Chapter 23: 【Revision】Dungeon ended (1)

The corpse that suddenly lost the blood and returned to the room suddenly.

The strange events are stacked one after another, making the survivors in the bunker panic.

"How could...why me?"

Ueno Taisei couldn't believe what happened to him. He clings to the wall, dazzled by the lingering effects of the hypnotic gas.

Wu You's expression did not change, she only whispered: "That is to say, the cult has appeared again."

Zhong Yirou shuddered, 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 the corpse get back? Could it be the ghost of a cultist seeking..."

Before he finished speaking, Yang Ming snapped, "How is it possible! What nonsense!"

"Why is it nonsense?" Zhong Yirou glanced at her mouth and continued, "What if it is true? Nothing happened in the altar? How did Liu Chengwei die in the end? The duel is dead, and the last three lives are lost."

"You said it wasn't me who lost blood at night? It wasn't you, Yang Ming, or Wu You, who was older than them, but Ueno?"

Yang Ming was unable to refute these words, but he did not believe in the theory of ghosts and gods, and it must be a real cult.

Stand quietly aside, hands in pockets. He glanced at Taisei Ueno, who looked very confused, leaning against the wall sluggishly, his eyes blank, and he couldn't say a word.

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

"There have been two nights of blood loss. According to the rules of staying overnight, Liu Chengwei is indeed the only one who meets the requirements. But he is already dead, do you really believe that a corpse can stand up , to kill someone in someone else's room?"

The light of the lounge porch hit the angel's head from top to bottom, those holy and beautiful lines also became eerie at this moment, the smile was like a weeping, and the closed eyes were like a long sleep.

Old Yu said slowly: "There are indeed many unnatural things in the games I participated in before, but this game has been a pure survival game from the very beginning. Is there any ghost talk?"

"Will it be..." He cautiously gave another possibility, "The cult is not Liu Chengwei at all."

"It's not him?" Ueno stood in a trance, resting his hands on the wall, "Who else is there?"

This doubt is like a spark thrown in the dry grass, and soon it will start a prairie fire.

Shen Ti put his shoulders against the wall, said nothing, and yawned to himself.

Old Yu frowned, "I'm just guessing. If the cultists are someone else, why should everyone focus on Liu Chengwei. What is the purpose of him framing Liu Chengwei?"

Wu You raised his eyes and said a possibility, "Maybe his black line is connected to Liu Chengwei."

He grafted his black line connection to others, but his face was not red or heartbeat.

"Hey, it's possible." Zhong Yirou thought for a while, "but if you just want to get rid of the black line, it seems a little unnecessary to go around in such a big circle. Besides, has he achieved his goal now? If you wish, why would you kill Ueno again?"

"It feels more like disturbing the audiovisual." Lao Yu pondered for a moment, "When there were several suspects at that time, everyone was not even sure if there were really cultists or who they were. The suspicion is even greater, but at that time Yang Ming had already asked us to fight on three wheels."

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

The suspicion was thrown on Yang Ming, and he immediately said angrily: "I said it, I am for everyone's good, if we don't force the cultists out as soon as possible, everyone will be in danger at night!"

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

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

"Really?" 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 your allies to duel us, or, You can also trade with the half of the supplies you didn’t take out, how can we fight you?”

He said the key point, in the first half of the game, Yang Ming occupied an unshakable leadership position.

"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 only because no one bleed the night he was tied up, could this situation be manipulated?"

"Is it possible that the first blood loss is just to frame the blame, and the second blood loss is to really want to kill..."

In the end, the dispute turned into a perfect incitement.

Before he finished speaking, Dacheng Ueno rushed directly to Yang Ming, grabbed his shoulders with both hands, and asked him hoarsely.

"Are you trying to kill me!? You told me that Liu Chengwei must be a cultist and wanted 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 back then, but you betrayed me ungratefully, and you still have the face to ask me?"

"Sure enough...you're right..." Ueno stood up in confusion, "If you find a new tool, let us kill each other..."

