"The lights are going out, anyway, let's block the gate first. The magician said with a helpless expression on his face.

Needless to say, everyone dismantled the beds from the cell and piled them up at the gate.

At this moment, the battery above the head was also completely depleted and lit, and the entire prison was plunged into darkness.

"Whether or not we give up the first way to live, we need to have a light, let's go back and recharge!" shouted the magician.

Then there was the sound of all kinds of people smearing walking.

However, only three minutes after each returned to their cells, an electronic voice sounded on the radio: "No. 3, I was reported for one vote." ”

The young man who was pedaling a bicycle was shocked.

"Someone has already reported it...... No. 3? Is it a number?"

The young man in the middle division has never entered the anonymous reporting room at all, and he doesn't know that he voted for the other party's number.

But think about it, too, each number has a vote, since this voting method is linked to the number, then it is definitely the number that votes to kill.

"I remember number three...... It's the technician. The young man in the middle thought, jumped off the bicycle, and ran to find Huang Ji.

As early as after the first level, everyone got the number plate, and everyone remembered everyone's number. Maybe some people don't remember, but the middle division youth is not one of them.

He carried everyone's numbers on his back, No. 1 and No. 2 were in the hands of the little gangsters, No. 3 was a wheat-colored beauty, No. 4 magician, No. 5 drunkard, No. 6 golden girl, No. 7 Luther, No. 8 Alan, No. 9 Huang Ji, No. 10 Lao Wang, No. 11 was himself, and No. 12 was a black-haired girl.

"No. 3, reported two votes...... Three votes...... Four votes ......"

", so fast!" said the young man at the top of the stairs.

Suddenly, someone tapped him on the shoulder from behind.

The young man in the middle turned his head suddenly, but heard Huang Ji's voice: "You don't need to vote, give me the sign, you can go back and continue to pedal." ”

"This ...... Why? That technician is a wronged prisoner, isn't it in our interest to throw her to death? There are seven criminals in total, and if the two of us don't vote, there will only be five people, even if that little gangster is also a criminal, then there are only six votes, and we can't vote for that technician!" said in a low voice.

It takes seven votes to vote for the dead, and the criminals are seven in total, and in his mind, if he and Huang Ji don't vote, the votes of the criminals will not be enough.

Huang Ji sneered and said: "Who said it wasn't enough, do you believe that No. 3 was voted for nine times?"

"Huh?" the young man was puzzled.

And at this moment, the radio announced that someone had voted again: "No. 3, reported five votes, six votes ......"

The young man in the middle said in a low voice: "Six votes, this is the limit of the criminal, but there is still one vote left......

"No. 3, I was reported seven votes! eight votes! nine votes!" The broadcast suddenly reported three votes in a row!

"What!" the young man was shocked.

"Boom!"

At the same time, there was an explosion in the red building opposite, and in the darkness the fire came from a room next to the staircase, which was the report room.

In other words, someone was voting in the report room and was killed directly.

"How can there be nine votes on the number three...... At least three wronged prisoners voted for her! I understand!" said the young man in a low voice, and then suddenly realized.

"What do you know?" said Huang Ji.

"I see, a total of four wronged prisoners don't need to be bailed out at all because of the wheat-colored beauty's self-exposure, so her other three companions simply gave up on her and also threw her to death!"

Huang Ji shook his head and said, "You are on the first floor. ”

"You're even the dead, you're mistaken. Dead...... It's the drunkard. ”

The young man in the middle was stunned and said, "Huh?"

Huang Ji said calmly: "So I said, you don't understand this game at all! Do you think it's just a simple matter of pulling the camp to vote?"

"Isn't it?" thought the young man.

Huang Ji said: "How do you know that No. 3 is her?"

The young man in the middle was stunned for a moment, and said in a low voice: "I remember it very clearly! I have written down everyone's numbers, and there is absolutely nothing wrong with it!"

Huang Ji smiled: "Won't you change?"

"Huh?" the young man suddenly divided.

......

As early as when the rules were introduced, the rich opened the market, betting on who would die first, and then watching all kinds of plays.

