The blood strips that suddenly lost, the body that suddenly returned to the room.

The strange events were stacked on one another, causing panic among the survivors in the bunker.

"How is it possible...why me?"

Daizen Ueno could not believe what happened to him. He held onto the wall, and the effect of the hypnotic gases left him dizzy.

Wu You's expression did not change, and he just whispered: "In other words, the cultists appeared again."

Zhong Yirou shook, with a frightened expression on her face, "It's so weird. Isn't this game not involving unnatural things?" She glanced at Liu Chengwei's door, "And how did that corpse go back? Could it be that the ghost of the cultist is searching..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Ming slutted and stopped talking, "How is it possible! What nonsense!"

"Why is it just nonsense?" Zhong Yirou glanced at her mouth and continued, "What if it is really? What happened in the altar? How did Liu Chengwei die in the end? He died duel with Ueno Daicheng, and his last three lives were gone."

"Why aren't I the one who lost blood at night? It's not you Yang Ming, nor Wu You Lao Yu and the others, but Ueno?"

This was so hampered by Yang Ming that he could not refute it, but he did not believe in the theory of ghosts and gods. He must have been a real cultist who interfered with it.

An Wujiu stood quietly aside, putting his hand in his pocket. He glanced at Ueno Daseen. The other party looked very confused and leaned against the wall weakly, his eyes were empty and he couldn't say a word.

So An Wujiu, who had been silent for a long time, spoke lightly.

"There have been two nights of blood loss. According to the rules of staying, Liu Chengwei is indeed the only person who matches it. But he is dead. Do you really believe that a dead body can stand up and go to someone else's room to kill someone?"

The light from the porch of the lounge hits the angel's head from top to bottom, and the holy and beautiful lines become gloomy and weird at this moment, smiling like sorrow and closing eyes like sleeping.

Lao Yu said slowly: "There are indeed many unnatural things in the games I participated in before, but this game has been a simple survival game from the beginning. Will there be any saying of ghosts?"

"Will it..." He carefully gave another possibility, "The cultist is not Liu Chengwei at all."

"Not him?" Ueno stood in a daze, holding his hands on the wall, "Who else?"

This suspicion was like throwing a spark from the dead grass, and soon it started to set off a prairie fire.

Shen Ti's shoulders were against the wall, and he said nothing, and yawned himself.

Lao Yu frowned, "I'm just guessing. If there is someone else in the cult, why should everyone focus on Liu Chengwei? What was his purpose of framed Liu Chengwei?"

Wu You raised his eyes and said a possibility, "Maybe his black thread connects Liu Chengwei."

He grafted his black wire connection to others, but his face did not blush and his heart would not be beating.

"Oh, it's possible." Zhong Yirou thought for a while, "but if he just wanted to get rid of the black line, it seemed a bit unnecessary to just build such a big circle. And why did he kill Ueno again?"

"It feels more like to disturb the audio-visual." Lao Yu thought for a moment, "When several suspects appeared, everyone was not sure if there were really cultists, and they were not sure who had the greater suspicion. But at that time, Yang Ming had already asked us to fight three of us."

Wu You's eyes under the brim of his hat glanced at Yang Ming.

The suspect was thrown to Yang Ming, and he immediately said angrily: "I said that I am for everyone's good. If you don't force out the cultists as soon as possible, everyone will be in danger at night!"

"But even if there is a duel, you can't find out who is the real cult, right?" Lao Yu looked at him, with suspicion in his eyes, "Your real purpose is actually to kill someone with a knife."

"If you don't agree to the duel, no one can force you." Yang Ming sneered.

"Is that?" Lao Yu shook his head, "If we don't agree, let's not talk about Liu Chengwei. Just me and Zhong Yirou, you will join forces with your allies to fight us, or you can trade with the half of the supplies you didn't take out. How can we fight with you?"

When he talked about the key point, Yang Ming occupied an unshakable leadership position in the first half of the game.

"Yes." Zhong Yirou also turned her face and looked at Yang Ming, "Until yesterday, you insisted that Liu Chengwei must be a cult. What is the evidence?"

"If it were just because no one lost blood the night he was tied up, could this situation be manipulated?"

"Can't it be? The first time the blood is just to blame, the second time the blood is really trying to kill someone..."

At the end of the dispute, it turned out to be a great incitement.

Before he finished speaking, Ueno Daisei pounced on Yang Ming directly, grabbed his shoulder with both hands, and questioned him hoarsely.

"Do you want to kill me?? You told me that Liu Chengwei must be a cult and asked me to kill him! Now you get rid of him, and you want to kill me again! Are you cursing me?"

Yang Ming pushed him away, "You are crazy! I promised your alliance at the beginning. You betrayed me with ungratefulness and still have the face to ask me?"

"It's you... it's true..." Ueno stood up in a daze, "If you find a new tool, let us kill each other..."

"Enough!" Yang Ming stopped his words, afraid that he would continue, "You forgot what you said to me? You said your black line is Shen Ti and the red line is me. I beg me to help you. Now I bite me backward?"

Yang Ming spoke out his red and black thread in public, which was undoubtedly a public execution of Ueno, and he pulled off the last fig leaf.

It was not until this moment that Ueno finally realized that in Yang Ming's eyes, he was just an optional dog, a tool he used to check and balance others.

Once a replacement is found, he can be thrown away at will.

"Shengyin..." Ueno trembled all over and said a choice he had never imagined.

"I want to start a duel and fight Yang Ming."

After saying that, Ueno walked towards the duel room alone.

Yang Ming has always believed that he had held these chess pieces firmly in his hands. Even if they betrayed for the sake of profit, they never thought they would be bitten back.