"Enough!" Yang Ming cut him off, for fear that he would continue, "You forgot what you told me? You said that your black line is Shen Ti, and your red line is me , beg me to help you, and bite me now?"

Yang Ming said his red and black lines in public, which was undoubtedly a public execution of Ueno, and tore off the last fig leaf.

Until this moment, Ueno finally understood that in Yang Ming's eyes, he was just a dispensable dog, a tool he used to check and balance others.

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

"Holy Sound..." Ueno trembled, and said a choice he never imagined.

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

After speaking, Ueno walked to the duel room by himself.

For a long time, Yang Ming believed that he held these pieces firmly in his hands, and even if they betrayed them for profit, he never thought that they would be bitten back.

After the request, the holy voice appeared.

"Player Ueno Taisei launched a duel with player Yang Ming. Please enter the duel threshold battle."

But at this moment, the duel is a foregone conclusion, and he cannot force Ueno Taisei to withdraw his decision.

An Wu Jiao who secretly dominates everything is like an audience, not saying a word, just silently following behind everyone and going with them.

Ueno stands on the duel threshold.

An Wu Jiu knew the result was doomed.

Yang Ming had no choice but to walk into the duel threshold.

A weapon bar appeared above their heads, and after scrolling, the weapon of both was selected as a short knife.

"Are there any other characters joining the duel? Please choose the faction you want to go to and bet all the health bars on the character panel for one minute."

After the Holy Voice finished speaking, Yang Ming looked down.

An Wujiu also looked over.

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

Wu You and Yang Ming add up to 5 health bars, narrowly beating Ueno Dacheng's 4 health bars.

No one will stand up to help Taisei Ueno.

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 make the situation clearer.

No one dares to take this step lightly.

Among them, only Shen Ti can connect the red line to Ueno.

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

Not Wu You.

It happened to be Shen Ti.

After a while, a short knife appeared in front of Shen Ti. He held the handle and looked at the opposite Ueno. Those gem-like eyes were slightly curved, showing a gentle smile, full of confusion.

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

When he stood in the camp, Yang Ming's face showed the expression of victory.

An Wujiu was sure in his heart that he would not lose, because Yang Ming was only at the end of his shot, but he couldn't help but look at Shen Ti.

Does he really want to join Yang Ming's camp?

Shen Ti's red line connects Ueno, but if Ueno survives to the end, the score should be higher than him.

Only this point, Shen Ti will not let him live.

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

By the end of the first game, Ueno was already bruised, panting and kneeling on the ground.

After changing the perspective of watching the battle, An Wujiu suddenly realized that Shen Ti can also shoot so hard, his physical strength is far beyond his own estimation. But when he faced himself, he was obviously restrained, and it didn't look like a duel at all.

I thought it was because of his personality that he was a fool.

Yang Ming's physical fitness has never been trained, and he was stabbed several times by the nervous Ueno. When he saw the blood, the whole person became very nervous, and after the duel threshold, he hurriedly used materials to heal his wounds.

"I'm not participating!" Yang Ming said to Shen Ti, "You fight him alone."

He originally thought to kill Zhong Yirou first today, but the number of duels per day is limited. If he duels with Zhong Yirou, Dacheng Ueno will definitely join the opponent's camp out of revenge.

This is a hassle.

Get rid of the top jungler first.

Seeing Shen Ti nodding at Yang Ming, An Wujiu suddenly didn't want to watch any more.

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

Shen Ti in the duel threshold seemed to get some kind of feeling, he also turned his face and glanced at An Wujiu, he didn't care what the weapon was in this round, his eyes stared until his The back disappeared at the door of the duel room.

After leaving the duel room, An Wujiu returned to the storage room, where he sat alone eating bread and drinking water, replenishing his energy bar to a full state, and at the same time he checked other With Yang Ming's second allocation of human resources, the rest of the people, except for Ueno who had zero supplies, should be able to last until the end.

While meditating, he recalled the dream he had had, which seemed to be completely different from his memory.

