"Now it seems that if anyone wants to guide a group of people to ambush a target, the first thing that should be pointed out is: for a second, don't take your eyes off the target you're aiming at."

The man who said this was back on the dirt road, lifting one foot to shake off the sand that had stumbled into the soles of his shoes during the high-speed movement. Behind him, the woods had returned to calm and were as clean as ever.

He thinks he does it very environmentally friendly and doesn't leave any pollution in the area. After all, for all of them, he approached quickly, twisted his neck, and killed him with one blow, without even using a knife, and naturally there would be no blood stains that were difficult to clean.

The soliloquy after the big win, this is a handsome finishing move for some people. However, such a thing never happened to Matsumoto, and as he said these words, although the movement of his feet did not stop, his gaze kept moving forward, firmly fixed on the dirt road that stretched in front of him.

It was deep in a dense forest.

Judging from the distance and the light, he stood in a bright place, and it was impossible to see the person hiding behind the large shadow, even if he had just moved quickly from ambush point to ambush point, which served a little bit of reconnaissance of the environment, but he had never been to the vicinity. No matter how you look at it, he shouldn't be sure if there's a talent there.

In fact, it does.

Matsumoto's words at this time were just a simple temptation, but the meaning of conviction accounted for more than ninety percent. Those who engaged in ambushes behaved so stupidly that it was hard to imagine that they could spontaneously assemble on this inevitable path and use a formation sufficient to ambush the average host to deal with a preconceived strong enemy. Whether it is motive or ability, all are doubtful.

The only explanation that can be thought of is none other than that. Someone foresaw that someone would pass by next, so they managed to gather a group of unsuspecting guys on the island to form such an ambush circle. To achieve this step, in addition to the person's considerable planning talent, it is necessary to have a clear understanding of the level and movement of the host, the ability to move people's hearts, and the ability to organize the team in a short period of time.

Whoever can do this, Matsumoto is very interested.

If it were the gang just now, maybe they would still be unable to hold on after hearing his words. However, this is sometimes the difference between the strong and the weak, the former will judge the situation and make the right decision at the right time. So as soon as Matsumoto's words fell, there was a sound of branches and leaves rubbing against each other in the dense forest, and a figure seemed to open his hands and walked out of it. He walked from the darkness to the light, first in a pair of polished black leather shoes, then straight black trousers, and a waist with a gold belt buckle. He was wearing a white shirt and a black blazer, but the buttons of the suit were unbuttoned, and at this time, with the movement of his walk, it naturally swung to both sides, and it looked a little unruly from a distance.

Eventually, his face finally came into the range of sunlight, and Matsumoto saw it, but he just smiled.

It was a paper mask with a weeping face painted on it.

"I didn't think you'd come here to stir things up! It's been a long time, Lord Kamene. Matsumoto laughed. He is all too familiar with the person in front of him, "Masked Man" Fike, the eleventh host in the organization, for the time being...... The default status is indeed above him, the "trainee host", and calling him an adult is considered to be a full courtesy.

However, it was completely different from his arrogant attitude at this time, and the guy opposite looked a little cramped and uneasy when he walked out, and after hearing these words, he felt a little more at a loss. He hurriedly buttoned the two buttons in front of him, pretended to be welcome, and then put his hands on the outside of his thighs, bowed respectfully to Makoto Matsumoto, and said in a deep voice: "It's been a long time, my lord." ”

"I'm just a trainee host, why do you get such a title as an adult?"

"Don't joke, adults." Fike still kept his head down, "We don't know the reason behind this relegation. You'll always be the second moderator, and that won't change. ”

Matsumoto smiled.

"What a pity, Fick-sama. If you can double the strength, you may be able to seize this opportunity to make a gap in the 'top six' and become the new 'second place'. ”

These words fell into Fick's ears, and he could only smile bitterly. According to someone, he also said a similar sentence when he choked Cong'an before, and it can only be said that retribution is not too late.

However, Matsumoto didn't even look at Fike, who was still standing, but just raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the dense forest: "So now, can you ask your friend to come out and talk?" Or rather, 'friends'? ”

Fick behind the mask smiled bitterly. Sure enough, I can't hide it from him at all, second host. He reached behind him and made a gesture, and soon the sound of rustling sounded again in the dense forest. Unlike just now, this time the voice is significantly louder, and in addition to the difference in skill, the number of people is also a very important factor.

Two figures appeared in the gloom, and then quickly walked out. One is tall and thin, the other is short, and there is a big difference in body size alone. Makoto Matsumoto already had a general impression in his heart when he saw these two blurred shadows, and when they completely walked to the light, this impression was even more realized.

Although the tall and thin man who walked in front of him had lowered his head, the smell of arrogance in his bones was always lingering, and he looked like he wanted to show respect to Matsumoto Makoto, but at this time, his eyes were always straight into Matsumoto's eyes, and this unyielding attitude was enough to reveal the nature of this person.