After the request, the holy voice appears.

"Player Ueno Daiseki initiates a duel against player Yang Ming. Please enter the duel threshold battle."

But at this moment, the duel was a foregone conclusion and he could not force Ueno Daiseki to take back the decision.

An Wujiu, who secretly dominated everything, was like an audience member, without saying a word, but just followed everyone silently and went with them.

The long corridor wraps up the different desires in everyone's heart. Although An Wujiu is planning the result, this road still leads to an unknown journey.

Ueno stands on the duel threshold.

An Wujiu knew that the result was destined.

Yang Ming had no choice but to enter the duel threshold.

A weapon bar appeared above their heads. After scrolling, both of them selected the weapons as short swords.

"Are other characters joining the duel? Please select the camp you want to go to and pay all the blood bars on the character panel, and count one minute."

After the holy voice was finished, Yang Ming looked down at the field.

An Wujiu also looked over.

According to the plan, Wu You will stand on Yang Ming's side.

Wu You and Yang Ming combined the number of blood bars to 5, narrowly defeating Ueno Daseen's 4 blood bars.

No one will come forward to help Ueno Daiseki.

Judging from the existing red and black lines, there must be one person among Lao Yu and Zhong Yirou who cursed Ueno. At this time, whoever stands up will become clearer.

No one dares to take this step casually.

Among them, the only thing that can connect the red line to Ueno is to be careful.

Just as An Wujiu was calculating, he stepped into the duel threshold and stood beside Yang Ming.

Not Wu You.

It's just a coincidence that it's a serious warning.

A moment later, a short knife appeared in front of Chen Ti. He held the hilt and looked at Ueno opposite him. The gem-like eyes bent slightly, revealing a gentle smile, full of confusion.

"I heard that your black line is me, am I here now?"

After he stood in the camp, Yang Ming's face showed a sure-win expression.

An Wujiu was sure that he would not lose because Yang Ming was just at the end of his strength, but he still couldn't help looking at Chen Ti.

Is he really going to join Yang Ming’s camp?

It is true that the red line of Chen Ti connects Ueno, but if Ueno survives to the end, the score should be higher than him.

With this alone, Chendi would not leave him alive.

Everyone outside the duel threshold chose to watch the wall, and Ueno did not struggle for too long in the one-on-two battle.

At the end of the first game, Ueno was already scarred, and he was panting and kneeling on the ground.

After changing the perspective of watching the game, An Wujiu suddenly realized that Chen Ti could also act so fiercely, and his physical skills were far above his own estimate. But when he faced him, he obviously had restrained his moves and did not look like a duel at all.

I thought it was because of his character that he was already a careless person.

Yang Ming's physical fitness has never been trained, and he was stabbed several times by the mentally broken Ueno. When he saw blood, he became very nervous. After leaving the duel threshold, he hurriedly used supplies to heal his wounds.

"I won't participate!" Yang Ming said to Chen Ti, "You are fighting with him alone."

He originally thought that he would kill Zhong Yirou first today, but the number of duels every day was limited. If he duel with Zhong Yirou, Ueno Daiseong would definitely join the opponent's camp because of his revenge.

This is a troublesome thing.

It's better to get rid of Ueno first.

Seeing Chen Ti nodding at Yang Ming, An Wujiu suddenly didn't want to continue watching.

He didn't miss it, so he turned around and left.

Chen Ti in the duel threshold seemed to have received some sense, and also glanced at An Wujiu, not caring about what the weapon was in this round, staring at him until his back disappeared at the door of the duel room.

After leaving the duel room, An Wujiu returned to the storage room, sat alone eating bread and drinking water, replenishing his energy bar to a full state. At the same time, he checked the supplies of others. After Yang Ming's second allocation, the remaining people should be able to last until the end except for Ueno, who had no supplies.

While sitting in meditation, he recalled the dream he had, which seemed completely different from his memory.

The mother in my memory was extremely gentle and never blamed him at all.

Why does she seem to be possessed in the dream?

Is it because dreams are opposite?

Is the holy altar a holy place for gold rushing or a kind of gangster of the same kind?

Shengyin kept reporting on the battle situation, causing An Wujiu's thoughts to repeatedly pull. In the end, he came out of the storage room and had already heard the news of Ueno Daiseki's death before he even walked to the living room.

"The player Ueno Daisei, his blood bar is zeroed, and he dies."

This manipulated piece was eventually completely abandoned.

An Wujiu's wandering eyes returned to focus, and he stood up and walked towards the living room.

It seems that Zhong Yirou did not fulfill the agreement and used his ability to restore blood strips to Ueno, who was dying.

In the corridor, he heard the quarrel between Zhong Yirou and Yang Ming. Walking out of the corridor, the light hit his face inch by inch.

"I will launch a duel against you now," Yang Ming's voice was very firm, "Shengyin, I want to launch a duel against Zhong Yirou!"

Yang Ming was bound to get seven points from Zhong Yirou, and he probably wanted to do this a long time ago.

However, Shengyin replied so.

"The duels are full today and we cannot initiate a duel."

Zhong Yirou felt relieved for a moment and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"This is God's will. Some people are so determined to kill, so I'd better use the skills to increase blood bars twice on myself."

She smiled and patted her chest, opened her game panel, and clicked on it. The panel beeped, "What if the resurrected cult appears again in the night and kill my life?"

An Wujiu spoke softly, "If you use it, the final reward points will be less than 10,000 points."

Ten thousand points are not a small amount, and it is very likely that the reward points for this round of game are not so many.