The mother in the memory was extremely gentle and never blamed him.

Why does she seem to be possessed in the dream.

Is it because the dream is reversed?

Is the altar a gold rush holy place, or a cannibalism cave.

The holy voice kept broadcasting the battle situation, causing An Wugui’s thoughts to tug on and on. In the end, he came out of the storage room, and before he walked to the living room, he had already heard the news of Ueno Taisei's death.

"Player Ueno Dacheng, his health bar returns to zero, and he dies."

This manipulated **** was eventually completely abandoned.

An Wu Jiu's wandering eyes regained focus, stood up, and walked towards the living room.

It seems that Zhong Yirou did not fulfill her promise and used her ability to restore health to the dying Ueno.

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

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

To get Zhong Yirou's seven points, Yang Ming is the inevitable first, he probably wanted to do this for a long time.

Yet the Holy Voice replied.

"Today's duels are full and cannot be duel."

Zhong Yirou was relieved for a moment and took a long sigh of relief.

"This is God's will. Some people are so serious about killing, I should use the skills that increase the blood bar twice on myself."

She smiled and patted her chest, opened her game panel, clicked on it, the panel beeped, "In case there is a resurrected cultist at night, take this one of my What if Xiaoming was killed?"

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

10,000 points is not a small amount, it is very likely that the reward points of this round of games are not so many.

"It's alright, I've used it up, I can breastfeed as much as I can, life is the most important thing." She deliberately said to Yang Ming, "I don't want to wake up and find that I'm dead, What can I do if I have skills. It’s useless to go out if I die, but it’s a big loss.”

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

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

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

In any case, this night will pass.

The humiliation, fighting, jealousy and intrigue between the eight people will definitely end after the sacred music is played tomorrow morning.

This is the last night.

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

When leaving the parlor, the clock read 11:45. He wanted to stay there and watch the whole hour, to see what would come out of the small wooden door on the opposite side 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 tapped the edge of the wooden bed lightly, making a regular sound, which matched the second hand of the clock far away from the long corridor. But his eyes wandered around, and finally settled on his wrist.

The scars from the handcuffs were not completely eliminated, and they stayed on the surface of the skin like a scar that was about to heal. He lifted it up, as if recalling the previous involvement.

The feeling of being pinned down is strange, but not bad.

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

"It's getting late." Time to go.

The moment the hypnotic gas was released, Shen Ti's tapping finger suddenly stopped.

Half-dreaming, he suddenly figured out something.

All the chaotic thoughts come together at this moment.

He is like a cat that fights against a ball of wool, constantly looking for and scratching with his claws, but at a certain moment he suddenly sees that invisible thread.

Then he smiled, before being forced to sleep.

I will have a good dream tonight, Shen Ti thought.

On the morning of the fifth day, An Wu Jiu woke up almost at the first moment when 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's the first one here, so he's doing something boring idly.

Soon, others appeared. This is the last few hours of fate, even with the gas forced to fall asleep, the huge desire to survive cannot make people sleep peacefully.

Yang Ming was the second to arrive.

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

When Zhong Yirou came out, it was just after 8 o'clock. The strange thing was that she did not change her cheongsam this time, nor did she change her hairstyle, and she didn't even paint her makeup, she looked flustered.

"I used the two chances to add health bars to myself before going to bed last night. There should be three." Zhong Yirou opened her panel, "But I lost it last night. a blood."

The current number of health bars is displayed on her head. Indeed, there are only two left.

Old Yu muttered: "The cultists are still among us..."

Yang Ming, who was beside him, didn't care about this at all, but laughed out loud.

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

"Shen Ti!" He turned back to signal Shen Ti who was leaning against the wall, "Come on now."

At this moment, Yang Ming is reluctant to start a duel by himself, because if this is the case, Shen Ti may suddenly turn against the tide, he has only one life, and he must act prudently.

Probably because of the contract, Shen Ti didn't resist, "I, launched a duel against Zhong Yirou."

