"That's it for today, the game is over safely, and we can go back." Jiang Jian took the opportunity to stand up and make a peacemaker posture.

"The game is over safely, who will pay for the lives here?" Song Emblem's voice was full of rage, suppressed to the extreme tyranny.

"You are really a good person, don't you think you are too hypocritical? In the game, do you kill fewer people? Don't talk crookedly here, put yourself in the position of a great good person. ”

"If you're so kind, why don't you kill yourself every time you play and let someone else live?"

"I never said that I was kind, because I also killed people, and I killed many people, and even killed my teammates in order to survive."

Song Empalette spoke in a low voice, as if he was remorseful and complaining.

"However, I have never killed someone for no reason, and I have never killed someone just to vent my anger. I'm sorry, but I don't agree with that, but I couldn't stop it in the early stage, so I can only avenge them. ”

I agree with Song Empalette's words, but I will never say these words, because I am not capable of saying them.

"Killing them doesn't just end the game, he did it to win the game." Jiang Lian is very good at interjecting, and the way to find the right time is very right.

Can killing end the game?

I couldn't help but think that this game should be the most difficult of all the games I participated in.

There are seven rules alone, and the end of each one ends with a dead word.

Moreover, in addition to the scarlet part of the script that can kill people, even the doctors and nurses around us can easily kill us.

This is also the reason why Wan Jiaming was electrocuted alive and couldn't resist.

Those of us who have preconceived notions in the game think that people or other things in the game are very powerful beings.

No one thought that in fact, people in the game could also be killed.

Just like now, all the doctors and nurses have been wiped out, who would have thought?

Especially among those rules, there are a few more about doctors and nurses.

For example, as long as the doctor suspects his identity and points it out, he will die.

There are also cases where doctors and nurses have to die when they see the script.

These rules invisibly raise the status of doctors and nurses, so that we dare not do anything to them.

But among us, there is a madman named Lou Tsukasa Resentment, and as soon as he is angry, he kills wildly.

Although there are many rules, none of them protects doctors and nurses, but only helps them cover up their identities.

So when Lou Tsukasa made a move, the rules didn't move him for half a point, and let him kill all the doctors and nurses.

Wait, obsessions in games are obsessions, and what are humans in games? It can't be a real person, right?

I was in a cold sweat running down my forehead, if they were all real people, then the crazy killing of Lou Tsukasa just now was not what the characters were set up in the game, but real people.

If all the people who were killed were real people, then what kind of place was this?

I don't believe that the Crimson Round Table will come up with scenes for us to play with, so the question is, what kind of place will this be?

They were still arguing, and I got up and walked to the hall window to see what was out there.

Hey, my shadow appeared on the window, and I guess it was painted with I don't know what it was.

Let the once transparent glass become a mirror that can reflect people's reflections, but you can't see the situation outside the window, the top of the window is okay, but because of the angle, you can only see half of the sky.

I brushed my hand lightly over the windowsill, and there were some bulges on the windowsill, which felt weird.

I crouched down and leaned against the windowsill to look at the bulges, and found that the bulges were like strange lines, forming a cumbersome pattern.

Characters?

I put my hand on the windowsill and felt the lines, like a picture, like a strange character.

Something is wrong, a hospital that is mainly based on technology, on the windowsill, how can such a thing be left? It feels a lot like a ghost drawing charm in feudal superstition.

The more I felt that something was wrong, the more I wanted to know what it meant.

I gently tapped the window with my hand, and there was a faint dull sound from the window.

It was as if the other side of the glass was completely sealed.

I walked along the window and looked at all the windows, and found that all the windowsills had lines that looked like pictures and characters.

Seven windows, each one of which is like this.

But I could feel that the drawings and lines were completely different, as if seven strange patterns were being constructed.

In addition to the seven windows, there are two doors.

The heavy iron gate was tightly locked, and we were trapped here like a solid cage.

I touched the gate with my hand, and there were many strange scratches on the heavy iron door.

At first glance, the scratches were made by someone, and the marks on the fingers were very obvious.

On each heavy iron door, there are seven finger marks, the finger marks go deep into the steel, tearing the steel alive, and it is as long as half a finger in the iron door.

It is impossible for a person to do this, knowing that the heavy iron door is pure steel, not some tofu block, how can the fingers leave marks on it.

Seeing this, the feeling that something was wrong in my heart was aggravated again, and I always felt that something strange was about to happen.

In the hall, Qin Lan dragged Song Emblem, Jiang Jian dragged Lou Tsukasa resentment, and many people were muttering something next to them.

I looked at my hands, and then at the seven windows, and at the seven marks on the doors, including the seven portraits on the walls.

The rule is seven, the doctors and nurses add up to seven, and the guards and the dean add up to seven. The window is seven, the windowsill is seven, the characters on the windowsill are certainly seven, the fingermarks on the door are seven, and the hanging image on the wall is seven.

I glanced at the hall again, and the seven sculptors in the hall seemed to move.

Rubbing my eyes uncertainly, I looked at the sculptors again, and suddenly noticed a long bloodshot coming out of the eye socket of one of the sculptors.

The blood stains on the pale sculpture were particularly striking, and I was sure that when I looked at it, there was absolutely no such blood on the sculpture, and the killing had already stopped, and it was impossible that there would be blood splattered on it.

I stepped forward and looked at the sculpture's bleeding eyes, and a finger-sized hole appeared in the pale eye, from which a steady stream of blood flowed.

As soon as I got closer, there was a strong foul smell, and the smell was so strong that it almost smoked people to death.

Why can't I smell such a strong smell?

After the bloody slaughter in front, the entire hall was wrapped in a strong smell of blood, and this stench was very strange, and it could even waft out from the smell of blood in the sky.

The black hole the size of my finger gave me the faint feeling of being watched, as if there was an eye in the black hole, staring at me through the cracked stone crack.

How can there be such a weird feeling?