"It's okay, I've used it. If you can, you can breastfeed. The most important thing is to live." She said to Yang Ming on purpose, "I don't want to wake up and find that I'm dead. What can I do if I have skills? I'm useless even if I die, but it's a loss."

As long as you live until nine o'clock tomorrow morning, everything will be over.

Unable to initiate a duel, Yang Ming was angry and annoyed, thinking that it was because of his emotions that he would miscalculate. Ueno's four lives were too difficult to fight, and he should leave the chance of the last duel to Zhong Yirou.

But he also knew that even if he really used the duel opportunity to Zhong Yirou, she could still prosper her life.

In any case, this night will surely pass like this.

The bullying, vicious fighting, suspicion and intrigue among the eight people will inevitably end after the sacred music is played tomorrow morning.

This is the last night.

Shen Ti drank the last of the water and lay alone on the bed.

When he left the living room, the clock showed 11:45. He wanted to stay there and see what would appear in the small wooden door open under the quartz clock.

But at that time he was about to enter forced sleep, and he didn't want to fall down on the last night.

His index finger gently tapped the edge of the wooden bed, making a regular sound, which coincided with the clock second hand that was separated by a long corridor. However, his eyes wandered around and finally froze on his wrist.

The marks of the handcuffs were not completely eliminated, and they were like scars that were about to heal, staying on the surface of the skin. He lifted them up, as if they were savoring the traction before he could recall them.

The feeling of being restrained is strange, but it is not bad.

He thought of the night he entered An Wujiu's room, and he said to himself.

"It's getting late." It's time to leave.

The moment the hypnotic gas was released, the fingers that were pounding suddenly stopped.

Half dreaming and half awake, he suddenly figured out something.

All the chaotic thoughts gathered at this moment.

He was like a cat that was against a ball of yarn, constantly searching and scratching his claws, but at some point he suddenly saw the undetectable thread.

Then he smiled, before forced to fall asleep.

I will definitely have a beautiful dream tonight, think carefully.

On the morning of the fifth day, An Wujiu woke up almost the first time the medicine had dissipated, and after opening his eyes, he went straight to the living room.

The second hand is still moving little by little.

6:23 am.

He was the first person to appear here, so he did nothing to do and did something boring.

Soon, others appeared one after another. This was the last few hours that determined their destiny. Even with the forced gas, the huge desire to survive could not make people sleep peacefully.

Yang Ming is the second person to arrive.

He looked around for a while and found that Zhong Yirou had not come out yet, and he kept scanning the quartz clock in the living room.

It was just after 8 o'clock when Zhong Yirou came out. Strangely, she did not change her cheongsam, nor did she change her hairstyle, and she didn't even wear makeup, and she looked panicked.

"I used two opportunities to add blood strips before going to bed last night. There should be three." Zhong Yirou clicked on his panel, "But I lost a blood last night."

Her head showed the number of blood bars now, and indeed, there were only two left.

Lao Yu murmured: "The cultists are still among us..."

Yang Ming, who was standing by, didn't care about this matter at all, but laughed loudly.

No matter what kind of cult he is not a cult, now is the time. Zhong Yirou only has the last two lives left, so he must fight quickly.

"Shenzhen!" He turned around and signaled to Shizhen leaning against the wall, "Go up now."

At this moment, Yang Ming was unwilling to initiate a duel by himself, because if this was the case, Chen Ti might suddenly turn against the enemy. He had only one life and had to act safely.

Perhaps out of the contract, he was stern and did not resist, "I have launched a duel against Zhong Yirou."

Shengyin immediately responded, "The player is honest and launched a duel against the player Zhong Yirou."

"Please respond as soon as possible, and take five minutes."

The moment Zhong Yirou stepped into the scarlet light curtain, she looked very panicked. She kept turning her head to look at the others. She could not refuse the duel and hoped to get help from anyone present.

The first one to stand up was An Wujiu.

He stepped into the duel threshold and stood behind Zhong Yirou.

Chen Ti stared at An Wujiu's face, and a subtle smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Yang Ming, who was outside the duel threshold, began to laugh at him unscrupulously, "Chen Ti has eight blood bars. What is your blood bar? Did you come up with him after you wanted to die?"

An Wujiu didn't speak.

Yang Ming was unhappy, but he was still calculating.

An Wujiu stood in line with Zhong Yirou, and the old man who had a crush on him would definitely stand up in order not to let An Wujiu die. In this way, the total number of blood bars on one side was eight.

Chen Ti can let Wu You go up here, including one of his own blood bars, a total of 13.

Crushing victory.

But just when Yang Ming felt a little relieved, the second person walked up.

It was Wu You who had been ambushing in Yang Ming's camp for a long time.

He just watched Wu You enter the duel threshold, walked towards Zhong Yirou step by step, and finally stopped beside An Wujiu.

Yang Ming began to realize something was wrong.

"Wu You! What are you doing?"

Under the brim of the hat, Wu You's expression did not have much emotional ups and downs, but just whispered, "Zhong Yirou's red line connects me."

"Are you crazy or stupid? If she is even the one who is in her, you will help her?"

"She helped me." Wu You's face did not change and continued to make reasons.

"You are really unreasonable! I was blind to help you!" Yang Ming was furious, but he tried hard to convince himself to calm down and think about the status quo.

Chen Ti has 8 blood bars on this side, and Lao Yu is also 8 on the other side.

No, there is not much time left. You must kill Zhong Yirou.

Before Lao Yu could take action outside the duel threshold, Yang Ming took the lead and came to Chen Ti's side.

