The rain swept away the sins and filth of the world, and lightning cut through the darkness, leaving blinding scratches in the air.

I carried a bottle of inferior spirits and staggered through the rain.

The cold rain fell on me, but I didn't feel anything.

Betrayal, these two words that can tear people's hearts apart, just landed on me so suddenly.

When I saw that image, I felt like I heard my heart breaking.

"Boom"

"Click"

In the midst of lightning and thunder, I just stood in the heavy rain, frantically venting my anger.

"Come on, there's a kind of chopping me, chopping me to death......"

There was a heavy muffled sound in the sky, and my voice was drowned out by a heavy muffled thunder.

"......"

I threw the bottle in my hand to the sky and staggered back.

"Smack"

The bottle landed in front of me, no more than three meters away.

Holy, what's going on?

I was throwing it far away just now, but now why did it come to me again?

It was as if someone was hiding in the shadows and throwing the bottle back.

In the pouring rain, the glass shards reflected lightning and lightning, faintly revealing a strange glow.

"What is this?"

I picked up the glass shards on the ground and found that the broken glass had been inexplicably glazed.

It is as beautiful as a diamond and has a special sparkle.

Huh, what is this?

A piece of paper the size of an ordinary bookmark, just floating in the water, swirling in the water.

Not knowing that nerve was wrong, I picked up the piece of paper.

The paper was soaked in water for a long time, and when I picked it up, it was not contaminated with any droplets.

On the bookmark-like piece of paper, there is a large line of letters.

"Welcome to the Scarlet Roundtable."

What's that? Game Nima Game, Lao Tzu is in a very unhappy mood now, who the is still joking with Lao Tzu today?

Before I could say anything, the rain suddenly disappeared.

The blinding light enveloped me, and I blinked several times before I got used to it.

"Welcome to the world of the Crimson Roundtable."

A low, hoarse voice rang out from all around, as if from the depths of hell.

I rubbed my sore eyes, and I couldn't help but be shocked by the scene in front of me.

In front of him was a table of pitch red, probably freshly painted, and the red lacquer on it was still flowing.

In addition to me, there were seven people sitting cross-legged.

Scarlet candles were lit on the table, one by each person's side, as if it were some kind of special ritual.

Surrounded by a stone wall covered with strange patterns, it is a completely enclosed secret room.

I looked at the others, and the others were all looking at each other.

We sat facing each other, letting the red paint on the table drift away, but we couldn't even say a word.

It's not that we don't want to say it, but we can't say it, as if there is some strange force that imprisons our ability to speak.

Sitting to my left was a short-haired girl, who looked at most seventeen or eighteen, with a pale face and big eyes with tears in them.

On the right is a yellow-haired man with a haughty expression.

"Welcome to the Scarlet Roundtable, the winner gets the points issued by the Roundtable, the defeat dies, the newcomer has three protections, you can avoid death, and of course you can't get points."

In the void, a gloomy voice came out, the voice was so cold that it could almost freeze a person into a popsicle.

A very simple sentence? Why are we here, what kind of game is it, and what is the point for? Nothing is explained.

Isn't that the same as saying nothing? Just a sentence of failure and death is over?

No, or did you say something useful, like about the weight of the newcomer's three protections, and there are only three chances?

"The rules of the game, among all of you here, there is a hidden werewolf, discuss it in turn, the discussion time is thirty seconds, one round is limited, you can't point out the location of the werewolf, one person dies randomly, when accusing others of being wolves, you need more than two people to agree, the one with the highest vote is eliminated, the random death is replaced by the designated death, when there are only two people left on the field, the human judgment fails, and everyone has to die."

"Werewolves imprison all abilities and are not allowed to use any items."

I couldn't help frowning, what kind of mess is this, death at every turn, real death and fake death?

"The game begins, and the first speaker is chosen at random."

The red paint in front of our eyes began to flow, forming numbers in front of us.

One to eight, a total of eight numbers, I got four.

It's not an auspicious number, it's three on the left and five on the right.

Is it discussed in order?

I looked around at the people around me, the short-haired girl was completely frightened and overwhelmed, and the yellow hair was also pale, and the previous pride disappeared without a trace.

The second little fat man, muttering in his mouth and not knowing what to say.

Number one was an aunt, who looked to be at least fifty years old, trembling all over.

Opposite the aunt is a man with his hands on his chest and a sneer on the corner of his mouth, and his number is eight.

Number Seven is a very beautiful young lady with a hint of panic on her face, but her eyes are looking around calmly.

Sometimes the two of us met and she nodded slightly to me.

Number Six is a bespectacled little guy in a suit and leather shoes, and he can't see his appearance clearly when he lowers his head.

"Then I chose to choose the one who spoke first."

The blood on the table pooled and turned into an eight-sided dice.

The void seemed to have an invisible hand and began to roll the dice.

Eight-sided dice tumble on the scarlet table, on which the numbers representing our numbers change rapidly.

To be honest, I was a little nervous because I was worried that I would be the first to speak, and usually in this type of game, the first person to speak would be attacked by everyone.

"Number Five, please discuss first."

Randomly chosen, yellow hair was selected.

"I, I'll say first, look for a wolf, werewolves must be different from us, I think, think No. 8, he gives me the feeling, I feel like a wolf, it's very different from our normal people, I said, it's over."

Huang Mao stammered, as for why he chose No. 8, he didn't say a reason for stammering for a long time.

"I, I don't know who it is, I'm definitely not a werewolf, please believe me, I'm just an ordinary office worker, working overtime until midnight, just picking up a bookmark on the side of the road, and being dragged here inexplicably, I don't want to die, I don't want to die......"

The little brother with glasses on the sixth actually cried bitterly, with a lot of snot and tears.

"I also think what No. 5 said is right, I studied psychology, from the beginning I observed everyone, from beginning to end I looked around, No. 8 is the most suspicious, why say No. 8, because everyone else is in panic and fear, only No. 8, always sneering, the other suspect is No. 2, from the beginning to the present, his mouth has not stopped, because the voice is imprisoned, you may not know what he said, I can be sure that he just said ......"

The young lady didn't finish her words, the time had come, and we couldn't hear her voice.

The voice has been imprisoned, how does the young lady know what the second said, is it a lip reading?