There are a total of seven rooms upstairs, which correspond to the number of people attending the Golden Devil show, and each room has a name tag on it. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Bai Wenxuan found his name tag, pushed open the door and walked in.

The room was very large and beautifully decorated, but Bai Wenxuan didn't like it very much, this kind of excessive pursuit of nobility and luxury exuded a disgusting aura for him.

While on Earth, he collected treasures from various museums all over the world, and obtained unimaginable riches through near-perfect methods.

However, this was not what he wanted, and he got all these things that seemed valuable to outsiders, and he threw them all in the underground warehouse.

Even he was tired of this almost mischievous behavior, because it was no longer challenging to obtain these things.

It seems that I can't play with those mentally retarded detectives anymore, and I miss that feeling.

Bai Wenxuan lay on the bed and carefully studied the light curtain in his mind, which seemed to have been created by a god named Cassie.

Aside from the initial profile, no more information has been revealed.

So Bai Wenxuan focused on that imp card, can he take out the card in his mind?

As soon as Bai Wenxuan had this idea, he found that the cards disappeared from his mind.

"What does this mean? Can't you really look at the world with common sense? ”

Bai Wenxuan looked at the imp card in his hand in a daze, the lines were very clear, and the portrait of the imp seemed to pop out of the card.

"Go back!" Bai Wenxuan said like an idiot to the imp card.

However, the imp card didn't move.

"What's going on?" After thinking about the previous steps, Bai Wenxuan focused his attention on the imp card, and mentally silently let the imp card come back to his mind.

Sure enough, the imp card disappeared from Bai Wenxuan's hand again and returned to his mind.

"Haha, interesting, so funny!"

Bai Wenxuan was like a child who had obtained a new toy, constantly letting the imp cards wander in his hand and in his mind.

After repeating it dozens of times, Bai Wenxuan felt that the load on his brain seemed to be a bit serious, and only then did he realize that there were still limitations to this kind of stored extracts.

The last time he put the imp card in his mind, Bai Wenxuan felt that his head was about to explode, and he hurriedly rubbed it with his hands.

After a long while, Bai Wenxuan finally regained his spirits.

"Okay, how are our actors resting? Oh sucks, why don't you all rest? ”

The voice of the Golden Demon rang out in every room.

"Hey, hey, hey, as a dedicated actor, you will be punished for going out at this time, yes, go back and sit obediently."

Looks like someone wants to get out of the room? That girl's flesh and blood are still in the doorway, who still doesn't remember it for a long time? Bai Wenxuan shook his head.

"Now is the target time to choose a co-show, look at your bedside, there are pictures of all the other actors, pick one up now, and after confirmation, it's show time!"

Bai Wenxuan climbed to the head of the bed, and sure enough, he saw a stack of photos, which were the frontal photos of other people.

After looking at everyone's photos, Bai Wenxuan found that Pocello still had long hair covering half of his face, he was really a mysterious guy.

After reading it, Bai Wenxuan directly threw the photo back on the bedside, he didn't plan to kill on the first day, even if he was sure that Jonathan was a knight.

"Oh, the target is chosen, someone picked up the photo, well done!"

Someone chosen? Who is it?

Bai Wenxuan's brain was running fast, this was an unexpected situation, on the first day, when everyone couldn't accurately determine their identity, who would kill the killer?

No, if you know Jonathan's identity, why can't anyone else confirm it?

So the question is, knowing that Jonathan is a knight, who will choose him?

It is possible for both imps and demons, but there are no other veterans here except Jonathan, and according to the strength introduced, no one is stronger than him!

Even if he knows his identity, when his strength is not good, who will choose to attack Jonathan without hesitation?

While Bai Wenxuan was still thinking, the voice of the Golden Demon sounded again.

"Ahem, I forgot to tell you again, each identity has special auxiliary props, special props will only appear during the performance, there are in the bedside table, you can check it yourself, I want to prepare snacks and prepare to watch the show."

Props? This makes sense, it must be one of the imps or demons who found out that they had support items and thought they were sure to kill Jonathan!

Bai Wenxuan opened the bedside table and saw a strangely shaped pistol lying quietly inside......

"What the hell is this?" Bai Wenxuan picked up the pitch-black pistol and looked at it.

The light curtain in his mind suddenly flickered, and Bai Wenxuan hurriedly checked it.

Imp pistol

(Only the imps think this thing is useful)

Quality: F+

Attack: E

Accuracy: 64%

Reload Speed: 10 seconds

Drink Blood: Auto-reload, steals the target's weak health

Bai Wenxuan weighed the imp pistol in his hand, this thing looks good, it doesn't need to be loaded, it's not very heavy, and it's easier to carry.

But can you kill Jonathan with this pistol? Bai Wenxuan didn't believe it.

With an E-level attack power, it shouldn't be a problem to break through Jonathan's defenses, but what the hell is an accuracy of 64%? What's the use of shooting so high?

G-, can it be a little lower? Wait 10,000 years for a shot, please, you have already been beaten into a mentally retarded person.

The special effects look great, but Jonathan is also a knight, and there must be special items that can't be killed with just a retarded pistol.

Special props will only appear when performing, probably to prevent the props from revealing their identities, Bai Wenxuan put the imp pistol back in the bedside table.

"Haha, that's amazing!"

Did the Golden Devil forget to turn off the microphone?

Bai Wenxuan looked at the ceiling with some dissatisfaction, this guy is too talkative, right? But I'd love to see what's going on......

Bai Wenxuan rubbed his head, thought about it, and rested early, and he would know the result tomorrow morning.

Early the next morning, Bai Wenxuan got up, probably because it didn't affect his biological clock.

After moving his body a little, Bai Wenxuan was not in a hurry to go out, the result has already come out, will it change later? He has never been an acute person.

After the daily morning exercise, Bai Wenxuan walked to the door and was about to push the door of the room open, but to his surprise, the door could not be opened.

Bai Wenxuan, who was bored, had no choice but to continue exercising in the room, this must be the ghost of the Golden Devil.

After a while, the Golden Devil's magnetic voice sounded that made people want to flatten him.

"Good morning! Dear performers! ”

"Last night's performance was amazing, and I'm looking forward to your performance even more!"

"It's a shame that the first person to be out last night was our Mr. Jonathan!"

......

Really, killed?