"This is what you want to go against me yourself. Once you enter the duel threshold, you will not have the chance to go back on your word."

Shengyin appears, "Are there any other players joining this duel?"

At this moment, Lao Yu was the only one left outside the duel. An Wujiu turned his face and looked at him. His expression seemed to be different from the past, as if he was deliberately avoiding his own eyes.

Similarly, he also avoided the issue of Shengyin.

"The faction selection ends, duel threshold is closed."

At this moment, Yang Ming seemed to have won the victory and laughed, "Even your red line is not willing to help you! This is your life, you are safe!"

An Wujiu was also thinking about the reason for Lao Yu's actions, although he never thought he could do it completely. Lao Yu's abandonment still surprised him.

"Why?" During the gap between the system's selection of weapons, he looked at Lao Yu, his eyes were so clear that he seemed out of place in this arena.

"Why do you ask me?" Old Yu also looked at him, and a hint of revenge appeared in his eyes, "Why did you change my thread?"

In just a moment, An Wujiu understood.

He turned his head and looked at Chen Ti.

Yang Ming is already full of expectations for An Wujiu's destined death.

"What else is nonsense? Tell me your last words!"

The scrolling weapon bar finally stopped.

"The weapons of both sides of this duel are samurai swords. The countdown begins."

After the countdown is over, Chen Ti launches an attack as soon as possible.

The sword light flashed through An Wujiu's fair face.

He is contradictory, An Wujiu in the duel threshold has only one last life, and he is unwilling to let him die.

On the other hand, he seemed to believe in the person in front of him. He knew that no matter what kind of state, whether it was kind or evil, An Wujiu, who stood opposite him, would not give up his life easily.

Instead of attacking An Wujiu, he attacked other people with a slightly stroked nature.

An Wujiu was also surprised. Although he was in a normal state at the moment, he didn't seem to have a strong stress reaction when facing the duel like he did for the first time.

Even so, An Wujiu still did not take the initiative to attack, but instead protected Wu You and Zhong Yirou.

When the tip of the knife was swung in front of An Wujiu's eyes, Chen Ti spoke softly, the sound was close to the cold wind that was brought, and stopped instantly.

"what's on your mind?"

An Wujiu used his knife to hold him and resist the attack.

A very light and ethereal word fell to Chen Ti's ears.

"You'll find out soon."

Soon it is a very complex and very subjective concept of time.

Soon, their unbalanced duel was coming to an end, and the blood bars of the weak side were quickly lost.

While An Wujiu was trying to protect Zhong Yirou, Yang Ming sneaked behind him. The samurai sword in his hand flashed with a cold light, stabbed hard from An Wujiu's back and pierced through his body.

The moment he pulled out the long sword, blood splattered out, splashing on Shen Ti's windbreaker.

Almost subconsciously, Chen Ti stretched out his arm and held An Wujiu, who was about to kneel down on the ground, almost subconsciously seeing that the blood strips on An Wujiu's head were flowing rapidly.

"You are just a blood bar, and you will be gone if you die!" Yang Ming loosened his hand, and the bloody knife fell to the ground, making a metal sound. He laughed, like crazy, shouting, "I won, I finally won this time."

Wu You stared at Yang Ming coldly, and calculated the time in his mind according to the method given to him by Professor An Wujiu.

In an instant, the entire bunker played the music of the choir, and the holy music reached everyone's ears, but the tip of the nose smelled an indelible smell of blood, like a bloody baptism.

And An Wujiu's blood bar is about to return to zero.

"It's nine o'clock! I won, I really won!" Yang Ming became more and more crazy. He shouted to the ceiling, trying to win the championship faster.

His noise was so incompatible with the sacred music in the bunker.

Shengyin broadcasts the results without emotion.

"This round of duel ends, Chenwei's camp won."

"The player is safe and sound..."

Just like a malfunction, Shengyin suddenly stopped and stopped making any more sound.

"It's not that fast yet."

A familiar voice appeared behind her, causing Yang Ming's spine to cool down.

How could it be...

Every muscle he was extremely stiff, and turned his mind like a puppet, shocked almost swallowing his reason.

An Wujiu, who had just "dead", came back to life.

His zeroed blood bar did disappear, but a complete, new blood bar appeared.

Yang Ming immediately reacted, and pointed at Zhong Yirou, "It's you, you lied to me!"

"The soldiers never get tired of deceit." Zhong Yirou smiled charmingly, and the panic that was just now was all pretending. The calm charm on her face was the real one.

"That's what's interesting. Will you watch movies without reversals?"

Yang Ming was furious, and suddenly let go of his eyebrows and sneered: "So what if I'm not dead? The holy music has been played, and it's past nine o'clock!" He stared at An Wujiu fiercely, "You still lost!"

An Wujiu in Chen Ti's arms grinned, and there was bright red blood between his teeth.

Just a laugh made others tell his "mutation". The knife that Yang Ming pierced out again forced An Wujiu to a dark state.

"It hurts so much." An Wujiu covered his stomach, stood up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his fingers, then smiled and raised his chin.

"Wu You."

Hearing An Wujiu's instructions, Wu You spoke in a deep voice.

"Shengyin, I want to duel with Yang Ming."

Yang Ming frowned, almost subconsciously, his legs moved uncontrollably, and retreated away from this terrible duel threshold.

"What……"

But An Wujiu's bloody smile and the emotionally-free holy voice shattered his fantasy.

"Player Wu You initiated a duel against player Yang Ming."

"Please respond as soon as possible, and take five minutes."

Yang Ming couldn't even accept this matter, let alone challenged.

