Director Wang was originally a second-generation official and had never been a secretive master. He couldn't bear it anymore after being provoked like this. His eyes were as wide as a god's, and his face was as red as a drunken man from his neck to his forehead. Regardless of the other factors, he was a second-generation official.
His words and deeds are truly dignified and dignified.
I saw this guy rolled up his sleeves and opened his mouth to curse: "Little bastard, why do you dare to mess with me! How dare you kill someone in public in broad daylight? I've turned against you! Where are you from? Believe it or not, just by what you said, I'm calling you
Your whole family can't afford to go around in circles! Are all the people in this room afraid of you? Let's work together to stop this villain from becoming arrogant. Wang will be greatly thanked when we go back!"
"I'm afraid you won't be able to go back!" The muscular man sneered: "Bald, right? No one who dares to call me that is still alive. No matter here or over there." Just as he was about to stand up, he was pressed down by a hand.
When he came back, there was a small middle-aged man behind him with glaring eyes. He pressed the muscular man's shoulder and said only one sentence: "Sir, please read the rules clearly."
It turned out that when the two were having a quarrel, a piece of text suddenly appeared out of thin air in the middle of the room. The text was suspended in the air, visible and intangible, like a holographic projection. The strange thing was that it looked the same from any angle, and no matter how it was blocked.
, will not affect the floating position of the text. It is as if they naturally exist in the space, rather than being illuminated by a projection somewhere.
Along with the text, there was also the sound of a very magnetic middle-aged male reading aloud. As for the content of the text and voice, it was exactly the game rules written in the book that Qu Yun found in the room, word for word.
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Killing game...nine civilians and two killers...vote in the morning, kill at night...punishment for hurting others and hindering the game...
There was a moment of silence like a high school classroom after a teacher asks a question.
Everyone was reading the rules quietly...or secretly observing each other. It wasn't until almost everyone started observing each other that someone broke the silence.
"So this is all true? Next, we are going to find the two killers who are among everyone, and then get rid of them?" The person who spoke was a man with two ponytails. His words were quite clear, but there was no sense of reality in his tone.
"Instead of finding the killer, we can't even confirm our own identity, right?" The tattooed man answered.
Ponyboy, who had just received it, also hurriedly added, "What is the Lamarck badge? I've never heard of it."
What is the Lamarck emblem? Qu Yun has no idea at all. He said that he has been investigating for three years, and he has really exhausted all means and spent several hours almost every day doing it as if it were a job. Even Qu Yun made such a strange move
Despite the many talents, there were only four pieces of information that were finally obtained that were reliable and reliable:
First, the name is a Lamarckian game; second, it is related to superhuman beings who began to appear in the world a hundred years ago; third, you can see many things beyond common sense in the game; and finally, people will die.
The above four, and nothing else. Everything about this game is a mystery, but it is a real mystery that definitely has a clear answer but is more obscure and unknowable than all the mysteries in the world. Lamarck Game Go
The Superman who came out is actually living around people. According to probability, anyone living on earth today will always have the opportunity to see Superman displaying his magical powers on the street once or twice in his life.
It is precisely because of these subtle but hidden charms of endless tension that Qu Yun is deeply attracted. She is deeply looking forward to how many secrets she has never understood in the game; she firmly believes that there is some power here that can cite her world view and ideals, and even use it
Defeat reality... let her understand what it is like for people to care about each other in the eyes of others.
However, having no concept does not mean that there is no idea. Qu Yun first touched all the pockets on her body, then the collar, sleeves, skirt and waist, all places where things might be sewn into, and finally began to examine her body.
There was no explicit hint that the badge was involved in the information given by the game. After basically checking the room, Qu Yun was sure that as long as the thing wasn't hidden like a treasure or as small as dust, it would definitely not have been missed by him in the room.
The answer must lie with you. You have already obtained the badge, but you just haven’t found it yet. Otherwise, if someone can’t even find the badge, then the game will not be able to proceed according to the rules.
Sure enough, it didn't take much effort and she found it on the outside of her right ankle.
It was a black treble clef, about the same size as an ordinary keychain, and it appeared unobtrusively on the originally white and flawless skin. It was not painful or itchy, just like a birthmark.
Qu Yun smiled slightly and was very satisfied with the shape. She pressed her finger lightly and a lot of information immediately appeared in her mind.
Reward points? Knowledge retrieval? Game identity... Most of this information only has a name and one or two sentences of unclear introduction. Even if Qu Yun looked carefully, he couldn't summarize it. So, this is Lamarck's game.
"He's actually a civilian..." Qu Yun sighed with regret, whispering to himself, but it irritated the good student sitting next to him: "I'm a civilian too!" He trembled with a guilty conscience.
"I'm a civilian too!" Hearing the good student's answer, Ma Zai looked flustered and showed a rare tact. His sudden shouting frightened a group of people.
"I am..." "I also..."
Like pouring cold water into a pan of oil, a group of people rushed to express their opinions.
"You are a big-headed ghost," Qu Yun was completely speechless. She pressed down Director Wang who was about to get up and said, "A bunch of nonsense, do you know how to judge your identity?"
"Little girl," the angry Director Wang narrowed his eyes dangerously. He obviously couldn't accept the fact that he was ruined by the muscular man, so he turned to Qu Yun, a "little kid" to regain his self-esteem: "Your father didn't teach you
How should you speak to your elders?"
This is a common trick used by teachers who pretend to be bad in school. Once the parents are introduced, even the most naughty children will be frightened. Obviously, Miss Qu cannot fall for this trick. But these words remind her of her father who doesn’t know how to evaluate her.
, a little upset, and even rarely wanted to do any more honorable work. He replied with a cold face and no expression: "He is dead."
Director Wang sneered and said: "Humph, there is no one to support you, no wonder you don't talk big or small." Feeling that he had finally regained some face, he could no longer hide the secret joy of the villain's success.
Qu Yun just smiled softly, feeling that her gaffe was a bit childish. In just a moment, her face showed the usual soft lines as she had practiced when she first woke up, and she smiled and replied calmly:
"Old man, why don't we make a bet on whether you will be the first to die?"
"You!" Director Wang smacked the ground angrily, and the useless argument that followed was interrupted by the peacemaker who intervened.