Early the next morning, Wen Cha was woken up by an earth-shattering scream.

She got out of bed with a headache, grabbed a handful of messy hair, walked barefoot to the door, and picked up her card.

She finished washing up in a hurry, dressed and walked out slowly, and everyone had already gathered at the door of Garcia's room.

There was a bloody man lying in Garcia's room, it was Song Hui who Wen Cha hadn't expected.

The original sin of this middle-aged woman is ignorance.

God would have dealt with her first, not Garcia.

Wen Cha felt that things were getting more and more interesting.

The people who kept vigil with Garcia last night were all injured, and the most seriously injured was Garcia himself, who was cut in the abdomen, and was not injured to the point, but he was bleeding all the time, and if he was not treated in time, he was afraid that he would lose blood and spasm.

It was Zhu Dashan who treated his wounds, and he was also injured, and he was injured in his leg, but fortunately, the injury was not serious.

For the rest of the people, Gu Niannian injured his arm, Liu Jiajia injured his face, and Alger injured his hand, and the scene was very bloody for a while.

Song Hui was lying on her back on the ground, her eyes were open, and she felt like she was dead.

The expression on his face was strange, as if he was surprised, but also as if he understood.

Like Su Ming before, she had a hole in her chest, as if her heart had been taken away.

Blood flowed all over the ground, and the strong smell of blood accompanied by Liu Jiajia's cry made everyone feel creepy.

"What the hell is going on?" Wei Ling asked in a deep voice, her face was very ugly.

"We waited until midnight," said Garcia, in a rare decadence, "and then we heard God's footsteps, and just when we thought we were going to catch him, there was a puff of smoke in the air, and we remembered nothing after that."

"When she woke up again, Song Hui was dead, and the rest of the people were injured."

This is exactly in line with the rules of the game, and everyone who does not vote and dares to provoke God will be punished.

Although God did not ask for their lives, he also made them pay the price.

Only by following the rules of the game can you keep going.

"Who the hell is it?!" Liu Jiajia covered her face, crying and crying, she stared at Wen Cha and the three of them viciously, "Only you are not injured, it must be you!" You devils! ”

She screamed to come over and scratch Wen Cha's face, why was she disfigured, she could still be so good-looking? It's not fair!

Feng Jin stood in front of Wen Cha, "Ugly bastard, say another nonsense, believe it or not, I beat you?" ”

Liu Jiajia has lost her mind, her face is all she has, without this face, what is the meaning of her future life?

God drew a big "scarf" on her face, and even if she can have plastic surgery in the future, she will not be able to restore her current appearance.

For a person who lives by his face, it is tantamount to a catastrophe.

Liu Jiajia hates her so much, if she knows who it is, she must make him pay!

The wounded all stared at the intact trio with fierce eyes, and felt that God was among them.

Zhu Dashan helped Garcia to lie on the bed, beckoned Alger to lift Song Hui's body together, and threw it into the sea through the window.

Su Ming's body was also disposed of in this way.

Wen Cha suddenly felt a chill on his spine, and after the death of the original owner, he was also thrown into the sea to feed the fish.

The blood stains on the ground were wiped clean by Zhu Dashan with a mop, but he still couldn't hide the fishiness in the air, but it became more and more fishy because of the rust, which made people almost sick.

Wen Cha's gaze swept over the faces of several people in turn, and found that they were all stunned, no longer as aggressive as yesterday, but fell into deeper fear because of God's unpredictability.

Wen Cha stepped forward and picked up a card from under the bed, it was Song Hui's, and two words were written on it - ignorance.

A line of small letters is written on the back in the same red font -

After seven o'clock in the evening, each person must return to his room, and if more than one person is found in the same room, God will exercise the right of precedence.

This is a warning from last night.

Feng Jin took the card in her hand and read it, and a trace of understanding crossed her eyes.

Criminals can exploit God's loopholes, and God can continue to weave his own cage.

It depends on who is the best player.

The cards were quickly passed around, and everyone became more aware of the severity of the game as they saw it.

It's an unfair game at all, God has too many chips in his hands, and none of them knows what will happen next except to wait for death.

Garcia covered his abdomen, with a look of resentment, "I don't care which of you is God, don't let me catch you!" ”

What he suspected was Feng Jin, and he kept staring at Feng Jin with his eyes, eager to open the knife now.

Feng Jin didn't think so, and went out to eat after throwing away the card.

If he were God, he wouldn't keep a scum like Garcia.

Wen Cha slowly followed him, "Who do you think it is?" ”

Feng Jin stopped, "Don't follow me." ”

Wen Cha didn't listen, and got closer and closer to him, and said nervously: "I'm scared now, they seem to be suspicious of me, I don't dare to be alone."

"What does it matter if you don't dare to be alone?"

Wen Cha blinked, "You're also the object of their suspicion, why don't we cooperate?" ”

"Cooperation?" Feng Jin turned around, looked her up and down, and sighed twice, "Just with your body like a dried green bean?" ”

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Wen Cha's eyes widened and he straightened his chest, "Why am I green beans, do I have good materials?" ”

Feng Jin lowered her eyes and swept over her chest, and couldn't help but sneer, "Why are you looking for me?" ”

Wen Cha pouted, "I don't think you're a bad person." ”

"Idiot! Will a bad guy put the word 'bad guy' on his face? ”

Wen Cha disagreed, "Intuition, do you believe in a girl's sixth sense?" ”

"I don't believe it." Feng Jin is clearly an atheist, "I only trust my own judgment. ”

"Forget it." Wen Cha lowered his face, passed in front of him angrily, and ran towards Wei Ling in front, "If you don't agree, I'll go find him." ”

"Hey, stop me!" Feng Jin grabbed her wrist, "Your sixth sense also tells you that he is trustworthy?" ”

"It's none of your business."

"Please face this head-on, maybe he is God."

Wen Cha's eyes darkened, and he pretended not to believe it: "How can he be a god if he is such a good-looking person."

"People are not to be seen, and now that there are all kinds of well-dressed animals and beasts, you better not get around men casually, especially the kind of hypocrites who wear glasses."

Warm tea: "......"

Feng Jin grabbed her shoulders and continued to walk forward, "Of course, if it's as upright as me, you can still believe it." ”

Wen Cha: "......" rolled his eyes at the sky.