He was shocked and hissed, "How is it possible? It's impossible, it's time! It's already past nine o'clock now!"

Lao Yu, who was outside the duel threshold, didn't understand what was going on.

Originally, An Wujiu was dead, and he thought he could at least get his survival score, which was almost an unexpected surprise.

The game is clearly over, why does it still happen?

"It's nine o'clock..." Yang Ming shouted at the top of his lungs and knelt on the ground. A pair of legs appeared in front of him. The man squatted down. Suddenly, he squeezed his chin with one hand, forcing him to raise his face and look at him.

In front of him was An Wujiu, who had an elegant smile, and his mouth was covered in blood, making him look like a terrifying ogre. He licked the blood on his lips and curled his lips, "Remember what I said before, about horror movie skills?"

He was extremely strong, and his flesh and blood were turned white when he pinched his fingertips.

"Since you stabbed me and made me normal, I will teach you another little trick." After saying that, An Wujiu approached Yang Ming's ear and said two words softly.

"trick."

He laughed, and after laughing enough, he let go of his hand, patted Yang Ming's confused face, and said in a rather regretful tone, "Your brain is not suitable for being a villain."

"It's better for me to do it."

"Do you still remember the quartz clock in the living room?" An Wujiu stood up, put his hands behind his back, turned around playfully, stretched out his hand, made a twisting move, and spoke in a low voice.

"I adjusted him for twenty minutes this morning."

"Don't you think..." An Wujiu raised his eyebrows and the smile on his face disappeared.

"Is that wonderful night last night particularly short? Idiot."

A brief success and huge failure crushed Yang Ming's reason. He stood there in a daze, and after hearing a quiet chuckling, he seemed to grab a life-saving straw.

He stretched out his hands anxiously to grab Chen Wei's legs.

This time there was no more commanding dictatorship, but instead begged, "Chenti, Chenti... hurry up, help me kill them! Please, help me kill them!"

Chen Ti showed a sorry expression on his handsome face, and there was a hint of cuteness in the gentleman.

"Sorry, you get what you pay for."

"The music has been played, and our cooperation is over."

He pulled away from the dull Yang Ming's hand, and stepped onto An Wujiu's side step by step.

"Why do you want to help him..." Yang Ming followed his footsteps and murmured.

"Why?" Chen Ti smiled and held An Wujiu's shoulder. "This is a good question. If you don't say it, I'm embarrassed to throw my baggage."

He clapped his hands, "Shengyin, I want to disclose my red line."

Then he hit An Wujiu's shoulder again, "You're public, too."

"Do you want to serve easter eggs so soon? The order is not right." Looking at Yang Ming's poor look, An Wujiu was as if he was kind to give him a good intention, "Okay, since there is not much time anyway, let's make it public."

This is the first time that someone has taken the initiative to make their own lines public.

Shengyin appears: "The player red line will be released soon."

In a blink of an eye, many red light spots appeared around the two men, like fireflies, flowing in the air, gradually gathering into two slender red lines.

A glowing red line wrapped around Chenwei's wrist, then extended to the other end, hooking An Wujiu's wrist bone, wrapping it tightly around.

The other is the opposite path, surrounding the same person.

Chen Ti smiled and raised his wrist, just like the handcuffs he showed.

"Did you see it? We have a two-way secret relationship."

Yang Ming's eyes were dull, and he understood.

Chen Ti copied An Wujiu's ability to change lines.

The red and black lines that Lao Yu just now were not replaced by peace and bluntness, but were careful.

This is his long-planned secret love.

Yang Ming knew that he had lost, but he never thought that he would lose so completely and embarrassingly.

But that's what An Wujiu wants.

He doesn't just want to win.

It is a way to win that completely destroys the opponent's will.

A white confrontation countdown appears above the scarlet duel threshold.

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1.

"Player Yang Ming did not respond to the battle, and this round of duel directly determines that player Wu You won."

"Yang Ming's blood count returned to zero and died."

"No..." Yang Ming didn't even finish his last reluctance, and the blood strips on his head turned cold gray. He once thought he was sure to win and became a corpse in an instant and fell heavily.

Only a body of dust was raised.

There was no trace of pity in An Wujiu's eyes.

Not exciting enough.

He seemed to feel no emotion, and even the death of the enemy could only slightly make him feel a little happiness.

This happiness is like a fog that is not real to see through a piece of frosted glass.

Far from enough.

He turned his face and looked at Lao Yu outside the duel. The expression on his face was very interesting and shocked.

Lao Yu whispered, "You did all this."

"Yes." An Wujiu spread his arms and nodded cynically, "It's me."

He had no intention of admitting guilt and was even proud of himself.

"That cult..."

An Wujiu looked at Wu You, "Little Devil, you are the one who directed this scene, you can tell me."

Wu You whispered: "There are no cults at all."

"It was the inspiration given to me by "The Last Supper". What could be more likely to stir people's hearts than a traitor who was mixed in?" An Wujiu laughed, took a step forward to him, left the duel threshold, and faced with Lao Yu, saying something that made him feel cold all over.

"Don't you understand yet? The cultists are you and Wu You."

Lao Yu couldn't believe it, "What?"

It turns out that there are reasons for the marks on my ankle and the wear and tear on my back.

"You must be very strange. How could Wu You enter your room and drag you out? If you are in the room and he is outside the door, it is obvious that your door cannot be opened."

That's right, he hit the puzzled part of Lao Yu's heart.

An Wujiu shrugged, "In fact, he didn't open your door by himself at all, nor did he need to."

Lao Yu still frowned and did not understand the essence.

