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Recalling this, Xianhe couldn't help but wonder: "At that time, my identity was ...... Wolf? For some reason, she remembers the last four games clearly, except for the first game. The thin eyebrows frowned slightly and thought for a long time, but he still had no clue, so he simply didn't want to think about it, and continued to look at the beautiful sea of clouds and reminisce about the past.

DONG Yao. Xie Bi'an stood behind a small stone mountain in the Gobi Desert, poked his head out to look at Dongfeng Yao, who was squatting behind a big rock in front of him and didn't know what he was digging. Fan Wuji stood on the edge of the cliff and looked at the crane in the sea of clouds. Fortunately, she is an immortal, he is a god, so he slipped in without her noticing.

"Her identity?" DONG Yao. Xie Bi'an said in a low voice. If he remembered correctly, her identity was......

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When the nightingale saw the survivors leaving, she turned her head to look at Xie Bi'an, who was sitting on the sofa with Erlang's legs crossed, and said, "Mr. Xie Bi'an, Mr. Fan Wuyi, since the two of you are one and two souls, although they can appear at the same time from now on, if one of the two of you is out or dies, the other will also be out. ”

"Of course." Xie Bi'an replied. A cloud of black pulp rose from the floor next to the sofa, and in an instant, it condensed into Fan Wuyi with a black umbrella for the soul suppression. Fan Wuyi put away the soul suppression black umbrella and sat next to Xie Bi'an.

The nightingale nodded slightly, then turned into a black rose petal and disappeared away.

Seeing the nightingale leaving, the Lord in Yellow got up and turned his head to glance at the other overseers, and said in a deep voice, "Each of them identifies." Then hold up the card with his right hand, "Hunter." With that, with a pinch of his right hand, a dark purple light flashed, and the card disappeared.

The photographer stared at the Lord in Yellow with a blank face. He had just seen the skills of the "Hunter", which were [Gunshot] and [Death Counterattack], but the time was too short for him to see the skill description.

[Death Counterattack] should be that he can "shoot" and lead people before he is out, so what is [gunshot]......

Jack snorted coldly, waving the claw blade on his left hand as he said nonchalantly, "Min." ”

"We are also the people." (Xie Bi'an, Fan Wuyi)

"Civilians." (Factory Director)

"Coincidentally, the concubine is also a commoner." (Red Butterfly)

"I, I am also a people." (Crybaby)

"Iro, you're the judge!" The photographer lifted Erlang's legs again, smiled at the corners of his mouth, and continued: "Min." ”

The Lord in Yellow let out a low chuckle, then turned and walked out. In his opinion, there must be people, wolves, and gods on the regulator's side, but except for the hunters, everyone else will try their best to hide their identities, after all, it is a werewolf who kills with his life, and no one will gamble with his own life.

But God doesn't care.

Jack turned his head and watched the yellow robe's back leave thoughtfully until it disappeared into the bamboo forest, then got up and turned into a blur of "air" and quickly followed.

Seeing this, the photographer put down Erlang's leg, pinched it with his left hand, and the silver scimitar appeared in his left hand; With his right hand, he took out the black and white photo from his underwear pocket and threw it forward, got up, teleported outside the villa, raised his silver scimitar to block the way of the "air", and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

"You don't care." Jack said coldly. A fog suddenly rose around it, enveloping the bamboo forest, and visibility was extremely low.

The photographer frowned slightly and immediately pinched his nose with his right hand. Although he didn't want to do such an inelegant movement, Jack's fog area had a certain hallucinogenic effect, although it didn't have Xie Bi'an's [All Actions Are Impermanent. Soul Dementor] is strong, but it is better because of its wide range and long duration, coupled with the extremely low visibility in the fog, it is very troublesome once it is hit.

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Xie Bi'an turned his head to see the fog area outside the window, thinking that the two of them had made a move, so he immediately picked up the white umbrella of the soul suppression and rushed out. If he likes to fight in normal times, he doesn't bother to care, but now it's different from the past, and he must not show any flaws in front of the survivors!

But when Xie Bi'an came outside, he found that the fog on the surface had almost dispersed, and only the fog area in mid-air had not yet dissipated; The photographer is looking around.

The photographer turned his head to look at the fog channel leading to the bamboo forest. He thought Jack was going to do it, but he ran away after putting a fog in the area!

"Are you alright?" Xie Bi'an walked to the photographer with a white umbrella and asked.

The photographer looked back and saw that it was Xie Bi'an, so he shook his head, and then walked back with his legs.