On the big screen, there are many monitors, each of which is tracking a person, and no matter where the person goes, the camera will quickly cut over.

Wealthy people can also use their tablets to focus on other cameras around a person to observe someone from multiple angles.

Wealthy people can also look up someone's profile to tell if they are going to die quickly.

When Alain showed his strength, many rich people had already checked his information and found that he was an ordinary mercenary, who was expelled for betraying the intelligence of his mercenary group, and now he is banned by the industry, living purely on savings and loans.

Although it is ordinary, it is still very powerful to deal with these lower strata of society.

However, there are not many rich people who regard him as a seeded player, because he is angry and even exposes his strength prematurely, and he is very easy to be targeted.

Many rich people judge from experience that this kind of person will die quickly, not the first to die, but also the second and third......

When Alain knocked down the gangsters with one punch, many rich people bet some money on him and bet that he would die first.

After that, when everyone drew their identities and then all took out their unjust prison identification, the rich people burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, here it is! Classic scene! It's the same identity again. ”

"How many times?"

"This magician is tired of death, hurry up and throw him to death in a grumpy way. ”

"Hehe, you're not paying attention to the magician, are you? ”

When people get together, they can also discuss and discuss.

Once dispersed, the rich mainly snooped on their tablets, and wore headphones to see who they were interested in.

Each rich person pays attention to different people and has a different perspective.

Although they can cut the camera everywhere, when everyone is separated, they often talk or make small movements at the same time, and it is impossible for any rich person to understand everyone's behavior at the same time.

Generally, just pay attention to two or three.

The host and his assistants, of course, will all stare to death, but will not reveal the information they have not seen to the rich to ensure the fairness of the gambling game.

In other words, the gambling between the rich is also skillful, and it is necessary to analyze when they only see each other, and then there is poor intelligence.

For example, Huang Ji's subdued keyboard warrior and showed amazing psychological analysis ability, which only a handful of rich people noticed!

Because at the same time, there are other people who are doing things, and many rich people's cameras are paying attention to other places, but not Huang Ji and Keyboard Warrior, after all, these two people are very low-key.

Most of the rich people pay attention to magicians, Alain, and golden women.

As everyone knows, this is also Huang Ji's plan, he deliberately let Alan show his strength and attract hatred, and on the surface he became the target of public criticism, but in fact, he was also fighting for attention.

In this game, every horse can also be regarded as a streamer.

Huang Ji made Alan jump like this, and at the same time controlled the off-court, which indirectly affected the gambling market.

Whoever performs more, who does more, the rich will naturally follow him more, after all, they gamble, not blind gambling with their eyes closed, and tracking some leaders from the perspective can make their gambling success more probable.

From time to time, the dragon will enlist some people to make an extra little gamble, such as who will be the first to get out of the car when everyone is pedaling. For example, who is the person who pedals the bicycle and persevers to the end. For example, how many minutes everyone will pedal, and then stop.

In short, if you catch something, you can gamble.

The evil dragon is pulling around, mainly against Kogas, and often engages in this kind of small gamble.

There is no doubt that he always bets right, because there is Huang Ji prompting him.

Huang Ji discussed a lot of gestures with him, in addition to the words, the small actions of finger flicking and slapping the pocket were also transmitting information.

The other symbols thought it was some small action, and it passed by at a glance, and they didn't think much about it at all.

But for the evil dragon, this is actually Huang Ji constantly giving him all kinds of small answers. What 'drunks will be the first to be lazy', what 'hold on for twenty minutes at most and everyone will stop' and so on.

Based on this, the evil dragon set up a gambling game and made a lot of money. will even draw inferences from one another, guessing that Huang Ji must be the one who insists on pedaling the bicycle to the end.

"It's time to buy and leave, the first deceased is almost there, and the bet can't be delayed, and the deadline is another ten seconds. Host Kim said.

"Damn, why are these people so harmonious? Or is there a problem with the angle of my attention? This is called Alain, it's a bastard!" Some rich people don't know who to bet, most of them are cheated by Alain, they spend too much time focusing on Alain, and as a result, Alain almost does nothing, occasionally says something, does something, and also says it in public places, when gathering in the square, and does not do anything secretly at all.

