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The man said word by word, and his voice was low and cold, as if he had come from hell.

Killing games?

They rob, they are not in a hurry to move quickly and get out, they are actually in the mood to play a killing game here? Although at this moment the roller shutter door at the gate has been lowered, isolating the outside world. At that time, the sound of gunshots and sirens from the bank had already alarmed people outside, and someone would soon call the police, and the police would arrive immediately.

And these people ......

Thinking of this, Schumann couldn't help but raise his head, but he didn't want the man to be looking at her, and in an instant, his eyes touched, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked.

It is undeniable that the man is very handsome and handsome, and his smile looks extremely sexy, but at this time, he gives people the impression that he is only bloodthirsty and cruel.

The man looked at Schumann, and for a moment, slowly raised the submachine rifle in his hand:

"You!"

No one looked up, only her, looking at the cold, pitch-black muzzle of the gun aimed at him, Schumann had no expression on his face. Only a pair of sharp eyes, cold and calm.

She was on crutches, slowly stood up, and jumped in front of the man with difficulty, step by step.

The man looked at Schumann for a long time, but did not speak, then withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at the people who were squatting on the ground. He stood there, like a grim reaper, picking the next man among the hostages.

Schumann pursed his lips and didn't speak, but he was involuntarily calculating in his heart.

Obviously, this is an organized, premeditated case. But there are a large number of robbers, compared with ordinary robberies, there are so many of them, when they come to divide the limited cash in the bank, are they not afraid of uneven distribution of the spoils, or because they do not meet the expected value and cause an explosion?

Unless, there are two possibilities.

Or, the man at the head is strong enough for these people to willingly work for it. Or, it's this man, and he doesn't even intend to let go of the people who follow him!

Also, since they are robbers, why don't they act quickly and get out quickly? Instead, you play a killing game here? The police will arrive soon, aren't they afraid?

Thinking about it, Schumann seemed to sense a burning gaze, staring firmly at himself. Suddenly, Schumann involuntarily turned his head sideways, and then met a pair of deep, pitch-black, obsidian-like eyes.

Jiang Yan looked at Schumann without shying away from that, his expression was calm and his face was pale as if there were no vicious robbers around. And although he did not speak, his eyes seemed to be silently telling Schumann:

"Don't be afraid, there's me!"

Schumann's heart inexplicably settled down at this moment.

Oh, yes!

There is him!

Jiang Yan is so smart, there will definitely be a way. If these robbers don't leave, his colleagues will soon come and will definitely send these people to prison with their own hands.

Everything happens in an instant. The man's gun was quickly aimed at the nearest boy, wearing glasses and looking like a college student:

"You!"

The boy raised his head in disbelief, stretched his eyes wide, and shook his body in fear:

"Nope! No! Don't pick me! I don't want to die! ”

The male college student screamed, but soon two masked men came next to him and grabbed him, completely ignoring his wishes, and forced him to drag him to the man in front of him.

The man was extremely indifferent and indifferent to the male college student's request, and then quickly selected ten others. It's just that what everyone didn't expect was that the man finally chose a little girl who looked like she was only seven or eight years old.

The little girl was ignorant, and although she was afraid, she probably couldn't guess that the throat of her fate had been strangled in the hands of another strange man.

The little girl's mother burst into tears at once:

"Nope! No! Please, she's just a kid and doesn't know much about games. Pick me, I'll play this game, please let my baby go! ”

The woman cried, but the man remained indifferent, as if the tears had nothing to do with the plea to him.

No one stood up to speak at this time, although they were also frightened by the man's choice of a little girl, but most of them were faintly glad in their hearts that the chosen person was not themselves.

The girl's mother struggled to get up, but was kicked to the ground mercilessly by a masked man standing beside her.

The little girl finally realized that something was wrong, and opened her mouth to cry.

For a while, the girl's cry resounded throughout the bank hall, Schumann saw that the man headed by the man finally showed a trace of impatience on his face, and his heart was shocked, and he just wanted to step forward to stop the man from doing anything cruel to the little girl, but in his ears, another calm and low voice sounded:

"Replace me!"

The blood in Schumann's body seemed to be frozen at this moment, she turned her head stiffly, and looked at Jiang Yan, who was alone in the crowd at this moment, like the top of a snow-capped mountain, with cold eyebrows.

Jiang Yan didn't seem to notice Schumann's gaze, but walked up to the man with an expressionless face, and said word by word:

"A small child, crying all the time, I'm afraid it will make this game much less fun.

