"The game is randomly generated ......"

"Game Generated Success: Killing Game. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Number of people: 8 people."

"Chat: Allowed."

"4 civilians, 2 policemen, 2 killers."

"Last word: infinite."

"Identity Extraction ......"

In the space where he couldn't see his fingers, Dabao saw a card the size of a door in front of him with bursts of light standing up in front of him, flipping at high speed. Each time it appears, a pattern changes to the front, and three different patterns can be faintly seen, which are a hat, a dagger, and the upper body of a black figure.

"Identity Extraction Successful: Civilians."

After more than ten seconds, the card that flipped at high speed slowly stopped, and the front of the card that kept changing was finally fixed on the top of the pattern, the upper body of a black figure. It turns out that this pattern represents that he is a civilian, so the hat and dagger before, needless to say, the dagger must represent the killer, and the hat represents the police. After all, Dabao has been exposed to this kind of game, and he has a certain understanding of it, so it is easy to judge the identity of the other two patterns.

After Dabao confirmed this card, he only heard a "ding" sound in his ears, and the card that was the size of a bedroom door turned into a card the size of a playing card, with a dazzling white glow, and it disappeared into Dabao's chest at once.

When the card disappeared into Dabao's chest, the darkness swallowed Dabao again, as if falling into the dark abyss again, and the Kumar voice sounded in his ears again.

"Please confirm your identity, please confirm your identity, if you remember incorrectly, it may cause you unnecessary trouble in the game!"

Isn't he just a civilian, brother, remember. Dabao was unhappy for a while, it seemed that this guy regarded himself as an amnesiac young man, although his brother masturbated a lot, but his body was very good, and his memory was not bad. Brother knows that those who masturbate too much have more or less four disadvantages. One is memory loss, the third is illiterate, and the fourth is memory loss.

As if he understood Dabao's inner cry, the Kuma voice began to say again: "Now that the player is ready to start the game, let me first introduce you to the rules outside the game. ”

"First, it is forbidden to directly or indirectly reveal each other's identities outside the game and in reality, and violators will be treated as abstention and death."

"Second, players should go to sleep half an hour before dawn every day, and violators will be treated as abstentions."

"Do you understand the above two points and the rules outside the game?"

Damn, Kumar's voice, who has no emotional fluctuations, isn't it just a dream, and there is such a strange rule. Forget it, brother is the kind of man who enjoys every dream, maybe he will be able to see his brother's spring as soon as the scene changes. The glasses lady in the train tonight has already sat in a mud stick sailor suit, licked the ice cream, and obediently sat on the bed waiting for her brother.

"Okay, okay, brother knows, it's verbose."

"Okay, now that you understand the rules outside the game, let's introduce you to the rules of the game and the victory conditions when the game is about to start."

It seemed that Dabao's emotions were heard from the voice, and he felt that Dabao was a little annoying, and Kuma's voice began to introduce the rules of the game.

"Civilian Victory Condition: Catch All the Killers."

"Civilian defeat conditions: killed by a hitman or voted out."

"The rules of the game: every night the killer will come out to kill, and the police will also come out to check the killer that night, and the civilians need the help of the police to defeat the killer, if the police are dead, then the civilians should rely on their own strength to solve the killer and win. On the second day, players will have the right to vote for players they feel suspicious of, and each player will have one voice and one vote, so please play their own role in the debate and voting on the second day. The player with the most votes will be eliminated and will be equated as a loser. If there are multiple votes of the same number at the same time, the player with the same number of votes loses the right to vote and enters the next round of debate, and the remaining players vote for a new round of votes, and the player with the most votes is eliminated. ”

After Kumar finished speaking, these sentences directly turned into rows of words with a faint white light arranged in front of Dabao. The left piece is lined up with the rules outside the game, two, Dabao remembers it quite clearly. The right piece is lined up with the setting of "Killing Game", the number of people, identity, rules and rules of the game. In the middle is the gameplay that Kumar just mentioned. At the bottom of the three areas is a red circle suspended in the air, which looks like it should be a confirmation button, after all, it is his own dream, and Dabao understands the structure of things in the dream quite thoroughly.

In short, Dabao quickly scanned the settings on the far right, and secretly recorded his various settings in his heart. "Chat: Allowed", it seems that this rule is quite interesting, when Dabao and his friends play this game, they all stipulate that they are not allowed to chat outside of speaking, but everyone will more or less chat a few words.