"I just said it, now you forgot?" An Wujiu wiped the blood from the lower half of his face with his hands, "Time is my tool."

"I turned the quartz clock faster in the morning. So what you think is 9 o'clock is not really 9 o'clock. But this is not the first time I've changed the time."

An Wujiu tilted his head, his blood-stained face was pure, showing a subtle, naive and cruel feeling.

"On the first day I entered the bunker, I slowed down the quartz clock in the living room for five minutes."

Just after he was bullied by Ueno and Liu Chengwei.

"So the clock shows 12 o'clock, not 12 o'clock, but 5 o'clock after 12 o'clock."

"These five minutes are enough to make you faint from the hypnotic gas."

It turned out... he had a time difference, which made him mistakenly think that it was not time to force sleep, so he was forced to fall asleep outdoors.

An Wujiu continued patiently and gently, as detailed as a professional butcher taught himself how to dissect a livestock.

"I instruct Wu You to chat with you at night, hold you until it's almost 11:50, and then let him pretend to tell you inadvertently that it's getting late and it's time to go back. When you pass through one corridor after another, walk side by side to the porch of the lounge, stand at the door and say good night to each other, the hypnotic gas will almost control your brain."

He let out a vivid thud.

"When you open the door and faint on the ground, Wu You dragged you to Yang Ming's door, pulled your hand up and opened Yang Ming's door. Then dragged you two to the duel threshold one by one."

Speaking of this, An Wujiu showed a glad smile, "Do you know how coincidental? Your duel is not weapons."

Lao Yu looked in surprise in the direction of Wu You.

All the way, Wu You took off his burden and said softly: "That's right, so I covered Yang Ming's mouth and nose with your hands, suffocated him to death, and then dragged you back."

"But I woke up in bed."

"Yeah." Wu You said, "So I will open Yang Ming's door with your hands first, then drag him in and back to the bed. At this time, my energy bar has lost half of it, so I will go back to the pantry, eat bread and drink water, use medicine, and wait until my energy bar gradually recovers to be able to withstand another foul, and then come out and send you back to your bed. After doing this, I will replenish supplies."

"But where did you get so much supplies?"

"I gave it to you." Zhong Yirou raised her hand, "We are raising our whole family to support this little child labor."

No wonder.

When the wheel battle was in the first round, Lao Yu was very surprised why Wu You entered the duel threshold and the energy bar was full.

When everyone arrived at that time, because they did not eat and drink water in time, the energy bar would be more or less damaged, unless there were a large amount of supplies.

He never imagined that the teenager in front of him would have completed such a secret trip to Chen Cang so carefully.

Unexpectedly, An Wujiu, who was surrounded by enemies on the surface, had carefully planned a series of condoms in his arms as early as the first day.

"I also moved Liu Chengwei's body." Wu You confessed, "Brother Wujiu said, scaring you, and making everyone more confused because of unnatural phenomena."

If a person stays in a closed environment for a long time, his thoughts will become dull and his suspicion will become heavier.

"So that's it." After hearing this, Lao Yu showed a relieved smile on his face.

He looked at Shen Ti, "You joined them too, and then changed my line?"

Shen Ti curled his lips, "I wasn't invited by someone, maybe I'm not worthy."

"I didn't want to change your line because I didn't even think about going to the next round."

"But I suddenly changed my mind."

His expression became very serious.

"It's quite interesting to force a crush on someone I want to crush on."

After all, the bunker suddenly shaking, the murals on the ceiling and the Bible in the niches covered the dark red carpet on the ground, and everything seemed to be about to collapse.

In a blink of an eye, the red light curtain in the duel room shattered and turned into many light particles, and the same was true for the wall.

Everything around it turns into chaos.

They were in chaos and heard the holy voice.

"Congratulations to all players for survival in this round of game."

"The following is the settlement of survival value scores for you."

"The player Lao Yu has a survival value of 3 points. After being forced to change the line, the red line is connected to Ueno but Ueno dies and cannot get his score. The black line is connected to An Wujiu but An Wujiu survives and cannot get his score. Lao Yu scores a total of 3 points."

"Player Wu You has a survival value of 5 points, the red line connects Lao Yu and Lao Yu to survive, and his survival value is 3 points, and the black line connects Liu Chengwei and Liu Chengwei to die, and his survival value is 2 points. Wu You scores a total of 10 points."

"The player Zhong Yirou has his own survival value of 7 points. The red line connects Wu You and Wu You survives. His survival value is 5 points. The black line connects Lao Yu but Lao Yu survives and cannot get his score. Zhong Yirou scores a total of 12 points."

"The player has a survival value of 1 point. After actively changing the line, the red line connects An Wujiu and An Wujiu to survive. The survival value is 4 points. The black line connects Ueno Dacheng and Ueno dies. The survival score is 6. The total score of Chen Ti is 11 points."

"The player's survival value is 4 points. After actively changing the line, the red line connects Shenti and Shenti to survive. The survival value is 1 point. The black line connects Yang Ming and Yang Ming dies. The survival value is 8 points."

"An Wujiu scored a total of 13 points."

The chaos around gradually turned into a clear and pure white.

Shengyin announced the final result.

"Congratulations to the top four players on their successful pass and becoming the survivor of "Red and Black Killing".

"After returning to reality, you will receive reward points for this game and trading points for you. At the same time, you will have 24 hours of free time."

"Please abide by the rules of the altar and return to the game cabin on time. Otherwise, we will directly [eliminate] the survivors."

"Remember that surviving is temporary, and death is immortality."

As soon as he finished speaking, the pure white surroundings turned completely black. An Wujiu felt the huge gravity and lay down to the ground.

