"Where's your heart?" said Mo Qian in a deep voice.

The black man pursed his lips, but he couldn't say anything.

Mo Qian asked a few more questions one after another, but he didn't know anything about them.

However, he could read all the words on the paper.

"Rijkaard, decapitated...... Nasus's decapitation...... Hines decapitated...... Nasus's decapitation...... Hines decapitated...... Nasus's decapitation...... Hines decapitated...... Nasus is decapitated!There's still space in the back, but there's a new line......"

The black man paused and continued, "Richkaard is decapitated!" Edward is decapitated...... Avery has a burst heart...... Jones Locke, the brain melts, and then there's what you call Bro......"

"There's still space in the back, but it's a different line...... Rijkaard's decapitation!"

It took twenty names in a row before he read, "...... William, with his lungs torn...... Johnson, cut in half, there's still room behind here, and another line is up. ”

"Go on, Rijkaard's decapitated ......"

It was followed by a dozen more names.

In this way, he recited about one hundred and eighty names in a row before finally speaking of himself.

"Rijkaard, decapitated...... Tom Irvin, Blood Evaporation...... Matthew Franklin, the heart is scorched. ”

Franklin is exactly the black man in front of him, and this is the end of the list.

Mo Qian and Gou Ye glanced at each other, what is this, is the curse record?

"Write who will die?" Mo Qian said, but shook his head.

Gou Ye also shook his head and said: "No, otherwise Rijkaard should have died several times, I don't think it's the same name and surname, this guy is decapitated every time, it's more like a reset." ”

"This involved more than 180 people in total, and Jones Rock was the big drug lord. ”

"But the way it died wasn't right, the brain melted?"

Jones Rock was obviously divided into two thousand parts, but this was just written brain smashing.

If you think about it, being divided into two thousand parts should have been a kind of public execution, perhaps because of a violation of some kind of rule.

"It seems to be a kind of solitaire, this Rijkaard is the starting point, and after the end of the round, it starts with him. Mo Qian said.

"Death Solitaire? There is a different upper limit on the number of passes per round, and whoever happens to be the last one will hang up?" said Gou Ye, glancing at the black man.

I saw Franklin staring blankly at the blank paper, not giving a reaction.

Mo Qian frowned and said: "It may also be time, when the time comes, whoever the list reaches will die." ”

Franklin remained unmoved, and instead asked, "Who are you?"

Mo Qian casually took an FBI ID and said, "The person who can save you." ”

"Really?" Franklin was stunned, "You can lift the curse?"

Gou Ye said: "Not now, can I hypnotize you?"

When Franklin heard this, he was not nervous at all.

Seeing this, Gou Ye couldn't help but hypnotize him and wanted to ask for some information.

However, unexpectedly, Franklin, who was in a hypnotic state, suddenly became blank with all his memories related to this piece of paper.

Gou Ye frowned, and the hypnotic state was lifted, and Franklin's face changed, as if he remembered the rules again, and became a little irritable again.

"You know what?" asked Franklin, rubbing the white paper.

Gou Ye shook his head and said: "Your subjective judgment will immediately forget everything about it, these things must be said voluntarily by you." ”

Franklin shook his head and sneered, how could such a thing be said?

Gou Ye thought for a while, and suddenly threatened: "Tell me the rules, otherwise I will collapse you now." ”

Franklin's face changed drastically, and he suddenly burst out, and he didn't dare to attack, but grabbed the door and tried to escape.

Gou Ye grabbed him and threw him back on the bed as if he was carrying a little chicken.

Franklin was so shocked by his power that he thought he was dead, and cried out loudly, "Aren't you FBI!"

Gou Ye took out the documents of the Russian intelligence department and said, "I'm sorry, I lied to you." ”

"No! no!" Franklin looked at Gou Ye's muzzle, almost crazy, but desperately retreated from the bed.

Mo Qian pouted and said: "It seems that he really can't say it, he has been reminding us before, I'm afraid he has tried his best." ”

Seeing this, Gou Ye put away his gun, took out his FBI ID again, and said with a smile, "Don't be nervous, I'm kidding you, in fact, I'm still the FBI." ”

The corners of Franklin's mouth twitched, and he looked confused.

Mo Qian asked, "Did you say it...... It's going to be split into 2,000 parts, isn't it?"

