Everyone was stunned for a moment, just now the black straight girl asked questions, almost no one had hope for this, they just thought that she was struggling senselessly.

But the sudden turn of events made the student players unable to believe their ears.

Is there really such a good thing?

Because the answer was too easy, the black straight girl was a little skeptical, and reconfirmed: "Really? As long as the ticket is equal, there will be no students killed and buried? ”

Teacher Ye turned to the principal: "If you don't believe it, the principal can vouch for this rule." ”

The headmaster next to him giggled: "Of course it's true, as long as the ticket is equalized, the school will cancel this special ceremony." ”

Everyone under the stage was talking about it-

"Wouldn't it be nice if we all wrote our names? This is ironclad and flat. ”

"yes, that's not difficult at all."

"It's good to ask a lot of questions, otherwise it will be troublesome."

"But I don't know why, I always feel like it's not that simple......"

"Don't think about it so complicated, we don't have much time left, the easiest and most direct way at the moment is for everyone to trust each other and write their names on the ballot, so as to ensure a tie."

"Students, be quiet, let me add precautions," Mr. Ye continued, "There is one thing you should pay attention to during the voting process, that is, you can't look at each other's notes, understand?" ”

"Peeping is considered a violation."

The ballot rules for the "special memorial ceremony" have been made clear, but Qi Zhen's intuition is not quite right-

The school's other rules obviously have relevant paper printed pamphlets, why is there no "special memorial ceremony"?

Why was the rule verbally told by Mr. Ye, and can such a rule really take effect in the copy? How much credibility is there in the rules dictated by Mr. Ye? How can students distinguish the real from the fake?

However, the time is urgent, and student players do not have enough time to doubt and think, so they can only find the best solution to get a chance of survival in the shortest possible time.

With a "tick" sound, the headmaster held up a watch on the stage -

"The countdown has officially begun, please complete the ballot as soon as possible!"

Although the plan had been properly discussed, when the "election ceremony" officially began and the ticking of the countdown echoed in the auditorium by candlelight, everyone's hands holding paper and pen were unconsciously exerting force, and their palms were already damp with cold sweat.

Although Teacher Ye clearly said that they could not peek at other people's notes, and it was impossible to see the distance assigned to them, several students still subconsciously cast their eyes at their peers.

The rustle of the tip of the pen on the paper is suffocating.

Qi Zhen is not sure if any student players have used "peeping" related items, but if they trust each other enough according to the rules given by the school, in fact, all student players can easily pass the level without the need for props at all.

But Qi Zhen also knows that this kind of moment of completely relying on the so-called "trust" between strangers as a guarantee and writing his name on the "death ballot" is more painful than any choice.

After all, "trust" itself is a very valuable thing, but at the same time, it is the most difficult thing to guarantee.

A minute is fleeting.

"When the time comes, please wait a while, and I will count the votes later."

Teacher Ye took the initiative to pick up the cardboard box and walked off the stage, although the students were clearly reluctant on their faces and hesitated in their hands, but in the end they all had to throw the note with their names written into the cardboard box.

Qi Yan noticed that one of the students looked unusually dazed and sluggish, as if his mental state was unstable due to excessive nervousness and fear, which led to a large drop in his pleasure value.

Qi Yan had a little impression that this was the boy who stayed in dormitory 203 last night, and his name seemed to be Song Beichi.

He had the impression that the boy was particularly painful at that time after being branded with the "school emblem", and it was most likely that he did not use relevant props to avoid injury.

Qi Ji quickly sensed that something was wrong, and mentally unstable players were often the variable in the plan, so he hurriedly said: "I suspect that some students have mental and behavioral abnormalities, and now I apply to take him to the infirmary for a comprehensive examination." ”

But this time he was not so lucky, and the principal rejected his application: "Teacher Qi, don't worry, after last night's freshman adaptation period, I believe that our classmates are no longer so fragile, and the matter of inspection can be considered after the end of the record." ”

Qi Jiu's brows furrowed slightly, it seemed that with the change in the strength of the two camps, the priorities of their respective rules had changed.

"Thank you for your cooperation, and I will count everyone's votes."

Mr. Ye's tone rose slightly, as if he was looking forward to and enjoying the whole process, he took out the ballots one by one from the cardboard box and began to sing the ballots-

"Xu Jiawu, one vote; Song Beichi, one vote; He Shenliang, one vote; Xu Nanlu, one vote ......" When he got the fifth ballot, Mr. Ye suddenly paused, and then showed a chilling smile, "It appeared, the same name." ”

"How could it be ......?!"

Everyone in the audience was shocked, and the faces of the four people whose names had been read in front of them were particularly ugly.

Mr. Ye took the ballot with repeated names written on it, and deliberately did not speak immediately, he looked at the nervous crowd in the audience with a pleasant and disgusting gaze: "Song Beichi, two ......"

Before Mr. Ye's words fell, there was a heart-rending exclamation from the audience-

"I knew it! You must have secretly written my name! ”

The boy named Song Beichi held a kitchen knife in his hand that he didn't know when he had exchanged from the system, and mercilessly slashed at the neck of another boy beside him!

The situation was too sudden, the boy was focused on listening to the votes on the stage just now, and he didn't expect it to happen at all, he didn't even have time to show surprise and fear, Song Beichi's kitchen knife was already waving and cutting his neck-

It all happened so fast that the boy's head was thrown into the air and fell to the ground.

It wasn't until the head had been completely separated from the body that the boy's face showed a frightened expression, but the head that rolled at everyone's feet could no longer make a sound.