"Eh, this woman has exposed herself!"

"Haha! I haven't seen myself exposed in many years, this woman is a little stupid. ”

"She's dead, bet!"

Some rich people who don't know much about how complicated the game is because Alain is a bastard, before the deadline, immediately bet their money when they see the wheat-colored beauty revealing themselves.

"Hey, hey, you're going to lose money, have you forgotten what some players used to do?" said a shrewd rich man.

"Hey, I know what you're referring to, don't be too god-minded, it's just the beginning, where do these people in the game know so much?" said the rich man who bet on the wheat-colored beauty.

"yes, then let's watch. A handful of rich people laughed silently.

When the time comes, the rich people observe through infrared photography in the dark.

"Wardefake, what is this magician going to do?"

"No, you drunk...... Don't take it, don't take it!"

"Wow, yes, these horses are interesting! This magician has already thought of it!"

......

The magician did an amazing thing.

I saw that in the dark, on the side of the Red Mansion, the magician kept persuading the gangsters, Alan and others not to vote for wheat-colored beauties.

"Stay away from me!" Alain didn't bother to pay attention to him, and walked away.

The thug said, "If we don't vote, are we waiting here to die?

The magician walked up and said, "There must be another way, even if we vote, don't be so fast, anyway, let's charge first, and then we will discuss it slowly." ”

"......Shh

Now, in the corridor on the second floor, there are only three magicians, drunkards, and wheat-colored beauties left.

The magician solemnly grabbed the drunkard's shoulder and said, "Don't vote, listen to me!"

The drunkard said, "You're also the one who wronged you...... Why are you protecting her like this?"

"I'm the criminal, but I'm in love with her. The magician said.

"Hmm......" The wheat-colored beauty hid her face and cried.

The drunken ghost said angrily: "She's just a bitch, if you protect her like this, you will eventually kill you." ”

"I want to believe you, brother, I wanted to live with you, but if you want to protect her like this, I can only treat you as a prisoner. ”

The magician let go of his hand, depressed.

The wheat-colored beauty seemed to have given up hope, and she hugged the magician from behind: "Kiss me." ”

A drunkard is like a lightning strike, what's the matter?

Then he heard the sound of undressing, and the woman seemed to want to make out with the magician at the end.

The two walked into the cell next to them, and the sound of vigorous movement soon sounded on the bed.

The drunk walked away in the hallway, swearing.

Just then, a radio announcement sounded, and Number Three was voted for.

The drunken man stopped, and suddenly thought of something: "That magician took off his clothes, is his number plate in his clothes? I remember it seems to have been lost in the hallway!"

He immediately turned back and secretly groped on the ground, and sure enough, in the midst of the fierce and affectionate voices in the cell, the drunk touched the magician's suit with a number plate in his pocket.

"Nice!

The drunkard was secretly pleasantly surprised, listening to the intimacy of the two people, and couldn't help but sneer: "I thought you were very smart at first, and it seems that you are just an emotional guy, I accepted your number, this woman will kill you, I will help you solve her." ”

He took the magician's number plate and immediately went to vote.

At this time, the votes were rising, and the wheat-colored beauty cried: "You go and vote too, stay away from me, don't be burdened by the bomb around my neck......"

"I'm sorry. The magician sighed.

The drunkard heard that he had walked out of the cell, and apparently the rising votes did not give them time to continue to recuperate.

The wheat-colored beauty said, "You must live." ”

"Yes...... Eh, where's my brand?" said the magician suddenly.

The drunk sneered, and had already opened the door and walked into the report room.

He looked at the 12 numbers lit up on the voting machine, and resolutely took a picture of the two number plates and pressed them on the number three.

The drunken man said silently, "Wake up! This is a game of death! Don't blame me for taking your brand, you who are carried away by hue." ”

As everyone knows, at the same time, the wheat-colored beauty, also holding a number plate, also voted for No. 3 in the report room downstairs.

The broadcast reported three votes in a row! Nine votes were executed on the third day!

"Boom!"

The collar around the neck of the drunkard explodes with a bang!