Xie Bi'an watched the photographer go back, and then looked back at the dissipating fog channel leading to the bamboo forest, thoughtfully. Suddenly feeling that someone was looking at him, he subconsciously turned his head to look, and a white figure flashed from the window on the second floor. He paused, then turned and went back to the house.

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A Villa on the second floor. (same timeline as above)

The second floor is lined by a corridor on the left, with a spacious dance studio on the left and three bedrooms on the right. There is a small compartment in the innermost part of the right, in which is placed a stove and an altar, on which is placed a delicate set of tea sets.

The survivors who participated in the competition, except for the priests, air force and others who volunteered to cook, were all in the dance studio: the magician stood with his back against the wall, his hands on his chest, his head down, his eyes closed, and his face serious; Philanthropist Hang Erlang stood in front of the glass wall, his hands hanging down naturally, looking at the bamboo forest outside and not knowing what he was thinking; The lawyer sat on a chair that had been brought out of the room, far away from the other survivors, looking down at the pocket watch in his right; The striker sat on the floor in the center, laughing and chatting with the gardener next to him. The doctor went up to the second floor, and when the gardener saw that it was her, he waved his right hand at her and motioned for her to come.

The doctor walked over to the gardener and sat down, turning his head to look at the other survivors, the atmosphere very heavy.

After a moment, the magician opened his eyes and stood up straight, clapped his hands twice, and then said, "The nightingale said that there will be a vote in the evening, so let's come to the 'wolf pit' first!" ”

The rest of the survivors who participated in the competition looked at him, stunned, and then nodded their heads.

The magician smiled slightly, took the card from the underwear pocket of his left sleeve, handed it to the nearest striker, and told him to read it and show it to the others. A minute later, the doctor took the card, the magician's identity is "civilian", in the upper left corner is a hoe mark, the mark is a green "people" word, and a line of small words is written below: This card holder has no special ability, cooperate with God to eliminate the wolf to win.

Because you can be invisible, do you dare to be so unscrupulous? But this little abacus is a good one. The doctor thought to himself, handing the cards to the next survivor.

After a few minutes, the magician put away his cards, glanced at the other survivors, faked a cough, and said, "It's your turn!" ”

"Oh, I'm a citizen too." The striker pulled out the cards in his pocket and responded.

Except for the striker, there are no survivors who respond to the magician.

The doctor looked at the card in front of him and saw that he was also a citizen, so he couldn't help frowning slightly, and said "tsk".

Fifteen identities, five people, five gods and five wolves, and now there are two people; The hunter is estimated to be on the side of the regulator and has already jumped out; The wolves know each other's identities again, and when they see that there are these two bad goods in the "civilians", eighty percent will attack God. According to the game mechanics of Werewolf Killing, the "Prophet" will have to come out in the second round of voting at the latest, and then the "Guard" must also come out to protect the Prophet, as the "Sun God", she has no ability to protect herself, plus the variables in the middle, such as the "witch" poisoned the people as wolves, and a strong regulator is a wolf...... These two pigs!

The magician had expected this, so he nodded and said, "Then let's do it first!" If there are prophecies and witches among us, we will hide first. prophecy will jump again tomorrow night and report the wolf's position; The witch saves people depending on the situation, and the poison is used when it is accurate, don't poison the hunter to death. Look at the problem from a long-term perspective! With that, he went downstairs.

(Author's note: Hunters can't shoot people if they're poisoned)

The crowd was silent again.

The doctor was bored, and got up and walked out, intending to look at the stone monument in front of the stream. Suddenly, someone broke the silence with a voice: "Why is it foggy in the middle of the day?" It wasn't loud, but it was enough to break the silence.

Hearing this, the other survivors turned their heads to look out through the glass wall of the dance studio, and it was really foggy. The voice was made by the philanthropist standing in front of the glass wall.

Jack's Fog Zone?

The doctor turned and walked briskly to the end of the hallway, looking through the window at the open space in front of the villa: the fog on the surface had lifted, and the photographer was walking back; Xie Bi'an stood aside, watching the photographer return to the house, and then looked back at the dissipating fog channel leading to the bamboo forest, looking thoughtful. The doctor was puzzled, Xie Bi'an suddenly turned her head, and she quickly squatted down. After a while, he cautiously poked his head out and saw that Xie Bi'an had left, so he stood up.

Is there a conflict? That's easy......

The doctor was thinking about it when there was a knock on the door and a familiar female voice behind him: "It's time to eat, everyone, if you don't come down, there will be no more!" The doctor turned his head and saw that it was the priest.

Hearing the word "eat", the philanthropist's eyes suddenly lit up, and he ran out and downstairs in a hurry, for fear that others would rob him.

