The gun shoots the first bird

Wang thought that he could be a hero this time, but he thought of being made a fool by these numb people. His original intention was actually to boost the fighting spirit of the passengers, and in the face of desperate danger, the most taboo is to wait for death without fighting spirit.

Wang Cheng had actually been hiding in the last of the cabin and thinking for a long, long time, and he thought about a lot of things before he stood up. He thought of his parents in Shandong, his colleagues and friends in H City, and the Greenland Tiancheng he was about to face.

All of this is his concern, whether it is good or bad, at least it proves the value of his existence, as a hot-blooded man with blood and people, he really can't do this kind of thing.

Wang Wei planned to spend it like this, but in the end, he was moved by Yang Wenhui, a bloody teenager, who was so full of righteousness as a teenager less than twenty years old.

Dare to challenge falsehood and tear through the mask of the enemy's lies, the truth is often not in the hands of most people, and Yang Wenhui should be most unaccustomed to these bullying people during his lifetime.

Because of one of his good deeds, which led to his death, although Wang Cheng felt a little worthless, it was more of the anger burning in his chest!

Unity is strength, and from the period of the Anti-Japanese War, Wang Cheng firmly believes that the potential of people is unlimited, let alone the potential of more than 20 people.

But the truth is like a temperamental girlfriend, who gave him a slap very decisively. Wang Cheng's idea failed, and he was completely defeated. Defeated to the point of decentness, he didn't expect these people to be so numb.

"Hahahaha!"

Wang Cheng suddenly burst out laughing, staggered up from his seat, and then ran down the aisle like crazy.

Wang Cheng didn't know what he was doing, but he felt that he didn't need to do it, because the anger and remorse in his chest were really hard to quench, and he could no longer suppress the power of the desolation in his body.

These people would rather sit and wait for death than give it a go. It's so sad that Wang Cheng thought that he could become a legend, so he thought that he would end up like this.

All the passengers had gloomy faces, and their indifferent eyes calmly looked at Wang Cheng, who was like ants on a hot pot, not only did they not have the slightest sympathy, but also faintly gloated in their hearts.

Fortunately, he didn't take the initiative to stand up and be the one who took the lead, otherwise he would definitely die without a place to be buried. The participants in the death game hid in the shadows, secretly rejoicing, but they were the ones who were really stupid......

"Brush"

The lights went out again......

This time, the ghost didn't kill anyone, it just silently handed Wang Cheng something, whispered a few words in his ear and disappeared.

The ghost seems to have played a joke on everyone, and it didn't even kill anyone! This is not in line with common sense, does it mean that ghosts don't kill people?

This question bothered the passengers except Wang Cheng, who did not know the conversation between the ghost and Wang Cheng, and if they knew, they would definitely regret their previous decision.

After the lights went out, Wang Chengcheng stood alone in the corner like an autistic, silently waiting for death to come, he had given up hope for life, from the time when he was willing to stand up and lead everyone.

He was already determined to die, but he didn't expect the truth to be so cruel, Wang Cheng never dreamed that things would become like this, and his fate would be so unbearable.

Since you are unkind, then don't blame me for being unjust!

Wang Cheng's ears suddenly sounded the whisper of the ghost, and the ghost handed him a sharp dagger in the dark, and said to Wang Cheng in a guaranteed tone: "As long as you kill them all, I will let you go." ”

"Really?"

"Well, I promise."

After the ghost left these words, there was no sound, as if he had sneaked back into the crowd again, leaving Wang Cheng alone to stand in place.

At a loss, the dagger in his hand shone with a faint cold light in the darkness, and the smooth mirror-like blade was imprinted on the user's face all the time.

At this time, Wang Cheng's heart was extremely entangled, and it was definitely unrealistic to kill the entire cabin with his own strength.

Besides, he can't do it, if he really becomes a butcher who kills people without blinking, then what is the difference between him and the ghost in this death game?

In the end, didn't he still live the most hated look back then!

"Maybe, I was really wrong......"

Wang Cheng stood next to his seat stunned, he lowered his head and looked down and whispered, "Let's start!"

With that, the lights came on.

The ghost didn't come out to kill, everyone was surprised, they were surprised why the ghost didn't kill people, what did Wang Cheng not die, and why was he, as the one who tried to destroy the game, still alive?

"You can't be a ghost pretending, why didn't the ghost kill you?" One person in the crowd finally couldn't hold back the dissatisfaction in his heart, and he directly crossed his waist and asked Wang Cheng.

After Wang Cheng heard this, his pupils dilated several times slightly, he never thought that these people would be so ruthless, he originally wanted to keep a hand, he couldn't listen to the words of the ghost.

If he listens, he will become an accomplice of the ghost, and behave like a ghost. What if he survives in the future and is picked up by others, although this is a little far away, but it is not impossible to happen.

"yes, why is this guy okay! Talking so arrogantly......"

"That's it, his identity has been exposed, and he has not been killed yet!"

"I think so too, you said that we are now controlling him as a ghost, will he be killed!"

…………

The cabin was a mess again, as if they were participating in a debate, their voices were fierce and noisy, and some even blushed over their own statements.

Wang Cheng looked at these people with sympathy in his eyes, these people are so pathetic, they have been pushed to the edge of the cliff but are still studying why the flowers are so red.

Is it really not a coffin without tears, Wang Chengyi gritted his teeth, and his dagger was pulled out of his sleeve, and the dagger with temperature was like the anger awakened in his heart.

If the soft one doesn't work, then the hard one can only come.

"From now on, I'll bring the ghost mask!"