Replace me! ”

Even in the face of the robbers, Jiang Yan was still calm, and the man at the head looked at Jiang Yan, slightly picking the corners of his lips, as if he was looking, and seemed to be thinking about what Jiang Yan said.

Eventually, the man nodded:

"Okay, I'll change you!"

Twelve people, a killing, is about to begin!

The twelve selected men formed a circle, while the rest of the hostages were guarded by two other men armed with submachine rifles in a corner, holding their heads and crouching on the ground.

At this moment, they don't sympathize and don't care, they just hope that they can get out of this ghost place as soon as possible.

The man hooked his lips, and quickly asked his masked man to prepare twelve identity notes and number notes, and searched out the documents that could prove the identity of the twelve people, including Schumann and Jiang Yan.

The man spoke, and his hideous eyes flashed with bloodthirsty and excited:

"Got your identity chosen?"

No one answered, only each clutched the note in his hand to prove his "identity" and remained silent. Let fear engulf you.

Schumann closed his eyes, and the note in his hand was a werewolf.

What about Jiang Yan?

What about the others?

The man spoke: "Okay, please close your eyes when it's dark, werewolves, please open your eyes!" ”

Schumann opened his eyes and looked at the other three of the twelve who had been "lucky" to choose werewolves as well. There happened to be the male college student from before, a fashionably dressed beauty, and a middle-aged man about forty years old.

The man at the head glanced at it, and then spoke again:

"Werewolf choice, the one to kill."

The faces of the four people were very nervous, their eyes were wide, and everyone knew in their hearts that this was not just a game.

And the man didn't seem to have much patience, and when he saw that everyone was reluctant to vote, he couldn't help frowning and urging:

"Werewolf chooses, the one to kill!"

Everyone sensed a hint of danger in the voice of the man in charge, and began to move over the others with a pair of eyes.

Schumann's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Others may not realize that what they are choosing at the moment is not just the player who is out, I am afraid that their choice will kill a person immediately.

And the cold and evil face of the leading man, as well as the playful smile on the corner of his mouth, made the blood in Schumann's body seem to be boiling.

Such a person......

Schumann paused, ignoring the choices of others, raised his hand directly, and pointed straight at the man standing in the middle of the circle.

Seeing this, the others seemed to react at once, although they hesitated, but after all, they were not the one who took the lead, so they all pointed their fingers at the man in charge.

The man at the head looked at Schumann for a moment, but soon laughed:

"Oh, I forgot to mention that you can't choose anyone other than twelve, that's the rule. This game doesn't count, start over.

Werewolves choose who to kill! ”

Schumann bit his lip, he still couldn't hold it, what the hell did this man mean, so he couldn't blow up his werewolf identity first and let the scene get out of control.

The others saw that the man at the head vetoed their choice and had to start over. It's just that everyone didn't have any goals for a while, so they began to guess randomly.

Each werewolf chooses to kill someone differently, and the leader man smiled:

"Werewolf Unified Goal!"

Schumann didn't raise his hand, the other three werewolves, you look at me, I look at you, and finally pointed his hand at the man who was about thirty years old.

The man hooked his lips and nodded:

"The werewolf closes his eyes, the witch opens his eyes! Tonight, this player died, did he use the antidote? ”

Schumann was forced to keep his head down, so that even if he didn't close his eyes, he couldn't see who the "witch" was.

After two seconds of silence, the man in charge asked again:

"Do you use poison?"

Pause:

"The witch closes her eyes, the soothsayer opens her eyes, and selects the player you want to see."

After two seconds of silence, the man spoke:

"This player is ......"

The man didn't say anything, probably just mouth-shaped to the "prophet".

"The soothsayer closes his eyes, but the hunter opens his eyes." There was a pause: "The hunter closes his eyes." ”

"Idiot open his eyes...... The idiot closes his eyes...... Tidy up the expression, the sky, it's bright! ”

Everyone raised their heads, opened their eyes, and looked at the people around them in horror and wariness.

Head of the Man:

"Let's start running for sheriff!"

The man's voice fell, and several people hesitated for a moment, and Schumann saw that several people slowly raised their hands.

The man smiled:

"No. 2, No. 5, No. 10, and No. 12 are running for sheriff, and No. 2 will speak first."

No. 2 is the fashionable beauty who was "chosen" as a werewolf with Schumann, although the beauty was also nervous on her face, but Schumann always felt that the light in the eyes of the beauty was a little calm.

