Chapter XXIII Time for Voting (1)
That said, but in reality, it hasn't been long at all, and the voting time has already begun. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info
Even if everyone present is just a group of strangers, and because of the sense of crisis of being involved in the killing game, it is definitely a very normal thing to not want to vote for killing, of course, normal things do not mean that they will happen, for example, right now, it is when there is an abnormality.
The voting time went smoothly, and only two or three people chose to vote against it, albeit by secret ballot, but at least it can be seen that most of the people in this game think the same way.
More than anything else, find the killer in this game and choose him to kill him in the middle of the vote, although there is a sacrifice in the voting time of each game, and if you don't kill someone, you will never stop - the worst voting game.
But ah, compared to something that a moral saint would think, everyone present has fully understood one thing--that if nothing is done, then there will definitely be a new dead in the next one, and the fact that the one who will be killed will also appear in every round.
If you don't want a new dead, there's no other way than to choose the real killer in the ballot.
No one would want to die for themselves, even believers in death would only take the lives of others for eternal life, and no matter who they were, they would only think of themselves, so even if they knew that someone in this vote would die because of this, they would do it, for the sake of the possibility of finding the murderer.
Or is it simply a reduction in the number of people who survive?
Because, if the number of people is smaller, it will be easier to choose the real killer, right?
Perhaps, if you really have this idea, then you can't leave it alone - this group of people is really very suitable to play such a death game.
"Ahem, the audience in front of the TV, can you see it? Rather than the uninteresting everyday time, the fun part of this game is also about to begin, the cannibalistic voting time."
"Although His Royal Highness also thinks that this name is really too outdated, yes, I would like to change the name if I can, but unfortunately, I am not the organizer, just a simple host."
"What? You say I'm annoyed and want to get to the point faster? Hey, hey.,It's too much to look at the atmosphere.,Atmosphere.。。 It's true that boys who don't look at the atmosphere will be hated by girls, and Your Highness can tell you the facts."
So, who exactly are you talking to?
From the eyes of all the players, Monoka is completely talking to himself, even if from his mouth it seems to be talking to the public in front of the TV, but ah, what is a TV? Also, there is no recording equipment at all.
Although it was only the voting time for the first round, it seemed that everyone was used to Monoca's words that sounded like nerves.
"Alright, Your Excellency, the time is almost up, so don't let us waste time here again."
Just when Monoka was saying that the atmosphere was very good, suddenly there was a word that did not look at the atmosphere at all.
"Anthony of Number 2. Mr. Carter, it seems that you can't wait to vote, and I am not sorry to tell you that this attitude alone will already make you gather a lot of votes."
"Anyway, in the first round, everyone didn't think about killing the real killer, maybe they just wanted to kill others who they felt bad about, what is the benefit, so that the chances of choosing the real killer increase, is it counted?"
"Of course, this is also good for the killer, because the condition for the killer is that everyone except himself is also dead, that is, the only person who survives is the real survivor."
"It doesn't matter which side your camp is, it's also beneficial, isn't it?"
"It seems that my words are still a bit too much, so let's go back to the rest of the time."
With Monoca's words in place, the real voting time has really begun.
"The concubine doesn't know who started the voting game, and she doesn't know who the killer is, but the concubine can be very sure of one thing, and that is that whoever intends to lead the votes to whoever is going to go will most likely be the murderer. Because, the identity of the deceased will not be revealed, and the conditions that favor the murderer can be easily exploited."
Nix said in a cold tone, and at the same time took a soft breath, his eyes full of doubts, as if who was the first to speak to direct the vote to someone, then who is the murderer.
"No, I don't think so, because after removing the murderer, it is possible to distinguish the occupation of other people, such a profession exists."
Neriat objected almost without thinking, his face that had looked like a fragile doll seemed to have a little more blood on it, and his long silver hair was blown with the flow of air.
Regarding Nelyat's words, the Knicks only held a simple ridicule, and then said calmly.
"There's nothing wrong with that, but please keep in mind for the concubine, how many rounds are there now, and in the first round, Mr. Prophet, who found the murderer? Or is it a little bit more likely that the killer intends to use the vote to kill someone? If it's the next round, maybe your words make sense, but that's the first round."
"But you can't deny that the possibility itself exists, and that, if it's a real murderer, it's only natural that it will be hidden among us, because as you said, it's too difficult to find the real killer out of so many."
Neliat replied, but Knicks didn't seem convinced.
"But ah, do you really put your hopes in others? Or do you take away hope itself, and use this share of hope to despair others?" (To be continued.) )