The loud noise and flames attracted everyone, and the blue building looked over by the railing, but because it was too dark, I only knew that someone was dead, but I didn't know who it was.

On the side of the Red Mansion, Alan and the thugs ran over following the sound of the explosion, and in the darkness Alan said, "Who died?"

The thug said, "I can't see clearly, and the flesh is blurry to the touch." ”

"Who else!" Alan asked.

The magician came up and said, "I'm here." ”

Then the wheat-colored beauty said excitedly: "I ...... I'm here too!"

"Are you still alive?" said the thug in surprise, he didn't expect the dead man to be a drunkard.

Alan said in a low voice: "I see, you can change the number." ”

"Change the number?" the thug was startled.

But if you think about it, you can! Because the vote is numbered, and everybody has to go to the poll with a numbered bib.

Still, who is what number, although it has already been decided after the end of the first round, it is up to them to decide.

From the very beginning, when I was still eating buffet at the casino, the manager said: You can choose your own number.

The thug scolded: "The number is not fixed, I didn't have a number at first, the five numbers were in the hands of the flat-headed man, and then I picked up five, divided into three, and there were two left, so it became that I was the first and second number." ”

"You thought of it a long time ago! It's so insidious, you gave No. 3 to that drunk in order to save this woman!"

The magician said in a low voice: "No, this number was stolen by himself." ”

The wheat-colored beauty maintained: "Don't talk nonsense, just now I pulled him to make love and took off his clothes on the ground, so that the drunk had a chance." ”

The thug sneered, "Tsk...... Even more insidious, you are afraid that giving it directly will make him suspect your purpose and then think of your conspiracy. ”

"So you're deliberately giving him a chance to steal your number. Actually, you would have exchanged your number with this woman a long time ago. ”

"In this way, even if that drunkard imagines the possibility of changing numbers, in the dark, he will mistakenly think that he is taking your number four, not this woman's number three!

The magician sighed, "Well, whatever you may say, in short, he stole the number himself, and he died in his own greed." ”

"Number Three was executed, and it was he who died. This means that the number can indeed be transferred to the host. Whether it's picking it up, or actively exchanging it. ”

"So...... The four of us can work together. ”

The thug said, "What cooperation?"

"I think I heard you say just now...... His corpse was bloody to the touch?" said the magician.

The thugs were silent.

The magician said, "In other words, you just took the three number plates from the corpse! ”

The thug was furious, he was angry that the magician had said something wrong, he had only touched two number plates just now! But the magician said he had picked up three?

"Nonsense......" the thug scolded, but hesitated.

Because at the beginning of the game, everyone said that no one was allowed to take away other people's number plates, no matter what form!

This rule is still set by himself!

The "......" thug realizes that the magician did not foul, because it was the drunkard who stole it, and it was the drunkard who committed the foul.

And he just touched two signs from the corpse, and at this moment he admits that it is a handle!

In the future, the magician can use this to him at any time!

"I ...... Grass mud horse, I didn't take it!" The little gangster is stupid, he now has four brands, but he is framed for five brands, and he doesn't dare to admit it.

Whether it's four brands or five, he's going to be the target of everyone.

The magician said, "Didn't you take it?

Alain smiled, "Okay. ”

The two groped, but they didn't find the sign on the drunkard's body, and they all groped the ground, no.

"Boy, have you forgotten that I didn't raise my hand before? Well, how about I give you my brand?" Alain laughed, and suddenly threw his brand into the thug's hand.

The thug instinctively caught it, and then was startled.

"Huh?" he realized that if the vote kills the brand holder, then no brand is actually the best!

If there is no brand, there is no number, no matter which one of the 1~12 is killed by others, it is useless!

This is equivalent to directly withdrawing from the most cruel 'voting and killing' project, and people who don't have a brand can neither vote for others nor be voted for!

Invincible!

"Fark, you two!" the thug reacted, and let out a cold sweat.

He now has five cards in his hand, which is equivalent to having five votes, which sounds awesome, but in fact, the probability of being killed is nearly half!

The so-called number plate, in this game, has become a hot potato!

It's not just a game of voting to kill!

......