"Gollum-"

The floor of the auditorium was uneven, and the head rolled in the direction of the stage, and was finally stepped on by the dean like a ball.

Under the flickering candlelight, the students could see clearly, and under the leather shoes of the teaching director, the frightened and distorted expressions were forever frozen on this skull.

The decapitated corpse froze in place, blood gushing out like a fountain, like a red rain mist at the funeral scene.

"Haha... Hahaha... It must have been you who wrote my name... I guessed it would be like this... Ha ha... When you die, someone will be buried with you... Hahaha... I'm not going to be taken to the buried..."

Song Beichi, who was holding a kitchen knife, showed a broken wild laugh, his vision was covered with blood, and his eyes were scarlet, absurd and gorgeous.

His mad laughter echoed through the bloody funeral, so abrupt that it even made sense.

But in the next second, his crazy smile stiffened on his face, and the whole person fell to the ground like a puppet that had dropped the line, and he was silent in an instant.

The shocked players quickly understood that Song Beichi was completely erased by the system because the pleasure value fell to 0 points.

The auditorium was shrouded in a bloody dead silence.

Until Mr. Ye on the stage suddenly let out a sigh of "regret": "Ah, yes, I mispronounced it just now, the name written on the note is "Qin Ye", not "Song Beichi", I'm sorry, the teacher is too careless." ”

Qin Ye is the name of the boy whose head was cut off.

At this moment, his head was being stepped on under the leather shoes of the teaching director, and the teaching director smiled: "Students, don't be impatient, it was just a small episode, since Teacher Ye found the mistake in time, let's continue to sing the vote." ”

Chapter 85: Exile No. 1 (22)

Teacher Ye was still reading the ballot that had lost its meaning, and the staff who came to clean up the scene had already carried out the bodies of the two dead students.

The dean kicked the head under his feet: "And this, don't forget to clean up." ”

As he spoke, he rubbed the soles of his shoes against the floor tiles, trying to rub the clotted blood off the clot.

The grunt of the skull rolling on the tiles stopped, and the staff put the frightened and distorted skull into a white bag.

The white cloth bag was dyed scarlet, and this absurd farce came to an end.

The entire auditorium was silent, and the student players had not yet recovered from the shock just now.

Nine ballot papers have been read and none of the names on the ballot papers have been repeated.

That is, all student players have complied with the prior agreement and written their names on the ballots.

"Ah, this is really a miracle, it's the first time I've encountered a tie ticket," the expression on Mr. Ye's face became more and more pleasant, and he looked at everyone with his eyes narrowed into a line with a smile, "It's a pity, if it weren't for my mistakes, your students would have created a miracle." ”

The students' faces were ugly, and several of the players clenched their fists and their knuckles turned white, their shoulders trembling slightly as they tried to endure an emotional outburst at any moment.

After all, belated hope is often more desperate than outright despair.

Teacher Ye put the ballot box back in its place: "But there is no need to elect the mourners now, and I feel both regretful and gratified that the students performed very well today." ”

The players looked at the stage indignantly, it was so unfair.

They obviously trusted each other, but in the end they lost their companions because of Mr. Ye's cunning "mistake".

Although the so-called companions are just strangers who are randomly assigned to the same camp, this feeling of being toyed with is very unwilling.

When Mr. Ye came down from the stage, he said with interest when he passed by Qi Yan's side: "Mr. Qi, do you see it?" Others are hell. ”

Qi Yan glanced at him coldly and didn't make a sound.

For Mr. Ye, who is in the faculty camp, his task is to sacrifice the evil god through the death of the student, but the teacher cannot harm the student himself, and the strategy of ordinary players is to use the loopholes in the rules to create traps and put the members of the opposing camp to death, but Mr. Ye took advantage of the weakness of the other party's humanity to design this desperate drama.

Teachers can't hurt students, but students can kill each other.

For players like Mr. Ye, using students to kill students is a "double win" approach.

And compared to achieving the purpose of the copy, Mr. Ye himself enjoyed it more.

There is no doubt that this Teacher Ye is well versed in the manipulation of people's hearts, and the player named Song Beichi was easily manipulated by him to kill innocent teammates when his pleasure value was extremely low.

Now Qi Yan even began to suspect that the so-called "special mourning ceremony" may itself be a temporary plan made up by Mr. Ye, and does not exist in the copy mechanism, which can explain why this ceremony does not have a paper version of the rule book.

Therefore, even if the student players are unable to follow through on their trust and there are duplicate votes, the punishment mechanism similar to "headshot" will not be triggered.

Mr. Ye just uses the most vulnerable part of human nature to complete his killing aesthetics, and by the way, he achieves the task of the copy.

At this moment, the system updated the mission progress -

[As a result of the completion of the "Student Cannibalism" project by players in your faction, the Headless God has gained more energy than ever before]

[Headless Idol Energy Refill Progress: 60%]

[The system has detected that the main line of the faculty and staff camp has been updated——]

[Please note that once the energy replenishment of the headless god reaches 100%, the imprisoned headless god will be released]

[Once the headless god is released, all players in the student camp will be declared dead]

[Easter egg preview: The complete liberation of the headless god will bring a huge surprise to the faculty camp]

【Coming soon】

Qi Zhen subconsciously looked at the headless statue enshrined in the corner of the auditorium, and sure enough, he witnessed the whole funeral The headless statue of the headless god who was killed by the students at the funeral grew half a head.

This half of the head is twisted to the point of ugliness.

"Teacher Ye, I want to confirm one thing with you," Qi Yan suddenly asked, "The school itself doesn't have the rules for this ceremony, right?" Did you design it? ”