The moment his back touched the ground, he opened his eyes.

At this moment, he was not on the ground, but in the game cabin that Zhong Yirou said.

This small game cabin is like a freezer. His face is covered with a ventilator and many input tubes are inserted into his arms, probably to prevent food from being unable to consume during the game. He specially made a nutritional replenishment system.

In the game, he had already changed into a white shirt, but at this moment, he was wearing an initialized black top.

The wrist injury was very serious and there were no stitches.

The hair is still long.

An Wujiu took off the ventilator, unplugged the tubes one by one, and came out of the game cabin.

When my feet stepped on the ground, my legs were all weak. I looked up and saw a huge, vast door in front of me.

This is a warehouse that is amazing.

An Wujiu turned around and his heart became even more sank.

Behind him are countless game cabins, on the ground, on the second floor, and even on the walls.

All living people lie inside.

Turning back, he walked towards the gate. The long-lost light made him unable to open his eyes and could only raise his hand to block it.

In a daze, he heard a familiar voice.

"Without any fault."

Looking in the sound, he saw a tall figure. The sequelae of the strong light made his current vision wonderful, filled with rainbow-colored aperture.

Very familiar, those green pupils appeared.

"Long time no see."

An Wujiu was stunned.

“…it’s been a long time?”

Chen Ti held his shoulder and smiled very pleasingly.

"Handsome guy, I'm homeless now. Can you take me in?"

An Wujiu looked up and looked at him quietly for a long time.

He is different from himself. The clothes he wears have not changed at all, and the length of his hair has not changed at all.

But Chen Ti held the Guanyin mask that had been split by An Wujiu in the game in his hand, but the mask is now intact, as if there has never been a duel.

An Wujiu lowered his head and touched his abdomen, and the wound that was pierced by Yang Ming was gone.

Sure enough, what happened in the game will not affect real life.

Then the injury on his wrist can only happen in reality, so when initializing it into the game, it will be directly brought into the game world.

"Hello."

When An Wujiu heard his voice, he came to his senses. He saw Chen Ti lowering his head, approaching him very close, and almost touching his nose.

"Why did you ignore me? I asked you for help."

Looking at this moment, An Wujiu, who was outside the game, seemed to see a puppy, who would still wag his tail desperately to pretend to be pitiful.

This wonderful fantasy made An Wujiu feel interesting and unfamiliar.

"I don't believe you are homeless." His tone was simple and straightforward, and he had no intention of taking into account the other person's feelings. "You don't have a few truths about what you said."

"How can you say that to me?" Chen Ti once again covered his heart, looking aggrieved, "I'm loyal to you."

Is it the kind of loyalty that forcibly aims the arrow of secret love at him?

An Wujiu still didn't believe it and left the game factory on his own. The outside world was strange and familiar to him, with gray, humid air and a faint smell of chemicals. When he looked up, he could see the false blue artificial sky.

The factory location seemed very remote, surrounded by endless wasteland, scattered with abandoned aircraft wreckage. An Wujiu walked on a road that didn't know where to go, and Chen Ti followed him.

"Don't you check your points? You are the first place and you should get a lot."

Listening to his words, An Wujiu stopped and found that in reality, he could also open his game panel. There was a message at the top of the panel, which was the result of the previous round of game push.

[Altar:

Congratulations to players An Wujiu for winning the first place in "Red and Black Killing". Your reward points total 20,000 holy coins, which have been included in the panel.

The results of other players will be announced for you. The second place is player Zhong Yirou, and the points obtained are 15,000 holy coins; the third place is player Chen Ti, and the points obtained are 10,000 holy coins; the fourth place is player Wu You, and the points obtained are 5,000 holy coins.]

There is really a big gap between classes.

Immediately afterwards, An Wujiu saw his trading information.

[The contract you signed has taken effect and the promised points will be distributed to other survivors.]

A warm breath suddenly appeared in his ears. An Wujiu turned his head and rubbed his nose across Chen Ti's cheeks.

He took a step back with caution.

"What are you doing?"

Chen Ti was serious, "You are really lying to others. I felt very strange when you signed the contract. I kept saying that I had 50,000 points, but when I drafted the contract, I did not state the specific numbers."

His palm slid to the right and a visible panel appeared. The transaction points he received from An Wujiu were only 1428.6

"It's too dark. Three people died and eliminated one, but it's still calculated based on seven equal parts. It's really dark."

An Wujiu didn't feel any guilt at all about this. He pursed his lips and a long-lost joy appeared in his heart.

"I'm really lied to others." He blinked slowly, "Everyone is lied to others."

A new transaction message appeared on the honest panel, which was a 5,000-point income.

"What are you?"

Chen Ti tilted his head, "Of course this is my reward for lying to others."

Just as the two were talking, a huge engine roar appeared. An Wujiu turned his head and saw a motorcycle racing on the road near the other end of the game warehouse.

But the motorcycle did not drive straight out of here, but drifted like a show of skills and stopped in front of them.

There was a slim figure in a tight motorcycle suit on the car.

She stepped down, took off the motorcycle helmet on her head, and shook her black and beautiful hair.

"You guys are walking so slowly."

Zhong Yirou smiled brightly.

He actually can ride a motorcycle.

This contrast surprised An Wujiu a little.

Zhong Yirou put his helmet under his arm and came to An Wujiu, "Where are you going? I'll take you for a ride?"

Before An Wujiu could speak, Chen Ti first inserted into the middle of the two.

"If you have a short ride, what should I do? Follow you and run."

Zhong Yirou laughed, "It's not impossible! Your legs are so long, so you should run much faster than us."