"Let's go! People are iron, and rice is steel. Let's talk about it after lunch. The magician said as he walked towards the top of the stairs.

Seeing this, the rest of the survivors also walked up the stairs one after another. The gardener walked up to the doctor, took the doctor's left hand with his right hand and walked to the staircase, and said, "All right, all right! Don't think about it. My dad made curry rice and it was so fragrant ......"

But the point is that Orfina also cooks, (•́ω•̀٥) her meal......

The doctor thought to himself as he swallowed a mouthful of saliva. The wild boar of the wild man before was because he ate the food cooked by the priest, and he disappeared for several days, and when he saw it again, he lost a lot of weight, and he couldn't participate in the "game", and the wild man fed it for more than half a month before he fed it back.

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The doctor looked downstairs at the table, where the other contestants sat around the table except for her and the gardener, the Lord in Yellow, Jack, and the crybaby.

The philanthropist and the striker rudely grabbed the roast meat from their plates with both hands, gobbling it up and chirping; Fan Wuji, who was opposite the philanthropist, had a "crossroads" written on his forehead, and his right hand was holding the black umbrella of the soul suppression, and he was on the verge of an imminent outbreak. Xie Bi'an, who was next to him, took a bite of the apple he was holding in his right hand, turned his head to look at Fan Wuyi, and shook his head. Fan Wuyi held back his anger, picked up the four-edged ivory inlaid gold chopsticks on the table, and ate it by himself, just as "out of sight, not out of mind"; The Air Force was cutting steak with a knife and fork with both hands, and her all-yellow flare gun was placed on the right side of the dinner plate; Red Butterfly held a bowl of preserved egg and lean porridge she made with her own hand in her left hand, and held a spoon in her right hand, feeding the blind girl one bite at a time; The director was putting vegetables in the empty bowl opposite, and when he saw the gardener coming, he waved at him and motioned for her to sit down across from him. The gardener sat across from the director and asked the doctor to sit to her right.

The doctor sat down and picked up the bowl to serve the beet soup, and looked up to see the photographer opposite him sipping the grilled fish on a stick in his hand with his eyes closed; His white gloves sit next to his plate. This fragrance, the fish must be grilled by Xie Bi'an, and they say that it is one of the specialties of the Orient.

"Get high!" The magician walks from the kitchen with three bottles of wine, followed by a blank lawyer pushing a food cart. The magician put the wine on the table, then picked up the knife and fork on the striker's table, and inserted it into the cork to open the bottle, but the dish was almost finished.

"Astringent, muddy shape...... the striker said vaguely as he munched on the steak.

When the photographer heard this, he opened his eyes, saw this, held the grilled fish in his right hand, pinched it with his left hand, took out a silver scimitar, got up and inserted it into the cork of the three bottles of wine, and inserted and pulled it in one go. With a wave of his left hand, the photographer removed the silver scimitar, sat down and closed his eyes and continued to eat the grilled fish.

The magician was stunned for a moment, then applauded, poured two-thirds of the volume of wine into each of the twelve goblins, served a glass to the photographer, and then handed it to the other contestants in turn.

"Fresh grilled squid is coming! How about I cook it myself, how about tasting it? The priest brought a large plate to the table and lifted the lid, revealing the aroma of grilled squid cut into thin strips.

The doctor thought of the fate of the wild boar before, and did not dare to act rashly for a while; When the photographer smelled it, he opened a pair of blue eyes, and without saying a word, he took out a silver scimitar with his left hand and plunged it into the plate containing grilled squid, and took most of it away at once.

Priest: Σ(°Д°;

The photographer used another fork to remove several grilled squid, put them on the doctor's plate with the fork, and then smiled at the corners of his mouth and said, "Ladies first." ”

The doctor looked at him hesitantly, and when he saw that he was eating well, he picked up the fork with his right hand and carefully examined the black grilled squid.

Odd! This sounds familiar...... Wait, isn't this Hasta's Abyssal Touch!?

The doctor laughed out loud and thought, "I don't know what the big squid will think when he finds out......

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At this time, the sky is clear and the sun is shining. Somewhere in the bamboo forest, the Lord of Yellow Clothes raised his right hand from time to time to wipe his sweat while walking towards the mountains in the distance. Sure enough, after the seal was lifted, the suppression of this position against him became stronger and stronger, but at least it was still within the range of bearing.

As long as you get "that", everything is fine.

"Ahh The Lord in Yellow suddenly sneezed, and it stands to reason that God would not sneeze. He said to himself, "Who is talking about me? ”

——— This article was written on 2019.08.unknown, and has been changed more than ten times.