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Remember for a second No pop-ups

The man said word by word, and his voice was low and cold, as if he had come from hell.

Killing games?

They rob, they are not in a hurry to move quickly and get out, they are actually in the mood to play a killing game here? Although at this moment the roller shutter door at the gate has been lowered, isolating the outside world. At that time, the sound of gunshots and sirens from the bank had already alarmed people outside, and someone would soon call the police, and the police would arrive immediately.

And these people ......

Thinking of this, Schumann couldn't help but raise his head, but he didn't want the man to be looking at her, and in an instant, his eyes touched, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked.

It is undeniable that the man is very handsome and handsome, and his smile looks extremely sexy, but at this time, he gives people the impression that he is only bloodthirsty and cruel.

The man looked at Schumann, and for a moment, slowly raised the submachine rifle in his hand:

"You!"

No one looked up, only her, looking at the cold, pitch-black muzzle of the gun aimed at him, Schumann had no expression on his face. Only a pair of sharp eyes, cold and calm.

She was on crutches, slowly stood up, and jumped in front of the man with difficulty, step by step.

The man looked at Schumann for a long time, but did not speak, then withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at the people who were squatting on the ground. He stood there, like a grim reaper, picking the next man among the hostages.

Schumann pursed his lips and didn't speak, but he was involuntarily calculating in his heart.

Obviously, this is an organized, premeditated case. But there are a large number of robbers, compared with ordinary robberies, there are so many of them, when they come to divide the limited cash in the bank, are they not afraid of uneven distribution of the spoils, or because they do not meet the expected value and cause an explosion?

Unless, there are two possibilities.

Or, the man at the head is strong enough for these people to willingly work for it. Or, it's this man, and he doesn't even intend to let go of the people who follow him!

Also, since they are robbers, why don't they act quickly and get out quickly? Instead, you play a killing game here? The police will arrive soon, aren't they afraid?

Thinking about it, Schumann seemed to sense a burning gaze, staring firmly at himself. Suddenly, Schumann involuntarily turned his head sideways, and then met a pair of deep, pitch-black, obsidian-like eyes.

Jiang Yan looked at Schumann without shying away from that, his expression was calm and his face was pale as if there were no vicious robbers around. And although he did not speak, his eyes seemed to be silently telling Schumann:

"Don't be afraid, there's me!"

Schumann's heart inexplicably settled down at this moment.

Oh, yes!

There is him!

Jiang Yan is so smart, there will definitely be a way. If these robbers don't leave, his colleagues will soon come and will definitely send these people to prison with their own hands.

Everything happens in an instant. The man's gun was quickly aimed at the nearest boy, wearing glasses and looking like a college student:

"You!"

The boy raised his head in disbelief, stretched his eyes wide, and shook his body in fear:

"Nope! No! Don't pick me! I don't want to die! ”

The male college student screamed, but soon two masked men came next to him and grabbed him, completely ignoring his wishes, and forced him to drag him to the man in front of him.

The man was extremely indifferent and indifferent to the male college student's request, and then quickly selected ten others. It's just that what everyone didn't expect was that the man finally chose a little girl who looked like she was only seven or eight years old.

The little girl was ignorant, and although she was afraid, she probably couldn't guess that the throat of her fate had been strangled in the hands of another strange man.

The little girl's mother burst into tears at once:

"Nope! No! Please, she's just a kid and doesn't know much about games. Pick me, I'll play this game, please let my baby go! ”

The woman cried, but the man remained indifferent, as if the tears had nothing to do with the plea to him.

No one stood up to speak at this time, although they were also frightened by the man's choice of a little girl, but most of them were faintly glad in their hearts that the chosen person was not themselves.

The girl's mother struggled to get up, but was kicked to the ground mercilessly by a masked man standing beside her.

The little girl finally realized that something was wrong, and opened her mouth to cry.

For a while, the girl's cry resounded throughout the bank hall, Schumann saw that the man headed by the man finally showed a trace of impatience on his face, and his heart was shocked, and he just wanted to step forward to stop the man from doing anything cruel to the little girl, but in his ears, another calm and low voice sounded:

"Replace me!"

The blood in Schumann's body seemed to be frozen at this moment, she turned her head stiffly, and looked at Jiang Yan, who was alone in the crowd at this moment, like the top of a snow-capped mountain, with cold eyebrows.

Jiang Yan didn't seem to notice Schumann's gaze, but walked up to the man with an expressionless face, and said word by word:

"A small child, crying all the time, I'm afraid it will make this game much less fun.