An Wujiu couldn't help it, and laughed softly, glanced at Chen Ti again. The other party didn't look defeated at all.

Chen Ti pulled An Wujiu to his side, "The beauty should go home by herself."

Although Chen Ti is a weird person, An Wujiu thought about it and said that if he took a ride-sharing, it would seem unfair to him.

He looked forward and saw that the road was so long.

Will there be bad things happening when you walk alone?

"I'd better be with him." An Wujiu looked particularly well-behaved when he said this, which made Zhong Yirou stunned.

"No." Zhong Yirou looked at the two people in front of her with a strange look, "You can't really... that one."

"That?" An Wujiu was still confused, and Chen Ti directly reached out to see the guests, "Go away quickly, sister, be careful when driving on the road. Remember to hide when you see the electronic dog."

Zhong Yirou had no choice but to step into the car with a worried look on her face and put on a helmet.

"Then what, I can't control anything else, you... remember to take good measures, safety first."

An Wujiu didn't understand, "Measures?"

"Oh by the way." Zhong Yirou thought of something, opened her panel, lit it a few times before starting the motorcycle.

"I sent you my address, remember to come to me to treat your injured injury." She turned her head, held the handle with one hand, raised her other hand high, and waved at the two people behind her.

"See you later!"

An Wujiu opened the message bar on the panel, and there was indeed a sharing of the location of the display address and map.

Below the sharing, there is another message about adding friends, which is Zhong Yirou.

"Don't add her." Chen Ti said first, "I don't like our men at first glance."

This was inexplicable. But An Wujiu was a little curious.

He deliberately accepted it, and then asked Chen Ti, "Why do you say that?"

"Intuition." Chen Ti emphasized, "the intuition that motorcycles bring to me."

This reason is unreasonable.

An Wujiu walked forward by himself, and the yellow sand wasteland on both sides of the empty highway was particularly desolate, like a no-man's land after a nuclear explosion.

He thought of the memory that many people who seek death would like this.

In extreme weather, sandstorms and tornadoes all came to collect their bodies, as if they were magnificent.

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of what Chen Ti said at the end of the game.

"Why did you say that you didn't think you could pass the previous level alive?"

After he asked his question, the cynical guy suddenly fell silent.

An Wujiu began to think about whether he was too direct and touched his sadness. A sense of guilt soon surged in his heart, so he blurted out.

"Sorry."/"It's very simple, I just don't want to live anymore."

The voices of the two people overlapped and were blown away by the wind in the wilderness.

An Wujiu stopped and looked at him. After thinking for a while, he chose to ask a question bluntly.

"Why?"

Could it be that he participated in such a cruel battle just to commit suicide?

"There is nothing to be sorry for." Chen Ti was the first to respond to An Wujiu's words.

His hair was blew up by the wind, and a smile hanged on the corner of his mouth. His face was pale and he felt a little more youthful.

"They all said that this game is cruel and you may die in the first level. So I came to participate. I want to know what death feels like..."

After saying that, he turned his head and looked at An Wujiu with an indescribable sense of fragility.

"My father is a drunken guy. He beat me, beat my mother, killed my mother, dug up the kidneys and went to the black market for 1,000 yuan, bought a lot of wine and medicine, and was drunk at home. He waking up and hit me."

As he said that, he saw tears flashing in An Wujiu's black eyes.

It seemed as if the next moment, this guy who was not blood-blazed in the game would be moved by his miserable experience, and the sympathy that was so numerous that it was about to burst into tears would even make him cry.

Chen Ti suddenly laughed, and even covered his stomach with a smile, "How do you think this story is like? Do you look like it?"

The sudden change made An Wujiu a little confused, "What do you think?"

"It looks real." Chen Ti stretched out his big laziness and made a very indifferent expression on his face. "If it doesn't look like it, I'll say another one."

He told An Wujiu very directly that he was lying to others, and every word he just said was a lie.

Not only that, he is also proud and has a flamboyant smile.

"I can make up a hundred sets of different ones for you."

"Do you still want to hear it?"

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The author has something to say:

Lao Yu: Who is the villain?

After writing the first copy, you will return to reality and develop your feelings.

Send the final red and black line

(Capitalist) Yang Ming: Secret Love - (Robber) Liu Chengwei

(Capitalist) Yang Ming: Curse - (The rich family's daughter) Zhong Yirou

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(The rich daughter) Zhong Yirou: Secret love--(employee) Wu You

(The rich family's daughter) Zhong Yirou: Curse - (The Wanderer) Lao Yu

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(Scientific Researcher) Ueno: Secret Love--(Capitalist) Yang Ming

(Scientific Researcher) Ueno: Curse-(ai) Shenwei

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(Company employee) Wu You: Secret love - (Roamed) Lao Yu (after being replaced by An Wujiu)

(Company employee) Wu You: Curse--(robber) Liu Chengwei

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(Intern) An Wujiu: Secret Love - (ai) Chen Ti (forced secret love)

(Intern) An Wujiu: Curse--(Capitalist) Yang Ming

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(ai) Chen Ti: Secret Love - (intern) An Wujiu (forced secret love)

(ai)Shenwei: Curse--(Scientific Researcher) Ueno

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(Roamed) Lao Yu: Secret Love - (Scientific Researcher) Ueno (Secretly Change Line)

(Roamed) Lao Yu: Curse - (Intern) An Wujiu

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(Robber) Liu Chengwei: Secret Love - (The Rich Family's Daughter) Zhong Yirou

(Robber) Liu Chengwei: Curse--(Employee) Wu You
Chapter completed!