Harry goes to bed early, and vaguely remembers Stan lying next to him.

The next morning, a cry of surprise startled Harry to his feet.

I saw four deans surrounding the other and pressing him to the ground, and the whole scene became a pot of porridge.

Harry immediately scrambled to his feet, as the other man was moving not far in front of him.

Harry had barely gotten up when Stan pressed his shoulder and said, "Naturally, just watch the show." ”

Harry watched in bewilderment as the roundup took place in front of him, and the four of them grabbed their hands and feet. One picked up the dagger that was dangling on the ground and stabbed it into the clutched chest.

Harry was startled by such a scene, and his whole body was at a loss.

The five of them worked together to kill one of the deans, and the remaining five actually began to cheer and rejoice.

"Finally killed the murderer. ”

"Who knew there were such people in us. ”

"What is he doing here, are you afraid that you will have to stay here for a long time and not have enough food?"

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These words made Harry even more puzzled by what had happened until Harry turned his head to look at Stan.

Stan had a smile on his face at the moment, and it stands to reason that it would be so uncomfortable to turn his head at night. There's definitely something wrong with being able to laugh now, it's hard to see what Stan did.

Harry stood up, and three corpses with their necks wiped lay behind the otherwise obstructed view.

Before, because of a straight line, everyone surrounded and blocked the view.

Harry looked around, and all the deans woke up confused.

But because of the panic, no one dared to stand up and say anything.

Finally killed the murderer?

Harry was still wondering, and one of the men who did it stepped forward and said, "Are you wondering what we did? We killed a murderer with our own hands." I woke up this morning to see three bodies lying there with their necks wiped on their faces, and the one next to them was looking at me with a bloody dagger. I woke up a few of the people around me, and together they took out the murderer. Of course, I don't know what his purpose is, but he has been subdued, and it won't happen again. ”

As soon as Harry understood something, he looked at Stan and said, "Did you do that?"

Stan continues to smile and shush as he puts his index finger to his lips.

The dean's door began to dispose of the corpses, piling them up diagonally in the aqua toilet.

There were four corpses, the blood on the ground was slightly wiped with their clothes, and dark red marks could be seen.

As for the extra dagger, it was wrapped in clothes and placed in the middle of the hall.

Harry began to ask Stan what he had done last night.

Of course, Harry asks in a whisper until Stan says something.

At two o'clock in the morning, when everyone is at their sleepies, Stan pulls out the dagger from his lap. Groping for lying side by side with the target again and again, using the skills he has learned to quickly cut his throat.

In one night, Stan only managed to do it three times.

He also found the man next to Harry to be the scapegoat, and secretly shoved the dagger into his hand.

This time, the man unconsciously grabbed the dagger and looked at it, and he was directly regarded as a murderer.

After listening to Stan's statement, Harry nervously grabbed Stan's shoulder and said, "Didn't you tell you not to do anything?"

"If I don't do this, I don't want to go. Seriously, I wanted to put this dagger in your hand, but after thinking about it, you were still kind and righteous, so I gave up. Don't make me feel bad, or I'll have a way to make you die here. Stan said.

Stan's words made Harry let go of his hand in fright.

"Aren't you afraid I'll tell you about it?" Harry said.

"Do you think I won't be prepared with both hands? I still have a dagger and a pistol. Stan said.

Harry looks at Stan, hating that he forgot to confiscate what Stan had from him before he came down.

Stan also seemed to see Harry's concern and said, "I know you're scared of me, as long as you don't get in the way of me doing things, I won't do anything to you?"

"What else do you want to do?" said Harry.

Stan smiled and said simply, "I'm just getting started. ”

As soon as this remark came out, Harry felt creepy, what does it mean to just start?

The deans in the hall were all talking, as if discussing the psychology of the murderer.

Stan reaches out and grabs Harry's shoulder and pushes him aside, Harry watches as Stan does nothing but can't do anything about it.

Stan walked over to the crowd and began to talk, "I'm Jeff, the director of Research Institute Seventy-Seven. ”

The crowd greets Stan as if he had been taught without flaws.

Of course, someone remembered that Stan was the one who yelled yesterday, and Stan laughed and began to explain why he was like that.

Stan said, "Everybody speculates about why murderers kill people, but I've always wanted to tell you something horrible. This is also the reason why I lost some control yesterday, would you be interested in hearing about it?"

Everyone was satisfied, and the clueless crowd was of course going to hear what inspiration this Jeff had.

Stan watched as everyone leaned over and leaned forward in a listening motion. Turning to look at Harry, he winked at him and said, "If you remember what happened yesterday, you must know that something like a nuclear bomb has been dropped on it now." None of you here are doing very badly, are you? You know a lot more about optical radiation, shock waves, nuclear radiation, and electromagnetic radiation than I do, so how long do you think you need to hold on to it under such circumstances?"

"Extermination will definitely save us as soon as possible. ”

"Definitely, that's a no-brainer. ”

Immediately, other voices came out to question, and of course this questioning was only encouraging.

Stan understood, of course, and immediately said, "You're not kidding yourself now, are you, you've all seen one kill the other three." What was his purpose? Closer he wanted to have more food and water for him to survive a little longer. If he hadn't been found today, I wouldn't have said if he would have done it at night, would I? And so on, how many of the thirty-odd or so we had here survived?"

As soon as these words came out, they integrated all the things that everyone was discussing.

Some of the people nodded, and some were still thinking about the problem in a deep thought.

"Have you ever thought that you would be killed and abandoned? Of course, I have doubts about this, but you can think about what would happen if we were abandoned? I probably know that there are a lot of deans up there who may have been killed by nuclear bombs, so what about everyone? Who knows how to deal with extermination? Is what you think of as security really safe?" Stan said.

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