It wasn't until they walked out of Oranta's room that the two finally asked.

"What's the matter with your last two questions?"

"It's just a flash of inspiration, and it doesn't matter."

Faced with such an answer, Wen and Lin did not continue to ask.

Back in his room, Shi Yuan began to sort out the information he had just gotten.

He always felt as if he had thought of something, but it was extremely ethereal and indescribable.

yes, why did I end up asking if Oranta is a boy?

He laughed dumbly.

He stood up, walked over to the bookshelf, and pulled out a random one.

It's "Journey to the West".

Four famous books. Orchid.

Is there any connection?

Under the dim light, Shi Yuan felt a little dizzy.

Also, it's the second half of the night, so it's better to sleep.

In a daze, Shi Yuan fell asleep.

I didn't expect this sleep, so I slept directly to the next zero o'clock.

The strange voice when explaining the rules sounded from nowhere, as if it was close to him, the voice was very loud, and this sudden sound made Shi Yuan tremble, and his heart beat violently.

"Task performers, the zero-point voting is about to begin, please go to the conference room. Those who do not arrive at the meeting room at midnight will be transported to the meeting room. ”

Shi Yuan was shocked for a moment, and turned his head to look around.

The room is still the same as before, nothing has changed.

He stood up, casually washed his face, and headed for the conference room.

He observed the crowd and saw that some were calm, some were trembling, some had unkempt hair, and some were blind.

Perhaps, some of them have not slept all the time.

Voting is about to begin. This is the first vote, and Shi Yuan doesn't think everyone can choose right.

Not to mention others, even himself, he has no clue now.

He was still thinking about the books on the shelves, and one classic work flashed through his mind.

It's not that there are no other books on the shelves, but classics do make up the majority, so there should be some kind of clue.

Twelve people sat down one after another, looking at each other as if they had never seen each other before.

Shi Yuan knew that other people were like him, and they didn't judge the identity of the ghost.

Twelve people, at most ten days, it will definitely not be so easy to determine who is a ghost.

In other words, soon, one person will die.

"Zero-point voting, start now."

The eerie voice said as the TV screen lit up, showing the pictures and names of the twelve men.

Shi Yuan looked at Oranta again, and saw that her expression was calm and her eyes were not squinting, and he couldn't help but be a little puzzled.

Did she really think it was all a dream? Is there such a long and real dream?

The voice continued, "Voters, each of you has a piece of paper and a pen in front of you, and you have one minute to make a decision and write down the name of the person you think is a ghost. You cannot share your name with anyone in any way, including during the vote and throughout the subsequent mission. Once you're done, fold the paper and place it on the table in front of you. Below, one minute, the timer begins. ”

Shi Yuan couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

How did you sleep for nearly twenty-four hours in this night's sleep? Am I being careless, or is there something wrong with the Xenomorph hotel itself?

His gaze suddenly swept over Fang Yisheng.

Recall that the rules say that there is only one ghost here. But if Fang Yisheng was suddenly transferred to the dark world, wouldn't this place become two ghosts?

However, since this is a different hotel, that kind of conversion may be suppressed.

Shi Yuan saw that there was deep uneasiness in Fang Yisheng's eyes.

He quickly withdrew his gaze, picked up his pen, and began to write his name.

Let's start with the one who is the most suspicious and seems to be the most relevant to the clue.

Shi Yuan thought so and wrote down a name.

Fold the paper and put it away, Shi Yuan's heart beat so hard that he felt a little uncomfortable.

No special abilities can be used.

Once you die, you really die.

The minute passed so quickly that it was a blink of an eye.

But, oddly enough, the last few seconds were outrageously slow.

Out of nowhere, the click of a clock was heard, and an invisible hand was moving.

Click.

Click.

Click.

Shi Yuan suddenly felt that he couldn't hear anything in the conference room, and only a huge wall clock was running in his head.

The sound of the wall clock hands, with an echo, shook his brain.

"It's time."

That voice pulled Shi Yuan back to reality.

Is anyone going to die?

That person, could it be me?

Shi Yuan's palms were sweating a lot, and his breathing was also a little disordered.

"Alright, your votes have been counted. Unfortunately, you didn't get it all right. Below, one of the voters who wrote the wrong name will die. ”

Shi Yuan noticed that Yang Qin showed a disdainful smile.

She must have felt that this was her competitor's trick.

However, in the next instant, almost everyone's eyes widened.

There was a bang.

Someone's body exploded, like a watermelon stuffed with firecrackers, and red material splattered in all directions.

The man didn't even scream, and lost his life in an instant.

After the explosion, there was a dead silence in the conference room.

But, just three seconds later, a woman spoke.

"Yo, it's kind of like that."

The woman's tone seemed to be indifferent, but Shi Yuan could hear it, and the voice trembled a little.

And it was this woman who, as soon as she said that, let out a hysterical scream.

Her face was still stained with the man's body and blood.

The screams were transmitted to others in an instant, like a contagious disease. Suddenly, the screams in the conference room were about to puncture Shi Yuan's eardrums.

Even the two men, Zhou Bofeng and Yu Wensi, screamed.

This isn't some dangerous horror movie, it's real horror, a death game that can really take people's lives!

In the face of the threat of death, face is not important at all.

Lin Yaqing hugged Wen Yuzhe tightly, buried her face in his chest, and didn't dare to look at the broken corpses all over the ground and the blood splashed on the floor and walls.

Yang Qin still didn't scream, but her face was as white as paper, and there was no blood at all.

"It's ...... Really......" her eyes widened and she muttered to herself, "He's really dead...... He ......"

Shi Yuan's gaze suddenly fixed on the paper on the table in front of the dead man.

He lunged at it, trying to unfold it to see the name on it.

After all, the rules just stated that it is not allowed to tell others in any way what you have written, but it does not say that you cannot read the names written by others.

The fact that this person is dead means that the name he wrote can be excluded.

Although it is not possible to get the right answer directly, it is undoubtedly one step closer to the final victory.

However, just as Shi Yuan's hand was about to touch the paper......