It is relatively safe for two people to exchange votes with each other, because they have no other choice but to trust each other.
But if three people exchange votes, they will have one more option, and their psychological suspicion and pressure will increase.
"You say you are a policeman, and he is a fugitive; he says he is a policeman, and you are a fugitive; only you two know the truth, so whoever survives is the policeman." He laughed as if he was talking to himself.
"You and I have never met, will you vote for me?" the police officer laughed wildly in disbelief.
"I'm voting for you because I already have someone else's vote. I can guarantee my survival. You should think carefully before making your choice." Kuangxiao sat back in his original position: "If you vote for the screenwriter,
, then the three of us will have established trust, and you can get rid of the fugitive."
If the magician is an insidious and despicable villain who likes to see the destruction of human nature, then Laughter is a very pure devil who does not like order and rules.
The magician told the fugitive that he only needed to think of the other party's name in his mind to vote, and the maniacal laughter further added to the fire, putting the police officer and the fugitive on the fire.
The black rain outside the window became heavier and heavier, and the black wave crashed into the hotel. The old building made an overwhelmed sound, and everyone could feel the slight shaking.
"Hurry up and make your choice." The magician urged. He looked up at the roof, as if he was worried about the leakage of the house.
"No! I think we still have to find the murderer! We have completely fallen into the murderer's rhythm. Do you all want to become the murderer's accomplice?" Sweat broke out on the police officer's forehead, and he walked towards the magician: "Something happened to the deceased last night.
What were you doing! Why did the deceased have a playing card in his sleeve!"
"Have you started biting people? Don't lose your temper. You are a police officer, not a murderous fugitive." The magician moved his eyes and glanced at the police officer.
"Do you dare to let me search you? If you have the same thing as the deceased, such as other playing cards, then you will be the biggest suspect!" The police officer is delaying the voting time. He needs to find a way to balance everyone.
It can be broken, even if it "accidentally" kills one person.
"Search?" The magician neither agreed nor refused. The police officer directly grabbed his collar and pulled him up.
"I hope you can cooperate. I am doing it for everyone!" The police officer put his hand into the magician's pocket, but at that moment he screamed. When he took his hand out again, two very large marks appeared on his middle finger.
Small wounds.
"You have something in your pocket!"
Covering his fingers, the policeman's expression became a little scary.
"My little pet." The magician raised his hands and an ugly bug crawled out of his pocket: "Don't worry, this thing is not poisonous. It is usually very docile. It was just scared by you."
During the confrontation between the magician and the police, there was a sound of something breaking on the roof of the hotel. Several people looked above their heads and saw a very obvious crack on the roof of the hotel, and rainwater had soaked into the house.
"Make a choice. If he wants to live, he will probably choose you." The hotel owner spoke, looking at all the guests in the room with a sad face.
"Finish this round of choices first, and then consider other things." The middle-aged screenwriter also said beside him.
"That's easy to say. You can save your own lives, so you keep urging. But don't forget, the murderer said that only one person can survive. Sooner or later, you will face the same situation as me!" The police officer's mood was a little uncomfortable!
That's right. He walked back to the table and stared at the fugitive fiercely: "Give me your vote. We will choose each other. I can guarantee that you will live to the end!"
The fugitive seemed to know exactly what kind of person the police officer was. His arm was bleeding continuously from the broken area, and his face was as pale as paper. It seemed that he would not survive for long.
"You also have a day to beg me?" The fugitive fell to the ground. He looked at the police officer with ridicule in his eyes: "You have tried so hard to make me look like this. After exposing your true nature, it turns out that you are so stupid and stupid.
Cruel, how come you are no different from an animal?"
"Wouldn't it be better to live together?"
"Okay, of course, no problem." The fugitive climbed up from the ground tremblingly. He dipped his own blood and wrote the word police officer on a piece of paper, then silently threw it into the black box.
During the whole process, he did not look at the police officers, and no one knew who he had chosen.
After the fugitive finished voting, the police officer himself walked to the black box. He held a piece of white paper in his hand, but he did not throw the white paper in for a long time.
"I understand, the ten minutes after each vote are not used to find the truth, but to kill people!"
Death is slowly approaching, and those without votes have no way out. If they want to survive, they can only choose the alternative answer - try to kill everyone.
Anyway, you have been isolated, you have been forced to a dead end, and you can't live anymore, so you might as well drag others to die with you.
Time passed by, but the police officer still did not vote. Han Fei seemed to understand his plan. He was just stalling for time, waiting for the safe room to be destroyed, and then looking for opportunities to kill people and establish a new balance.
Silently moving towards the middle-aged woman, Han Fei was worried that the police would take action against the seemingly kind-hearted woman.
"How long do you want to think about it?" The magician put his hand into his pocket and played with the bug.
With the help of several people, the police officer who tried to formulate new rules became the isolated one.