Replace me! ”

Even in the face of the robbers, Jiang Yan was still calm, and the man at the head looked at Jiang Yan, slightly picking the corners of his lips, as if he was looking, and seemed to be thinking about what Jiang Yan said.

Eventually, the man nodded:

"Okay, I'll change you!"

Twelve people, a killing, is about to begin!

The twelve selected men formed a circle, while the rest of the hostages were guarded by two other men armed with submachine rifles in a corner, holding their heads and crouching on the ground.

At this moment, they don't sympathize and don't care, they just hope that they can get out of this ghost place as soon as possible.

The man hooked his lips, and quickly asked his masked man to prepare twelve identity notes and number notes, and searched out the documents that could prove the identity of the twelve people, including Schumann and Jiang Yan.

The man spoke, and his hideous eyes flashed with bloodthirsty and excited:

"Got your identity chosen?"

No one answered, only each clutched the note in his hand to prove his "identity" and remained silent. Let fear engulf you.

Schumann closed his eyes, and the note in his hand was a werewolf.

What about Jiang Yan?

What about the others?

The man spoke: "Okay, please close your eyes when it's dark, werewolves, please open your eyes!" ”

Schumann opened his eyes and looked at the other three of the twelve who had been "lucky" to choose werewolves as well. There happened to be the male college student from before, a fashionably dressed beauty, and a middle-aged man about forty years old.

The man at the head glanced at it, and then spoke again:

"Werewolf choice, the one to kill."

The faces of the four people were very nervous, their eyes were wide, and everyone knew in their hearts that this was not just a game.

And the man didn't seem to have much patience, and when he saw that everyone was reluctant to vote, he couldn't help frowning and urging:

"Werewolf chooses, the one to kill!"

Everyone sensed a hint of danger in the voice of the man in charge, and began to move over the others with a pair of eyes.

Schumann's heart suddenly rose to his throat.

Others may not realize that what they are choosing at the moment is not just the player who is out, I am afraid that their choice will kill a person immediately.

And the cold and evil face of the leading man, as well as the playful smile on the corner of his mouth, made the blood in Schumann's body seem to be boiling.

Such a person......

Schumann paused, ignoring the choices of others, raised his hand directly, and pointed straight at the man standing in the middle of the circle.

Seeing this, the others seemed to react at once, although they hesitated, but after all, they were not the one who took the lead, so they all pointed their fingers at the man in charge.

The man at the head looked at Schumann for a moment, but soon laughed:

"Oh, I forgot to mention that you can't choose anyone other than twelve, that's the rule. This game doesn't count, start over.

Werewolves choose who to kill! ”

Schumann bit his lip, he still couldn't hold it, what the hell did this man mean, so he couldn't blow up his werewolf identity first and let the scene get out of control.

The others saw that the man at the head vetoed their choice and had to start over. It's just that everyone didn't have any goals for a while, so they began to guess randomly.

Each werewolf chooses to kill someone differently, and the leader man smiled:

"Werewolf Unified Goal!"

Schumann didn't raise his hand, the other three werewolves, you look at me, I look at you, and finally pointed his hand at the man who was about thirty years old.

The man hooked his lips and nodded:

"The werewolf closes his eyes, the witch opens his eyes! Tonight, this player died, did he use the antidote? ”

Schumann was forced to keep his head down, so that even if he didn't close his eyes, he couldn't see who the "witch" was.

After two seconds of silence, the man in charge asked again:

"Do you use poison?"

Pause:

"The witch closes her eyes, the soothsayer opens her eyes, and selects the player you want to see."

After two seconds of silence, the man spoke:

"This player is ......"

The man didn't say anything, probably just mouth-shaped to the "prophet".

"The soothsayer closes his eyes, but the hunter opens his eyes." There was a pause: "The hunter closes his eyes." ”

"Idiot open his eyes...... The idiot closes his eyes...... Tidy up the expression, the sky, it's bright! ”

Everyone raised their heads, opened their eyes, and looked at the people around them in horror and wariness.

Head of the Man:

"Let's start running for sheriff!"

The man's voice fell, and several people hesitated for a moment, and Schumann saw that several people slowly raised their hands.

The man smiled:

"No. 2, No. 5, No. 10, and No. 12 are running for sheriff, and No. 2 will speak first."

No. 2 is the fashionable beauty who was "chosen" as a werewolf with Schumann, although the beauty was also nervous on her face, but Schumann always felt that the light in the eyes of the beauty was a little calm.

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