Shengyin responded immediately, "Player Shen Ti started a duel with player Zhong Yirou."

"Please challenge as soon as possible, time 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, unable to refuse the duel, she hoped to get the help of anyone present.

An Wujiao was the first to stand up.

He walked slowly, stepped into the duel threshold, and stood still behind Zhong Yirou.

Shen Ti stared at An Wujiu's face with a subtle smile on the corner of his mouth.

Yang Ming, who was outside the duel threshold, began to laugh at him unscrupulously, "Shen Ti has eight health bars, what is your health bar? Did you take the initiative to come up because you wanted to die? ?"

An Wujiu did not speak.

Yang Ming was not happy, but he was still calculating.

An Wu Jiu sided with Zhong Yirou, the old Yu who had a crush on him would definitely stand up to prevent An Wu Jiu from dying. In this way, the total number of health bars on their side is eight.

Shen Ti can let Wu You go up too, including one of his own health bars, there are 13 in total.

Rolling victory.

But when Yang Ming was a little relieved, the second person came up.

It is Wu You who has been ambush 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 that something was wrong.

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"Wu You! What are you doing?"

Under the brim of the hat, Wu You's expression did not have too many emotional ups and downs, but only whispered, "Zhong Yirou's red line is connected to me."

"Are you crazy or stupid? She's even trying to help her?"

"She helped me." Wu You didn't change his face, and continued to talk about the reasons.

"You are so unreasonable! I was blind and helped you!" Yang Ming was furious, but he tried hard to persuade himself to calm down and think about the current situation.

Shen Ti's side has 8 health bars, and the opposite side counts Lao Yu, it is also 8.

No, time is running out. Must kill Zhong Yirou.

Before waiting for Lao Yu, who was outside the duel threshold, to act, Yang Ming took the lead and came to Shen Ti's side.

The holy voice appeared, "Are there any other players joining this round of duel?"

At this moment, there is only one person left outside the duel threshold. An Wu Jiu turned his face and looked at him. His expression seemed to be different from before, as if he was deliberately avoiding his own eyes.

Similarly, he avoided the question of the holy voice.

"The faction selection is over, and the duel threshold is closed."

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

An Wujiu was also thinking about the reason for this move, although he never thought he could do it. But Lao Yu's giving up still surprised him.

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

"Why are you asking me?" Lao Yu also looked at him with a hint of revenge in his eyes, "Why did you change my line?"

In just a moment, An Wujiu understood.

He turned his head and looked at Shen Ti.

Yang Ming is already full of expectations for An Wu Jiu's doomed death.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Hurry up and say your last words!"

The scrolling weapon bar finally stopped.

"The weapons of both sides in this round of duel are katana swords. The countdown begins."

After the countdown ended, Shen Ti attacked immediately.

The knife light flashed across An Wu Jiao’s white face.

He is contradictory, An Wujiu in the duel threshold only has his last life left, and he does not want to let him die.

On the other hand, he seems to believe in the person in front of him, he knows no matter what state he is, good or evil. At this moment, An Wujiu, who was standing on the opposite side of him, would not give up his life easily.

He did not attack An Wugui, but attacked other people with a slightly watery texture.

An Wujiu is also strange, although he is in a normal state at the moment, he doesn't seem to have a strong stress response when facing a duel like the first time.

Even so, An Wujiu still did not attack, instead he was protecting Wu You and Zhong Yirou.

When the tip of the knife swung in front of An Wujiu, Shen Ti opened his mouth softly.

"What are you thinking?"

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

A very light and ethereal sentence fell to Shen Ti's ear.

"You'll find out soon."

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

Soon, their unbalanced duel is coming to an end, and the health of the weaker side is rapidly draining.

When An Wujiu was trying to protect Zhong Yirou, Yang Ming sneaked up behind him, the samurai sword in his hand flashed with cold light, stabbed into An Wujiu's back and pierced through his body.

The moment he pulled out the long knife, blood splashed out and splashed on Shen Ti's windbreaker.

