[It's dark, please close your eyes, players please go back to their rooms, no one is allowed to move]

God has issued a new directive.

Time passed quickly, and Nan Qiao was still the first to leave, and no one noticed.

The night of each game is counted as free time, giving players a rest.

Hua Han stood at the window waiting for the little girl, the progress of each game was the same, he didn't understand why Ah Xiao chose to kill No. 2 last night.

Obviously, No. 1 is the best choice.

"Flowey." Rushed into Hua Han's arms, this time Nan Qiao's movements were much faster, and her body was more flexible than a few days ago.

But the woman's heart and blood would not last a few days, and the blood in her veins would still cool and become as stiff as before.

There was some warmth on her body, Hua Han hugged her, a little in love, he hadn't seen Ah Xiao all day, he was going crazy thinking about her.

Smelling the cold fragrance coming from her body, she put the person on the sofa, Hua Han squinted her eyes, and her thin skinny arms held her little face, "Ah Xiao, do you miss me?" ”

nodded very sincerely, she would not lie to Huahua, and she really missed him, Nan Qiao's personality was still like a twelve-year-old child, thinking of what is what.

A little more ruthless than a real child, her hands are covered with blood, but her temperament is very simple, she doesn't understand that killing is evil.

All she knew was that it was an order, and she needed to obey it.

Now all the players are resting in their rooms, and it's already ten o'clock in the evening, and there are still two hours, twelve o'clock, knocking on the door and killing people on time.

Nan Joe's target tonight was No. 1, and everyone voted for him.

The black cloak was so long that it dragged to the ground, even covering the small and delicate black embroidered shoes on her feet, her long hair was scattered behind her back, and her hood was removed by Hua Han, revealing her pale face.

Her face was pale, like snow, and she looked very infiltrating, and she was holding a rag doll in her arms, sitting on the sofa, motionless, like a delicate puppet doll that couldn't speak, weird and terrifying.

This look, I'm afraid that no one will think it looks good except Hua Han, and even Nan Qiao himself dislikes himself.

Snow-white arms folded in front of the lower abdomen, sitting in a very dignified posture, at first glance, it is cultivated, Nan Qiao's eyes are empty, as if he has no soul, but the people who come to participate in the game are all humans.

Nor would anyone speculate that she was not a normal human being.