The white-collar woman didn't know what stimulation she had received, as if she had no soul shell. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info She didn't take the pistol, Xu Qian looked at her distractedly, threw down the pistol and didn't care about him.

Her eyes were very hollow, and she looked at the revolver in a daze. After more than ten seconds, her eyes moved, as if she had returned to reality from another dimension.

The white-collar woman seemed to have changed into a different person, picking up the pistol with an expressionless face, and a slightly evil smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Click!"

"Click!"

The white-collar woman fired two shots in a row, and she laughed wildly when she had just crossed the ghost gate, a little crazy and a little lonely.

[To confirm that No. 088 has completed shooting, please hand over the revolver to No. 093.] 】

The white-collar woman continued to laugh, laughing as if no one was around, and she didn't know what was in her head. She may simply want to vent her emotions, or she may have been cornered by this desperate road in front of her.

The monk walked up to the white-collar woman, ignored the white-collar woman who was laughing wildly, and took the revolver from her hand.

This time he didn't say any prayers, perhaps knowing that after five rounds of firing from the revolver, the last time he must have missed a shot.

He glanced at the revolver in front of him and said directly to Xue Nan: "Xue Nan, I want the right to use the rotating chamber." ”

"Received a request from No. 093, the system is processing, the system is finished, please turn the chamber of the gun at will and start firing."

The monk rotated the chamber of the revolver at will, moving clockwise and counterclockwise again and again, making the atmosphere of the scene a little strange.

After a series of clockwise and counterclockwise movements of the rotating chamber, he began to chant the words again: "There is no Amitabha Buddha in the south, there is no Amitabha Buddha in the south." Avalokitesvara, great compassion, please take me to a safe place for the rest of your life. As he spoke, he felt a little more confident, and then he pulled the trigger again.

"Click!"

[To confirm that No. 093 has completed shooting, please hand over the revolver to No. 030.] 】

As No. 093 bowed down to the ethereal god, the absurd picture made 030 sigh for a while.

Faced with the revolver coming again, the girl was a little dazed, as if her facial features were all together. She was silent for a while, and then said to Yukio, "Yukio, I'm going to use the opportunity to spin the chamber." ”

The short-haired woman swallowed a bullet and drank from it, the bullet piercing her skull, and red blood mixed with her brain spilled all over the table. She collapsed on the table, and even the wall behind her was stained a large shade of red.

The atmosphere in the room was quite silent, and everyone confirmed from the dead 050 the fact that a bullet from a revolver was certain to die.

Snow Man's cold and calm voice sounded: "Due to the death of No. 050, the first round of the game is over, please redraw lots to start the second round of the game." ”

As Table 2 sank into the ground with the dead 050, the remaining five people left their seats and headed for a small table with bamboo sticks.

The five people draw bamboo sticks in turn. A new round of order has been decided.

[Table 1: No. 004, taekwondo master Xu Qian. 】

[Table 2: No. 030, sitting unkempt man in school uniform. 】

[Table 3: No. 071, a young and beautiful girl with a ponytail. 】

[Table 4: No. 093, bald monk male. 】

[Table 5: No. 088, white-collar woman in gray uniform. 】

Xue Nan sat down at the position of the five people, and said, "Please go to the front desk 004 to get the revolver and start the game!" ”

In the center of the hall there was a glass cover, and naturally there was only one revolver in it, and the pistol in the glass cover was slightly different from the previous style, so there should be no difference in the power of the bullets.

Xu Qian clenched the cold revolver in her hand, returned to her seat and sat down, and the remaining five people also sat down according to the new order.

Originally, the position of Table 2 was vacant, and the blood stains on the floor and walls were clearly visible, and the five people deliberately avoided this horrific scene.

Xu Qian raised her revolver and quickly approached her temple, quickly pressing the trigger without hesitation or hesitation.

"Click!"

Maybe it was Xu Qian's decision that brought good results, or it was just pure luck, in short, Xu Qian was safe for the time being.

This time, the bullets that did not shoot from the pistol left Xu Qian in the present world, and also added a little worry to the rest of the people.

[To confirm that No. 004 has completed firing, please hand over the revolver to No. 030.] 】

Xu Qian got up and crossed the blood-stained ground and handed the pistol to the unkempt man in the school uniform. After that, she turned her back to the original table 2 and returned to her seat.

This time it was the man's turn to be distressed, and he tried to look straight ahead, but from time to time his eyes glanced into the open space of table 2.

The man in the school uniform is far less resolute than Xu Qian, and he is not as crazy as the maroon short-haired woman, but he is a little hesitant and unpredictable.

Xue Nan's urging didn't give him much time to hesitate. He raised and lowered the revolver, and after much deliberation, decided to use the only chance.

"Snow ...... Yukio, I'm going to use the chance to spin the chamber. The man in the school uniform whispered.

Xue Nan nodded: "Roger, please rotate the chamber at will, and then start shooting." ”

The man in the school uniform rotated the chamber of the gun several times, sometimes clockwise, and then counterclockwise. After debugging for more than ten minutes, I don't know if I want to adjust my mentality by this, or if I have discovered some secret of the bullet chamber.

In the end, he couldn't withstand Yukio's repeated urgings, and finally aimed the revolver at his head and pulled the trigger.

"Click!"

The monk's prayer once again saved him from danger, and he knelt down in the open space and thanked the Buddha for his favor.

The white-collar woman took the revolver from the monk, and she returned to her seat, also wondering whether to use the only right.

While it may be an inconsequential psychological comfort to spin the chamber, it is a good way to avoid bullets, but there is also a chance of getting shot.

The white-collar woman thought for a while, and suddenly her expression changed, as if she had thought of some good idea.

Her mood took a sharp turn after a burst of euphoria, and she calmed down again. She slowly raised her gun and aimed it at her temple, ready to shoot.

"Click!"

[Confirm that No. 088 has completed firing, please hand over the revolver to No. 004.] 】

"Click!"

Everyone heard the sound of empty chambers twice in a row, and everyone's expressions were stunned. When it is difficult to withstand even one shot, someone can actually shoot at the head twice in a row.

Xu Qian naturally knew how much risk she had to take, admiring the woman's courage and lamenting her luck, it was a miracle that she was not shot twice by a bullet.

Taking the revolver from the white-collar woman's hand, Xu Qian's expression was a little absent-minded, and her thoughts were clear at a glance.

She hesitated for a moment, but silently reached out her revolver and pulled the trigger on her head without saying a word.

"Click!"

The sound of the empty chamber echoed again, this time still with a feather in the feather. Xu Qian is safe again, but she doesn't know how long this situation can last.

[To confirm that No. 004 has completed firing, please hand over the revolver to No. 030.] 】

The revolver came to the man in the school uniform for the fourth time, and it didn't feel good to pass by death every time, and it was unknown when the game would end.

The man in the school uniform had already used up his precious opportunity, and there was no chance to spin the bomb bay during this round of games, so the man had no choice but to pick up the revolver and aim it at the head again.