Almost subconsciously, Shen Ti stretched out his arms and embraced An Wujiu who was about to kneel with his back to them. He clearly saw that the blood on An Wu Jiu's head was fading away quickly.

He laughed like a madman, shouting "I won, this time I finally won".

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 choir movement, and the holy music reached everyone's ears, but the tip of the nose smelled the blood that could not be wiped away, like a blood-colored baptism.

An Wugui's health bar is about to return to zero.

"It's nine o'clock! I won, and I really won!" Yang Ming became more and more crazy, he shouted at the ceiling, trying to get the crown of victory faster.

His noise was so out of place with the sacred music in the bunker.

The Voice announces the results without emotion.

"This round of duel is over, and the Shen Ti camp wins."

"The player is safe and sound..."

Like a malfunction, the holy sound suddenly stopped and no longer sounded.

"Not so fast."

A familiar voice appeared behind him, making Yang Ming’s back shiver.

How...

The innocent who just "died" came back to life.

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

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

"That's what makes it interesting. Can you watch a movie without a reversal?"

Yang Ming was in a hurry, and suddenly let go of his brows and sneered: "So what if you don't die, the sacred music is finished, nine o'clock has passed!" He stared at An Wujiu fiercely, "You still lose!"

An Wujiu in Shen Ti’s arms grinned, bright red blood between his teeth.

Just a laugh, let others recognize his "mutation". The knife that Yang Ming pierced through again forced An Wu Jiu out of his dark state.

“It really hurts.” 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."

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

"Sheng Yin, I want to duel with Yang Ming."

Yang Ming frowned, almost subconsciously, his legs moved uncontrollably, backing away from this terrifying duel threshold.

"What..."

But An Wu Jiu's **** smile and the emotionless holy voice shattered his fantasy.

"Player Wu You launched a duel with player Yang Ming."

"Please challenge as soon as possible, time five minutes."

Yang Ming couldn't even accept this, let alone challenge it.

He was full of shock, and hissed: "How is it possible? Impossible, it's time! It's past nine o'clock now!"

Old Yu, who was outside the duel threshold, did not understand what happened.

Originally died innocently, he thought he could at least get his survival score, which was almost a surprise.

The game is obviously over, why is it reversed?

"It's nine o'clock..." Yang Ming hoarsely fell to his knees. A pair of legs appeared in front of him, the man then squatted down, and suddenly, one hand squeezed his chin, forcing him to lift his face and look at him.

An innocent smile was in front of him, his mouth full of 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 so strong that the flesh on his fingertips turned white.

"For the sake of the fact that you stabbed me and made me normal, I'll teach you a little trick." After speaking, An Wujiu leaned into Yang Ming's ear , said two words softly.

"The trick."

He laughed, let go after laughing enough, 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."

“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, and made a twisting motion , said in a low voice.

"I moved him forward twenty minutes this morning."

“You don’t think…” An Wujiu raised his eyebrows, the smile on his face disappeared.

"Was that good night last night particularly short? Idiot."

The short-lived success and huge failure shattered Yang Ming's sanity. He froze in place, and after hearing Shen Ti's chuckle, he seemed to grab a life-saving straw.

He stretched out his hands anxiously to grab Shen Ti's legs.

This time there is no more imperative dictatorship, but begging, "Shen Ti, Shen Ti... Quick, help me kill them! Please, help me kill them!"

Shen Ti's handsome face showed an apologetic expression, and there was a hint of cuteness in the gentleman.

"Sorry, you get what you pay for."

"The music is over, and our cooperation is over."

He pulled away from the sluggish Yang Ming, step by step, and stood on the side of An Wu Jiu.

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

“Why?” Shen Ti smiled and took An Wujiu’s shoulders, “This is a good question, I’m embarrassed to lose my burden if you don’t tell me.”

He clapped his hands, "Holy Sound, I want to reveal my red line."

Then he bumped An Wugui's shoulder again, "You are also public."