The little man who walked behind was much more modest in comparison, he was half a step behind, walking behind the tall and thin man, his head also lowered, and his face kept facing the ground as if he did not dare to meet the gaze of others. After feeling Matsumoto's gaze, he finally raised his head slightly, took a quick look, and then lowered it.

Whoever sees both the master and the slave will immediately come to similar conclusions. If Xiang Nanxing was here, he would definitely recognize these two people who had almost pushed him to hell at a glance.

Thin and tall, Luo Baichuan like a poisonous snake.

and the assassin who is weak on the outside, but has a hidden blade, Xiao Leping.

At this time, the two of them were just like when Xiang Nanxing first saw them, and when he saw this scene, Matsumoto Makoto couldn't help but smile.

"So, this is the agent you chose to fight in the 'White Night Festival'?" Matsumoto Makoto smiled and said, "You even bring your own entourage, is this a violation?" ”

Fick's mask obscured his expression, but anyone looking from the side could notice a slight reddening of his ears, a sign of his growing nervousness. Although it was only an unfounded intuition, the host's characteristic sense of crisis told him that Matsumoto suddenly mentioned the rules at this time, as if he meant something else.

"I naturally know the rules of the White Night Festival." He said in a deep voice, "But the rules only limit the maximum number of agents that a host can correspond to during the participation period, but there is no restriction on whether the agent can have companions before and after participation." Three days later, the White Nights Festival will begin, and even if I act with dozens of players, I can just choose one agent on the day. ”

"That's right, the law doesn't prohibit ......it," Matsumoto looked at the two players with a deep sense of sincerity, his gaze swept up and down over the two of them repeatedly, "It's just that I just noticed one thing suddenly. This island houses people who have saved up enough chips to get out of prison early. But these two people you brought with you...... Not all of them are legal to go to the island. ”

How to see it! - Fick, who is always calm, almost blurted out, but fortunately stopped at the last minute. Compared with his surprise, the two people next to him seemed much calmer, Xiao Leping still lowered his head and couldn't see his emotions, while Luo Baichuan raised his eyebrows, as if he was surprised by this statement.

But in fact, one of these two people did "illegally go to the island", as Matsumoto said. However, Fick thinks that this time the method is handled cleanly, and the important thing is that even the two players themselves, due to the lack of information, they themselves do not know that there is still a cat here, so it is impossible to show any flaws in the appearance. As for Fick himself, he is blocked by a mask, and he doesn't have to worry about any flaws being exposed.

However, as far as he knows, Matsumoto has never been the type who likes to throw false information to spy on others, and since he said it, it means that he really sees some clues nine times out of ten.

So what's the problem!

Come to think of it, there is only one possibility.

Fick pretended to be casual and asked, "If I didn't go to the island legally, then how did I do it?" The review all the way is independent, and if the chips are not enough to deduct the sentence, you can't get out of prison, which is impossible for me, the host, to interfere with...... You don't suspect that the rules made by the boss are flawed, do you? ”

Matsumoto shrugged, noncommittal. There are smart people on both sides, and Fike's words did not directly deny his accusations, indicating that he already knew that it was useless to deny it, so it was better to skip this step and directly test where he had exposed his flaws. Since Matsumoto Makoto knew this, he simply remained silent in the face of Fick's temptation of "whether there are loopholes in the rules", neither admitting nor denying it.

But this is actually a disguised admission, because the average moderator would claim that the rules made by the chief are tight—after all, they were all reviewed by the moderator at the time. So just this back and forth of conversation and reaction, in a sentence, they quickly gained common knowledge. Matsumoto knew from this that Fike was indeed just as he thought, taking advantage of the subtle difference in timing in the chip counting process, to cram into a very fast game, so that two players with different sentences in the same area used one share of chips and went to the island from prison.

And Fike also knew at this moment that Makoto Matsumoto had indeed thought about the same thing as he did, and that he might even have done the same thing as himself. After all, this loophole is theoretically non-existent, and only the guy with the intention of cheating can notice it by the most accidental circumstances. Only one can explain why Matsumoto Makoto immediately suspected the problem of illegal landing on the island the moment he saw Luo Baichuan - the latter performed the "Three Kingdoms Game" the day before the landing day, and since Matsumoto is a careful host, he may have even seen the video of the game.

It's just that if he had ever thought about smuggling people to the island, what did he want?

"Puppeteer" and "Masked Man", two masters of the same type among the hosts, guess each other's thoughts at the same time. However, this kind of psychological confrontation only lasted for a short moment, and in the next second, Matsumoto Makoto's hand that was originally inserted in the other trouser pocket suddenly stretched out slowly, and the fingertips were still holding a small flying knife.

"Leave aside the question of technique. But on that point, I can assume that you are acquiescing, right? He smiled and said, "Come on, it's time to choose one or the other." ”

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