unconditionally. The game time has come to the second day, and he has not shown any purpose.
But he's definitely not a werewolf. No matter who is the true prophet between No. 1 and No. 7, neither the speech nor behavior of No. 8 constitute a werewolf card.
unless……
Song Qiao looked at No. 8 intently: "What is your relationship with No. 6?"
The smile on No. 8's face froze for a rare moment, "You are very keen."
"She's the only one, otherwise I can't think of any other reason. I'm just a newcomer, so you don't need to worry too much. If you exclude me, then only No. 6 is left. But... with your performance, I can tell myself that you Not a werewolf?"
No. 8 remained silent.
Song Qiao recalled how No. 8 and No. 6 got along after entering the game. If the relationship between the two was so bad that they wanted to kill each other, No. 6 would not show it and would not ask No. 8 for help. It is only possible that the two of them are more like friends, but they are like enemies, so No. 6 will feel annoyed when seeing No. 8, and No. 8 will not care and even stick to it happily.
Everything makes sense, even if No. 8 is a wolf, he will not kill No. 6 so quickly. As Jin Shui, he needs help to prove his identity.
What's more... Song Qiao squeezed her palms and put her hands into her coat pockets.
"You don't have to believe me, but I can share a clue with you." Song Qiao approached him and continued to whisper: "The witch used the antidote on Christmas Eve on the first day. Is this clue sincere enough?"
When No. 8 heard this, his expression paused slightly, and then that cheerful and strange smile reappeared on his face.
"Good guys must win, do you want to cooperate?" He stretched out his hand in Song Qiao's direction.
“A pleasure to work with.”
