The picture shifts at the same time, and the chief is tied to a safe more than one person high, looking terrified, screaming, and struggling desperately, looking so helpless.

"Your performance is really good, that's fair, then, these three," the forensic doctor smiled mischievously at the chief, patted the wheering chief on the shoulder, pointed to the beer, bread, and beef on the table in front of the chief (the same three that had been placed next to the fire earlier), and said to the chief, "after we have discussed it, you can choose any one, come and choose, you're welcome!" ”

"Why did you tie me up?" The chief looked at the crowd angrily and asked the medical examiner, "What? Isn't it all mine? Why is it optional now? Lei Yan is not here, do you want to go to heaven? ”

"You didn't say anything bad about Lei Yan just now," Eric the black guy standing next to him crossed his arms and smiled at the chief, "so you don't want to bite us back." ”

"Yes, you laughed at Lei Yan's most important detective plan, Lei Yan can't spare you," the chubby black Sherlock Holmes winked at the dry-eyed chieftain, walked up to Eric, and smiled, "If you are not a detective, you can definitely know, because this place is full of witnesses." ”

"Wait, didn't we have a rule in place? This isn't the first time I've played the 'Game of Death'," the chief struggled twice in vain, angrily arguing to Eric and Sherlock Holmes, "You must rush in, you must be realistic, what has been said in the game, no one can find a post-account, this is Lei Yanding, you all agreed?" The chief swallowed anxiously and continued, "My performance tonight can be considered superb, according to the judging criteria, all three things should be mine, you are all scared by me, all three things are mine, why is it the same now?" I protest! ”

"How do you say that there is an idiom in the country of porcelain? It's too late," "Skeleton" smiled and looked at his sister Meiwen beside him, and said to the chief, "We have discussed, your performance is a bit excessive, ah, how can you say it professionally," "Skeleton" raised his eyes and recalled, and said with a smile, "The edges are too violent, the performance traces are very heavy, and the preaching is also very hard and fake, and the clear-eyed person has long known that you are acting." ”

"I wasn't scared at all," Mei Wen glanced at his brother, smiled at the chief, and said, "It was all about cooperating with you, how about it, didn't you see it?" ”

"What? You are talking nonsense," said the chief aloud to Mervin, "you were obviously stunned, and everyone can see this!" ”

"She loved acting when she was in high school," Skeleton explained to her sister with a smile, "You were tricked by Mei Wen, and all the people who thought she fainted were tricked by her." ”

"We're all coaxing you to play, this is called friendship, this is called the spirit of the game," the black-eyed old man Davy looked at the crowd and said to the chief with a smile, "If you can't see this, then we'll all be in vain," David and the "fart spirit" came to high-five, watching the angry chief struggle twice, so he joked with him, "Don't struggle so hard, haha, if you accidentally break your scalp, your body will chirp!" 'The ground jumps out of the skin, and your skin will also appear a lot of folds, becoming a hairy pile of skin, haha! ”

"Then, I'll choose beef," the chief saw that he couldn't tell them with one mouth, and he was afraid that they would change their minds after a while, so he endured his anger and decided to wait for Lei Yan to come back and settle the account with them, raised his eyes to look at the forensic doctor, and said with a stiff face, "I choose beef." ”

"Alas!" The chief shouted.

"Looks like you really like beef," Hale, the former special forces soldier, slapped the chief on the back of the head, and the chief screamed in pain, Hale laughed, "This piece may not be yellow beef, do you still want it?" Seeing that the chief was glaring at him with wide eyes, Hale immediately took the chief's hunting knife and shook it twice in front of the chief's eyes, and continued, "Your story is well written, of course Jim cooperates even better," Hale raised his chin at the "fart spirit", and the "fart spirit" responded, Hale pointed the knife at the chief's nose and emphasized, "But don't forget that I am a 'seal', and I am an 'arctic fox', and I will never move until the task assigned by my superiors is completed, so the kind of situation you made up will never happen." ”

"Shall I not just tell me," said the chief, looking at Hale's stout arms, and thinking that he was now tied again, lowering his voice with an explanation, "to remind everyone. ”

"Hmph, you're really going to say, aren't you going to give Barack the task now?" Out of the darkness came a big girl in a military uniform, with brown hair and a ponytail, between her eyebrows, heroic, carrying a big kettle in her hand, and the whole person looked very capable.