"Is the Easter eggs going to be served so soon? The order is not right." Looking at Yang Ming's pitiful appearance, An Wujiu seemed to be kind, "Well, anyway, the time Not much, let’s make it public.”

This is the first time that someone has taken the initiative to ask the public to disclose their line.

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

In an instant, many red light spots appeared around the two of them, like fireflies, circulating in the air, and gradually, they gathered into two slender red lines.

The other one is the opposite path, encircling the same people.

Shen Ti raised his wrist with a smile, just as he showed the pair of handcuffs.

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

Yang Ming's eyes were dull, he understood.

Shen Ti copied An Wu's ability to switch lanes.

The red and black lines of the old man are not for nothing, but Shen Ti.

This is his long-planned secret love.

Yang Ming knew that he lost, but he never imagined that he would lose so thoroughly and embarrassingly.

But that's what An Wu Jiao wants.

He didn't just want to win.

It is a winning method that completely destroys the opponent's will.

A white challenge countdown appears above the scarlet duel threshold.

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"Player Yang Ming did not take up the fight, this round of duel directly determines that player Wu You wins."

"Yang Ming's blood count is zero and he died."

"No..." Yang Ming didn't even finish his final reluctance, and the blood bar above his head turned into a cold gray. He who once believed that he had the winning ticket instantly turned into a corpse and fell heavily. down.

Just dust.

There is no pity in An Wujiu's eyes.

Not exciting enough.

He doesn't seem to feel any emotion, even the death of the enemy can only slightly make him feel a little happy.

This happiness is like a piece of frosted glass, a fog, and it is impossible to see it.

Not enough.

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

Old Yu whispered, "You really did all this."

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

He has no intention of confessing to the law, and even proud of it.

"The cult..."

An Wujiu looked at Wu You, "Little devil, you directed this scene, tell me."

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

“I was inspired by The Last Supper, what else could stir people’s hearts more easily than a traitor in the middle of it?” An Wujiu laughed and turned towards him. Taking a step forward, he left the duel threshold, confronted Lao Yu, and said something that made him chill.

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

Older couldn't believe it, "What?"

It turns out that the marks on my ankles and the wear and tear on the back are all for a reason.

"You must be very strange, how can Wu You enter your room and drag you out? If you are in the room, he is outside the door, obviously even your door Can't open it."

Yes, he directly hit the place where Lao Yu was confused.

An Wujiu shrugged, "Actually, he didn't open your door by himself, and he doesn't need to."

Old Yu still frowned, not understanding the meaning.

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

"I set my quartz clock fast in the morning. So what you think of as 9 o'clock is not really 9 o'clock. But this isn't the first time I've changed the time."

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

"The first day I entered the bunker, I set the living room quartz clock five minutes back."

Just after he was bullied by Ueno and Liu Chengwei.

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

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

It turned out...he made a time difference, making himself mistakenly think that it was not time for forced sleep, so he was forced to sleep outside.

An Wujiu continued to speak patiently and gently, like a professional butcher teaching himself how to dissect a livestock.

After passage after passage, walk side by side to the lounge porch, stand at the door and say goodnight to each other, the hypnotic gas will almost control your brain."

He made a thumping sound.

"Waiting for you to open the door and fainted, Wu You dragged you to the door of Yang Ming's room, took your hand and opened Yang Ming's door. Then drag the two of you one by one to the door of Yang Ming's room. Duel threshold."

Here, An Wujiu showed a happy smile, "Do you know what a coincidence? Your duel has no weapons."

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

Disguised Wu You all the way to unload the burden, and said softly: "Yes, so I covered Yang Ming's mouth and nose with your hand, suffocated him to death, and then dragged you all. go back."

"But I woke up in bed."

"Yeah." Wu You said, "So I'll open Yang Ming's door with your hand first, then drag him in and get him back to the bed. At this time, my energy bar has been lost. Halfway through, I went back to the pantry, ate bread and water, took medication, and waited until my energy bar gradually recovered enough to take another

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