【501】

It is clear that the clues given by this room point to the fifth floor.

Sixty-six looked at the door that had not yet been opened, and silently changed the last number to six.

Perfect!

Number Three stood in the doorway, a smile curling into his mouth.

The time came for another two minutes, and his gaze was fixed on the top of Qingqing's head.

Two seconds later, a red light instantly enveloped Qingqing.

Qingqing was still waiting for the door to open, but she didn't expect that this time it would be her turn directly.

In the blood-colored shroud, a hideous-looking ghost was rushing towards him at a high speed.

The ghost collided directly with him, his vision changed for a while, and he came to a new place in an instant.

As far as the eye can see, a dense crowd of ghosts and goblins is crowded into one room.

The tongue of a hanged man had touched his ankle.

Qingqing's eyes were bloodshot, and the whole person collapsed directly to the ground.

Zhang Bei's admonition vaguely sounded in his ears.

The screams suppressed in his throat instantly rang out.

Number Three looked at Qingqing's figure and disappeared, his eyes full of smiles.

He is a veteran werewolf killer with a 70 percent win rate.

It only took a few minutes to play Number Three to see the essence of this game.

Here, there are no teammates at all!

Trying to survive is the most real thing!

To say that the final victory is purely a lie.

Even if it is between moles, you have to find a way to trap others.

Only the right to eliminate is in your own hands, and the best solution is to give priority to solving the people who pose the greatest threat to yourself!

The door opened, and Sixty-Six's pale face appeared in front of everyone.

"506, here's a hint."

Number Three narrowed his eyes and took the command directly to himself.

"We're still divided into two teams, and since No. 66 has provided clues, let him take half of the people to the fifth floor."

Seeing that a group of people did not object, No. 3 was also relieved.

"The rest will go to the third floor with us, vote in rounds, and we will all be eliminated from the tenth to the twentyth!"

The team quickly separated, and Nie Min looked down at the number eighteenth on his body and swallowed a mouthful of spit.

Now there are four people left on the tenth to twentyth.

If you don't do something about it, I'm afraid it's going to be your turn soon!

Suddenly, an electric light flashed in Nie Min's brain.

No, things aren't right!

If nothing happens, it will take twenty minutes for all four people to be voted out.

Now there are not many people left, according to the speed of attrition and the elimination of moles.

Twenty minutes is simply not enough!

Nie Min's gaze was almost instantly fixed on No. 3 on the side.

Then the one who can be determined is the number three!

A group of people walked into the third floor, and each team began to explore.

Nie Min took a deep breath and tried to look like a good person.

Now that No. 3 is in power, if he wants not to be eliminated, he must reduce his presence.

Zhang Bei held a tablet in one hand and ate popcorn in the other, watching the werewolf kill comparable to Gong Dou.

It's a lot of fun to fight with people, and if you want not to be sent to a ghost den, you must show your superb acting skills.

And here, Qingqing obviously didn't understand the rules of the game.

He wanted to unite the good guys, but alas, it was simply impossible.

There are five moles mixed in with so many people, and it is difficult to detect whether it is hiding clues or fishing in troubled waters.

And No. 3 is smart enough, and his acting skills are always online.

But his decision to get a group of people out of sight was a failure.

As long as this group of people can save the prophet, the situation of the good people will be turned around in an instant.

But there's the fun of fighting people, and you never know what the player will do next.

As Nie Min began to act on the eighteenth, the situation changed again unconsciously.

Nie Min quietly approached a group and lowered his voice.

"I'm a prophet, and number three is a mole!"

"What?"

"Be quiet, don't kill me!"

"Are you really a prophet?"

Nie Min glanced at No. 3, who had entered a ward, and his face was solemn.

"Now there are four people from the tenth to the twentieth, how long will it take to eliminate them in total?"

The few people standing in the hallway only thought about it for a moment, and suddenly discovered the truth.

"So what do we do?"

A smile flashed in the corner of Nie Min's eyes: "Spread the news secretly, we will vote directly for No. 3 in the next vote!" ”

"Good!"

A few sneaky people also took action and spread the news.

Nie Min looked at the back of the eighteenth and mourned for him for three seconds.

Dead friends do not die poor.

I've got a fifteenth left in front of me, and I have to change the rules!

And this time, the choice of elimination is also Nie Min's turn.

His eyes fixed on the figure beside Three, and as the screams rang out, the good guy camp was -1 again.

At this time, the fifth floor is comparable to the Shura field.

A humanoid creature is hunting down a group of players.

Why humanoids?

The thing had two legs, but the flesh was rotten.

Three human heads were stitched to their stomachs, each gnawing on flesh.

In just a few moments, seven people were eliminated.

People can burst into great power in times of crisis.

"Draw it here!"

Anxious voices resounded throughout the hallway.

A figure stood in front of the open door, clutching the doorknob.

After another sacrifice of the two of them, the monster was locked directly in the room.

However, no one noticed that the figure of No. 66 had disappeared from the crowd.

Just now, while everyone was running for their lives, 66 got into room 501.

In order to hide the clues, the gate was also locked.

It's just that in less than two seconds, he regretted it.

Room 501 looks more like a bedroom inside.

Simple with a single bed, a dresser for girls.

It's just that the girl sitting at the dresser doesn't look so easy to get along with.

His face was bruised, and his neck was still wrapped in knotted hair.

"Do you tie your hair?"

A strange voice came, and No. 66 suddenly shuddered.

"What if I say no?"

"Then you will become a doll and accompany Po!"

Number 66 looked in the direction of the little girl's finger.

A bookshelf is stocked with a variety of humanoid dolls.

Combined with the sentence just now, it is easy to guess the origin of these things.

"What do you want to do?"

No. 66 did not hesitate at all, took the comb and stood behind the little girl.

"Double ponytails, if you don't comb well, you won't be able to get out!"

Number 66 just wants to give himself a big shake.

Isn't it good for me to tie a ponytail quietly?

You have to be cheap!

Who knows how to do this thing with a double ponytail!

66 hesitated for a moment between flipping the table and combing his hair, and made a wise choice.

From the heart!

Soon, the small screen popped up, and this round of voting began.

Number Three was staring at Number Fifteen not far away, and who knew that the red light had fallen directly on him.