"Ah, that's because he's also a special forces, he's in the same insurance as me, and we're in a group," Hale didn't expect someone to lift his bottom, and hurriedly turned around and explained to the brown-haired girl, "Alright, Elizabeth, there must be eight people, and if I don't come to this shitty game, your brother Barack will come," Hale glanced at the chieftain and walked over to the girl named Elizabeth, and said, "This game is terrible, would you like to come?" ”

"Of course, the villain has failed, and there is something to eat," said Elizabeth, looking at the crowd and spreading her hands with Hale, "and that is the last bit of food, and who wouldn't want to eat?" ”

"Oh, that's food, don't be funny," Hale said as he walked over to Elizabeth and slapped the air with his hand, indicating that he had no interest in eating, "that thing isn't enough for me to stuff my teeth, it won't quench hunger, it will only cultivate hunger," Hale explained with a gesture of his hands, "makes you hungrier, you know?" ”

"Hmph, you'd better hurry, Barack might have to go to the bathroom," Elizabeth rolled her eyes, indicating that she wasn't in the mood to listen to Hale's nonsense, and turned into the darkness with the kettle.

"Women are really troublesome," Hale said as he saw that everyone was smiling and looking at him silently, and hurriedly pointed to Elizabeth's back with his thumb to save face for himself.

"Alas!" The chief shouted.

"I'll tell you, you made a big mistake in choosing beef," "Butt Spirit" jumped up and gave the Chief a slap on the back of the head, and the Chief screamed, and Jim pointed to the Chief's nose and said, "Besides, my nickname is Fart, ah no, my nickname is 'Razor', do you understand?" ”

"I'm the chief, how dare you do this to me, little brat?" The Chief struggled twice, angrily protesting to Jim.

"Alas!" The chief shouted again.

"It's still acting, it's your turn to play the victim, you know?" When the "fart spirit" heard that the chief was not honest, he jumped up and gave the chief a blow to the back of the head, the chief screamed, and the "fart spirit" hooked his fist and encouraged the chief, "The victim is to be angry, you, you must be professional!" ”

"So why am I choosing the wrong beef? What's the problem," the chief's lungs were about to explode, and he took two breaths and changed the subject.

"The beef has been in a plastic bag, but I don't know how many days it has been placed," said to the chief, "I guess it has already gone bad and tasted, and if it were me, I would have chosen beer!" ”

"Choosing a beer? Why not choose bread," the chief asked, swallowing his saliva.

"The bread is too hard, and like beef, it has been left out for too long," the "fart spirit" looked at the crowd, spread his hands with the chief, and explained, "This is our last bit of food, and if you want to leave it for as long as you want, I'm afraid there will be a problem of spoilage and flavor expiration." ”

"Then the beer doesn't expire?" The chief noted, "Very few of the drinks we drink do not expire. ”

"But this bottle is different," "Fart" pointed to the beer, and assured the chief, "I've seen it, it's not produced before the incident, it's produced by some large human community," "Fart" approached the beer, flicked it on the bottle, and continued, "It's blended, but it's definitely new, and it definitely doesn't expire." ”

"Then, can it be changed?" The chief wept and hesitated for a long time, then looked up and asked the forensic doctor.

"Of course you can, but only this is the chance," the forensic doctor glanced at the "fart spirit", raised a finger, winked at the chief, and smiled mischievously, "You can't change your choice!" ”

"Just choose a beer," the chief said, nodding.

"You can let him go now, right?" The Indian woman, who had been sitting in the corner, saw that the chief had chosen food, and hurriedly got up and asked the crowd.

She was the chief's haired wife named Leslie.

"Of course, of course," Hearing this, Private Hale hurriedly glanced at the crowd, looking disdainful, and hurried up to untie the rope on the chief's body, while counting the crowd, "The last question is also solved, why don't you let people go?" When Hale saw that the "skeleton" came to help untie the rope, he pretended to be dissatisfied with the "skeleton" and said, "I have long said that there is no need to tie up, what are you tied?" Hmph, you don't listen," Hale said with the untied rope, looking at the chieftain who was moving his arms, and laughing, "everything is so realistic! You okay? ”