From the moment the police officer hesitated to vote, he had been labeled as dangerous. All the tourists were speculating on his inner thoughts, thinking that he might have started to simulate a murder scene.
"There should be other ways to break the game. The murderer may just use the rules here to deliberately create an atmosphere..." The police officer tried hard to convince others, but in the end he was the only one he could convince, and the other tourists were about to lose it.
While I was patient, there was another cracking sound from the top of the hotel, wood chips and stones falling, and then the lights dimmed and everyone heard a loud noise!
"Bang!"
The huge glass lamp hanging on the roof and a large piece of the wall fell at the same time!
Black rain flowed into the hotel along the gap, the wires were torn off, and the blue electric light made a crackling sound in the darkness.
"Watch your surroundings!"
The moment the lights dimmed, two screams were heard from inside the house, followed by the sound of chaotic footsteps and the sound of things being knocked over.
"Stay where you are! No one can move!"
Almost a minute later, the waiter took out the spare light from the counter, and the light appeared in the hall again.
The dim light reflected the faces of several people in the room. The screenwriter who was standing near the dining table fell to the ground. His ribs were pierced by a piece of glass shard. The murderer went straight to his heart, but it might be because the screenwriter was dodging in the dark.
Because, the knife stabbed crookedly.
Blood seeped out from the wound, and the screenwriter was speechless in pain.
The other injured person in the house was the hotel owner, who suffered a gash from his shoulder to his chest.
The murderer was very cruel. He originally planned to cut the boss's neck, but he also failed.
The hotel owner is old and frail, so he doesn't pose much of a threat, but the murderer regards him as a target.
The lights only disappeared for a minute, and two out of ten people were injured, and everyone became even more nervous.
"There's more than one murderer?" The police officer was still standing next to the black box, and the surprise on his face didn't look like he was pretending.
"Is it weird? Are you one of them?" The magician stared at the policeman's hand.
"Go and vote as soon as possible! Don't delay any longer! The hotel will collapse!" The seriously injured hotel owner grabbed the waiter's arm. His expression was extremely painful, and the wrinkles on his entire face were squeezed together.
"Don't try to delay any more. If you don't vote, then we will help you vote together." The magician looked at the police officer with a smile: "Do you regret now that you did not choose to kill me, but chose to go?"
Kill an old man?”
Every word of the magician seemed to be a test. He knew that the police officer was very powerful, so he wanted to be the first to deal with him.
Several people in the room looked at the police officer with unkind looks. He was forced to have no choice but to take a risk and take a gamble to see if the fugitive really gave him the ticket.
The white paper with the fugitive's name written on it fell into the black box, and the police officer's inner uneasiness became stronger.
The hands on the clock moved slowly. After ten minutes, the policeman suddenly covered his heart. He opened his mouth to vomit, and thick black mist poured out directly from his mouth and nose.
"You didn't write my name!" The blood vessels all over his body turned black, and the mist opened his skin. The police officer struggled and rushed towards the fugitive. He wanted to take the fugitive with him to death, but before he could reach, he was covered in black mist.
shrouded.
The fog rushed toward the black box. When the black fog dissipated, the police officers disappeared into the hotel.
The fugitive breathed a sigh of relief. He untied the hemp rope with great effort and walked towards Kuangxiao: "Thank you. If you hadn't given me the hint, I wouldn't have escaped so easily."
"hint?"
"You told the police officer to write the screenwriter's name, wasn't that a hint to me?" The one-armed fugitive admitted the wrong person: "I wrote the screenwriter's name."
"But I didn't write your name. The one who wrote your name should be a police officer." The screenwriter's face was pale. He didn't dare to pull out the glass shards casually, so he could only hold on: "He believed you, and you killed him with your own hands.
he."
"Not you?" The fugitive froze on the spot. He stared and laughed wildly, and suddenly asked for no reason: "I gave you the hidden butcher knife, and you promised to help me?"
There was no big ups and downs in his wildly laughing expression, and he nodded: "I will help you."
After the death of the police officer, the black rain became weaker, but only ten minutes later, the rain became stronger again. It seemed that with every death, the despair became stronger than before.
The atmosphere in the hotel has become very solemn now. Two people took advantage of the darkness to attack just now. This shows that even if the police officer is dead, the murderer is still among the people.
"No! The water is rising." The waiter wearing a mask stood by the window. The water level outside the hotel continued to rise. It had already flooded the steps and was about to flood into the house.
"Let's go to the second floor and go back to our respective rooms first." The hotel owner tried several times but failed to stand up. He seemed to know that he was not going to die soon, so he wanted to tell the waiter something. Those secrets could not be heard by others.
.
Several people walked up one after another, and Han Fei found that everyone deliberately avoided the black box. Finally, the mute girl picked up the black box and followed everyone.
"She...has changed a lot."
Arriving on the second floor, Han Fei slowed down slightly. When the fugitive passed by him, he said in a low voice: "Isn't the butcher's knife still in your heart?"