Franklin pursed his lips and didn't speak.

Gou Ye and Mo Qian glanced at each other, it seems that the person on the list can't say the rules of the game, so he gives a lot of hints.

Actively saying that you may die, and being controlled by hypnosis, you will forget the relevant content.

It's a complete dead knot.

Mo Qian said: "Let's take him away first." ”

"Find a way to get everyone on the list, especially this Rijkaard!"

At Gou Ye's request and reassurance, Franklin finally pinched the blank paper and followed them.

If you only have a name, it is not easy to find all the people on the list, after all, there are too many people with the same name and surname.

And the scope, most likely, is the whole world.

Rijkaard, however, is probably the best place to look for, because it starts with him every time.

......

"3534, jump on that piece of paper. Gou Ye said.

In a temporary Blue and White Society warehouse in Franklin, a wise rat climbed onto the table, ate a cookie, and lay on a white paper.

Franklin looked at the mouse in amazement and heard a squeak.

He didn't know that this was the language of the mouse, but that it was a blank piece of paper.

"What? no words?" Gou Ye frowned, and had to let another D-class personnel come over.

The D-class entered the warehouse and were instructed to sit across from Franklin.

"Pick up the piece of paper and read it aloud. Gou Ye said.

The D-class took a deep breath, stared at Franklin across from him, and asked, "Say something, please." ”

Franklin looked at him bewildered, but said nothing.

The D-class gritted his teeth and reached for the blank paper.

But nothing happened, and he looked at the blank sheet of paper over and over again, and was surprised, "Nothing has been written." ”

Seeing this, Mo Qian said to Gou Ye: "It seems that only those who are on the list can see the words." ”

Gou Ye nodded and said, "Franklin, please write his name." Well...... Just cut off your head. ”

With that, he told the black man the D-Class's real name and gave him a pen.

Franklin got the pen and wrote down the name of the D-class without hesitation, but Mo Qiao noticed that after writing the name, Franklin did not feel relieved at all, and it seemed that it had been passed on to others, and it was not that he would be fine.

The D-class personnel didn't know anything, and were extremely nervous and nervous.

As soon as Franklin finished writing, the paper disappeared from his hand, appearing in front of the D-class's eyes and slowly falling.

The D-class hurriedly grabbed the paper, looked at it intently, and his face changed a little, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and laughed out loud.

"What are you laughing at?" said Franklin, incredulously.

He had just read the list and knew the rules of the game, but he was half scared to death.

This thing is extremely weird, it is not a joke, at that time, he was almost crazy in a hurry, but he didn't expect that the person in front of him, who was called a D-class personnel, was relieved and happy!

The D-class laughed, "Much better than I thought......"

Franklin was shocked, "Is this alright?"

Mo Qian said: "The horror he experienced is beyond your imagination. ”

Franklin was puzzled, and said that these people were specifically designed to solve this kind of ...... Is it something like a demonic curse?

"Write 3534 on the Wise Mouse. Mo Qian said.

Unexpectedly, the D-class personnel who had been relieved just now turned pale and looked at Mo Qian pleadingly.

"No, only for humans?" Mo Qian frowned.

Gou Ye said in a deep voice: "Then there is no way, you know, say the rules, or be killed." ”

The D-class burst into tears and froze there, looking at Gou Ye in despair.

Franklin was startled, Gou Ye had also made this joke with him before, but it was a joke after all, and he just confirmed the reaction to judge whether he would die if he said it.

Now that these people know that they will die, they even force this so-called D-class personnel to say it, which doesn't seem to be a joke at all.

"Good...... I understand. The D-class said hoarsely.

Franklin was first surprised and then delighted, this man was willing to defy the law, and he was naturally willing. Although it will be divided into 2,000 parts, after all, I have not seen it with my own eyes.

Even if this piece of paper is extremely weird, the state of his heart at this moment is even more like being controlled by a demon, but what if he says that he won't die.

The person in front of him verified it for himself, and he better understood what his predicament was.

How do you know that Mo Qian said: "Forget it, he may die without finishing a sentence." ”

Gou Ye shrugged and said, "But we have to know the information." ”

Mo Qian looked at the D-class personnel seriously and said, "You are also experienced, find a way to remind us of its information." ”

The D-class was overjoyed and looked at Mo Qian gratefully.

