As soon as the glasses man No. 7 finished speaking, the elite man No. 1 couldn't wait to launch a counterattack.

"Listen, how does No. 7's speech sound like a fortune teller? I am the real fortune teller. As for why the undead didn't kill me, the reason is very simple. They just want to discredit my identity so that you can vote me out.

There are also exorcists and spiritualists. It’s time for you. If you are still alive, jump out quickly and stop hiding!”

Mo Shouchen thought for a while, but finally did not reveal his identity, because one of the two diviners must be eliminated today. In this way, whether the eliminated person is an undead will become the most critical clue in tomorrow's voting.

So in order to avoid this situation from happening, the undead must kill the spiritualist tonight. If he wants to survive, the wisest choice now is to shut up.

Seeing no one responded for a long time, elite man No. 1 said again: "Do you remember that yesterday No. 7 voted for No. 6? If he really found out that I was an undead, why didn't he vote for me? This shows that he is not a good person at all.

You're not a fortune teller, No. 2 and No. 4, don't forget you are good people I found out, you vote for No. 7 with me this time, and then vote for No. 3 tomorrow, we will win!"

The little boy No. 2 did not answer. He just smiled at the elite man No. 1. The smile was intriguing. The long-haired woman No. 4 just lowered her head, as if she was thinking about who to vote for.

However, Mo Shouchen heard a problem from what Elite Man No. 1 just said.

Elite man No. 1 is not a spiritualist, so he has no way of knowing the identities of the eliminated fat man No. 5 and the sloppy uncle No. 6. But he just said that he would win if he eliminated No. 7 first and then No. 3. How could he, a diviner, know the identity of the eliminated men?

Where are the two other undead?

So he is lying!

Seeing that no one was talking, little boy No. 2 breathed a sigh of relief, and then said: "I have to go to bed at 9 o'clock. I will count to three. Let's vote together, one!"

The man with glasses No. 7 took out his mobile phone and put it on the table.

"two!"

Elite man No. 1 swallowed and glanced at the long-haired woman No. 4.

"three!"

No one abstained in this round, and all five people cast their own votes. However, what Elite Man No. 1 did not expect was that he actually had four votes.

"You...why are you..."

Elite Man No. 1 pointed at the long-haired woman No. 4 tremblingly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end he just gave a desperate forced smile and did not say a word.

"Wow..."

A piece of decorative patterned glass suddenly shattered and fell down on the ceiling. This piece of glass was not much bigger than the palm of your hand. Normally, even if it hit your head, it would only make a cut at most, but this small piece of glass directly cut 1

Elite Man No. 2 was split in half from the middle.

After the experience of the previous two days, everyone learned wisely this time. As soon as the voting results came out, everyone hid far away, so no one was splashed by the gushing blood.

The situation is now very clear. From the behavior of elite man No. 1 before his death, it can be seen that he and the long-haired woman No. 4 are undead, so he showed a surprised expression when he saw his companions voting for him.

But Elite Man No. 1 has a total of four votes. Even if the long-haired woman No. 4 votes with him for the man with glasses No. 7, the outcome cannot be changed, so in the end he smiled helplessly and did not vote for the long-haired man No. 4.

Tell the girl's identity.

Now there is only one undead left on the field, there is no chance of a comeback, and there is a 100% chance that the fortune teller will be killed tonight, so in Mo Shouchen's view, he has already won in advance.

The others went upstairs without paying attention to the body of Elite Man No. 1, but Mo Shouchen stayed. Although Elite Man No. 1 was an undead, he left a good impression on Mo Shouchen, especially at the end.

He never betrayed his accomplices in revenge. This alone is worthy of admiration.

Mo Shouchen dragged the carpet from the living room to the dining room, then dragged the two halves of the body of Elite Man No. 1 onto the carpet and put them together. Finally, he rolled up the body with the carpet and dragged it into the toilet. Although the handling was a bit sloppy, it was considered to be the most benevolent thing.

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At midnight, Mo Shouchen turned on the TV and summoned the ghost of Elite Man No. 1, who had been split in half. He asked about his identity and found out that he was indeed an undead.

However, after explaining his identity, Elite Man No. 1 did not angrily hit the screen, but quietly waited for the TV to turn off automatically. It seemed that even if he died, he would still be an elite ghost with quality and identity.

Another room.

Little boy No. 2 was lying on the bed, with his crossed legs constantly drawing circles in the air. He said to himself: "I didn't expect that a fortune teller like me could survive to the end. I really have to thank No. 7 for that.

He jumped out to block the knife for me, but it's a pity that I don't know his name, otherwise I would really have to burn more paper for him when I go back."

Just when little boy No. 2 was feeling proud, the lights in the room suddenly flickered twice and then went out. The night light in the bathroom emitted a faint blue light, illuminating the room in an eerie and terrifying way.

"How is it possible? Why would you choose me? No. 7 is obviously more like a fortune teller!"

Little boy No. 2 suddenly sat up from the bed. At this time, he saw a bulge the size of a human head bulging on the sheets between his legs. Then the bulge grew higher and higher, as if someone was standing up from inside.

Suddenly, the bed sheet slipped down, and a pale face was revealed, with teacup-sized eyes staring straight at him...

Another night passed, and today is the last night. Early tomorrow morning, the surviving participants will be able to leave this blood-stained Villa No. 14.

At 8 o'clock in the evening, the remaining three people gathered downstairs. Mo Shouchen was a little surprised to see the man with glasses No. 7 still alive, but it made no difference to him who was alive. Anyway, the identity of the long-haired woman No. 4 was already obvious.

, as long as she is thrown out, the game is over.

Mo Shouchen glanced at the long-haired girl No. 4 apologetically. After all, he had to eliminate a woman, and he still felt somewhat guilty in his heart.

What he didn't expect was that the long-haired woman No. 4 snorted at him, and then said: "Don't look at me like that. Although I am an undead, it is not me who is eliminated tonight, but you!"

Hearing the long-haired girl No. 4 say that he was eliminated tonight, Mo Shouchen was shocked. Could it be that the glasses man No. 7 was also an undead.

But when I thought about it, it was wrong. The elite man No. 1 has been confirmed to be an undead, and the long-haired woman No. 4 has also admitted her identity as an undead. There are only two undead in the game, and the glasses man No. 7 cannot be an undead.

So why did the long-haired girl No. 4 say that? Was it a bluff? Or did she know that she was going to die, so she just said a few cruel words before she died?

Mo Shouchen was a little panicked. He always felt that he had overlooked something. At this moment, he suddenly remembered that the long-haired girl No. 4 voted for the elite man No. 1 yesterday. Could it be that she and the man with glasses No. 7 knew each other?

Want to join forces and cheat everyone?

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Thanks to the flowers of Acacia in the North, and to Liu Hengrun, Little Muddleheaded Fairy, Gao Chun, Zheng, Yaya loves ducks, Ma Niu

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