After confirming everything, Dabao gently stretched out his hands from the darkness and pressed them on the glowing red circle. Immediately, an irregular polygonal eight-sided dice glowing blue like the size of a roadside garbage bin fell from the sky, flipping, flipping, and finally stopping. A piece of dice engraved with "7" on one side was aimed at Dabao, and the dice were suspended motionless in front of Dabao.

Dabao had the courage to gently reach out and touch the dice, and slightly clicked on the dice with "7". The moment it clicked, it was like a spot on a pool of calm water, with bursts of blue ripples. In the next second, "7" directly detached from the dice surface and pulled out light blue light particles, like glowing blue fireflies, suspended in the air. When Dabao was immersed in this beautiful painting, in the blink of an eye, "7" dragged the light particles into Dabao's eyebrows.

At this moment, Kuma's voice came again: "Please remember your number, it's 7, and then "Killing Game" will officially begin." ”

Kumar's voice disappeared again, and Dabao came back to his senses, and at this time, a light source seemed to appear directly above his head. The dazzling light gradually enlarged the light source, illuminating the front of Dabao. In the darkness, a large round table appeared where the light shone brightly, and a total of 8 chairs surrounded it. When the light was fixed and no longer expanded, Dabao only felt his body sink, as if he was forcibly pulled by some force, and Dabao was pulled to a chair at the round table in a breath.

There were also 7 people who suffered the same as Dabao, each with a big red number floating above their heads, constantly rotating slowly. Dabao looked around, starting from No. 1, counting to his left hand side, there were a total of 8 people, probably the 8 players stipulated in the killing game. Aside from the number on the top of the head, nothing else that represents the identity of the game appears on everyone's side.

Only then did Dabao see the person sitting at the round table, and below the number 1 was a young man with black-rimmed glasses, sloppy long hair, freckles on his face, and fair skin. At first glance, he is an otaku who stays at home every day and has nothing to do. At this time, he was looking around excitedly, and his eyes looked a little obscene.

To the left of No. 1 is No. 2, a big fat man. It seems that the seat is a little small for him, this guy has 240 pounds anyway, Made, it feels like there are all kinds of people in this dream. Dabao watched the big fat man keep twisting his body, and prayed to him silently in his heart, hoping that this guy would sit comfortably.

Directly opposite Dabao is No. 3, and Dabao takes a look. Hey, isn't this the glasses lady in the train? It's in the same neighborhood as my brother.。 Sure enough, as soon as the scene changed, my brother's spring came, no, no, hold on. I saw that the glasses lady also looked at her, her head tilted slightly, and smiled naughtily at Dabao. Ouch, goblin, I'm obsessed with a brother.

On the left hand side of the glasses lady is an eldest sister, about 40 years old, who looks ordinary, and seems to be not very comfortable with the picture in front of her, and the whole person is trembling, for fear of causing something. Da Bao said in his heart: "Eldest sister, this is my brother's dream, what are you doing trembling, my brother wants to eat you or not, he must eat the little goblin opposite." ”

Looking at the left hand side of the eldest sister, I saw Dabao startled, "Huh? It's Brother Qiang, and he also appeared in his brother's dream? Do you want to take the rhythm of your brother's flight? "Dabao and Brother Qiang have also played many killing games, Brother Qiang is the "high player" in their group of friends, and often leads everyone to soar in the sky, so the first kill of the killer is generally him, if he doesn't die on the first night, it will be a killer without accident.

Brother Qiang also looked at Dabao, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, but Xuan was naturally replaced. Sitting on the left hand side of Brother Qiang is an OL, dressed in gray-black professional clothes and a pair of black-framed glasses, in addition to perfectly outlining the figure, it also makes the whole person look more capable. How to say it, an inexplicable attraction tempts Dabao, this is the charm of OL.

The last No. 8 was a child, just like a junior high school student, lying on the table with an excited face, holding his cheeks with both hands, looking at the brothers, sisters, uncles and aunts present.

When everyone was almost confirmed, Dabao's ears sounded Kuma's voice again: "Please close your eyes when it is dark......"

I saw that the light source that illuminated the entire round table slowly shrank, and Dabao suddenly felt a little weak all over his body, and the feeling of sleepiness suddenly rose, and his eyelids slowly closed.

When Dabao opened his eyes again, he was greeted by the familiar ceiling, the noise of the traffic outside the window had already sounded, and the sunlight had already poured into the bedroom through the window.

"Uh, it's dawn, huh? Alas, what about the spring in my dreams, brother's glasses girl, brother is ready to fight three hundred rounds with you in front of so many people at that round table. Alas, it's a pity, it's a pity. Okay, wake up and get up and go to work. ”