He thought about it for a moment and said, "Give me a knife." ”

Mo Qian didn't say a word, and threw his short knife over.

I saw the D-class personnel grab the knife, put it on the neck, and force it horizontally.

The short knife actually pierced through his neck like slicing tofu, and cut through the other end, and there was not even blood on his neck, and the D-class personnel did not change their faces.

Mo Qian and Gou Ye immediately understood.

"You can't cut off your own head?"

Hearing this, the D-class personnel held their heads in their hands and took their heads off directly.

The fracture is a blank paper-like film, and it seems that it is not that it cannot be cut off, but that it will not die if it is cut off, so what should I do.

"It's already happened......" said the D-class holding his head.

Ink Poor realized that this sentence was very informative, including Franklin's heart stopping, which was probably the case.

The severed head and the scorched heart are things that have already happened. When they saw their names and how they died, their heads were cut off and their hearts were scorched.

It's just that the containment protects them from death.

Neither decapitation nor scorching affected their survival.

A very strange trait that puts them in a state where they will not be killed by the same way of death again.

Immunization single death.

But until when?

There is no doubt that sooner or later they will die, but the time has not come, otherwise Franklin would not have been terrified after learning the rules, and their lives may only be temporarily deposited in the containment.

Mo Qian felt that he probably understood, and all the people whose names were written would be killed once. But in front of containment, sometimes 'killing' and 'killing' are two different things.

They've all been killed by the containment, but they're not dead yet, because it's not their turn to die!

As for how the round is, it is most likely random.

"This kind of death solitaire should be a random time after the sudden cancellation of the containment object's protection of the last person. Mo Qian said.

"The first man will almost never die, because in order to live, it is impossible for him not to pass it on to others. Gou Ye said.

The D-class bowed their heads and remained silent, struggling.

Seeing the two of them say this, they suddenly got up and grabbed Mo Qian.

"What's wrong?" asked Mo Qian.

The D-class stared into Mo Poor's eyes, picked up the pen tremblingly, and then suddenly snapped the pen and threw it far away.

"I don't write. The D-class burst into tears.

Mo was stunned, and his brain was spinning wildly.

At the same time, Franklin rushed over to pick up the broken pen, shoved it into the hands of the D-class, and roared, "Are you a fool?"

However, the D-class threw the pen again, and even pushed the blank piece of paper away, and said firmly, "You don't understand!"

Franklin's eyes widened, and he punched him hard in anger.

Mo Qian instantly restrained him, pressed back to his seat, looked at the D-class and said, "Are you sure you don't write it?"

"Sure!" said the D-class, wiping tears from his eyes as he held his head.

Mo Qian smiled and said, "Thank you, I understand." ”

D-class personnel will not give up their lives, but at this moment, they are determined not to pass it on, which is to remind him: If I don't write, I won't necessarily die.

On the other hand, Franklin was in a hurry, but only called him a fool.

In other words, Franklin could only die.

"Obviously, it's a turntable-style random! Everyone can die in Solitaire, not necessarily the last, but everyone can. So before Franklin wrote other people's names, he was still in a heavy mood and was not relieved. Mo Qian said.

Gou Ye nodded and said, "So the longer the solitaire, the smaller the probability for everyone." ”

"In this way, the stupidest thing is that in the first round, these two people should know each other, and they seem to be on the bar, and they write each other crazy...... In fact, everyone should add newcomers and share the probability, so as to increase their survival rate as much as possible. ”

The D-class smiled, exactly.

Except for the fools and the bold, the vast majority of people will not pass it on.

As a D-class, he said before that he would die, not to mention being killed, that he would be 100% certain to die.

And Mo Poor gave him a glimmer of life, and for D-class personnel, it was better than 100% death.

At the moment, there are only four people in the latest round of Solitaire. They were Rijkaard, Tom, Franklin and him.

Solitaire came to a standstill, then the four of them, each with a mortality rate of twenty-five percent.

For others, this is simply a brain-dead act, the mortality rate is too high, a quarter, what if you die by yourself?

So Franklin was shocked and angry. But he didn't know that this was nothing to the D-class, even if it was ninety-nine percent, he had to fight for that glimmer of life.

Let the member know as much as possible, but also save himself.

But Franklin was angry and yelled, "That's how you saved me? I'm going to complain to you FBI!"

......