All Worlds Madhouse

[Jason's Mask No. 91]

[Jason’s Mask No. 57]

This is what Ziliang gained at this moment. Along with these two masks, Ziliang also gained an emotion that was even more uneasy than before.

Michelle is dead, Angela is dead, that means all outsiders are dead.

So who is this mask maker?

Not only Ziliang, but also the remaining teammates also discovered this problem. In all previous dimensions, either the compass directly pointed out the target, or at least gave a general direction.

But in this plane, from the beginning to the end, Ziliang and others were just imprisoned in the small and barren space of "Crystal Lake". They didn't even see their enemies, and people nearby began to die one after another. What's even more frightening is that the ones who killed them were their own teammates.

Soon, everyone returned to the cabin. Shirley drove Leon to throw Michelle's body out, and then asked him to guard the door. Even though he was just a zombie, his investigative ability was the best among them all. So strong that no one cared about the blood stains on the ground, just let it dry on the floor.

Under the thin light, no one said anything, and no one could make any good suggestions. Everyone just sat and waited quietly.

"Well, I don't like this feeling." After an unknown amount of time, the night was getting dark, and Old Joey took the lead in breaking the silence: "That person should come out and fight us openly and openly."

Hannibal shrugged: "Obviously, the guy you're talking about doesn't want that."

"Yeah, if it were me, I wouldn't come out. I would definitely hide in the dark and let the other party kill each other. How interesting would that be." Shirley said gloomily.

Ziliang did not join the conversation of the other three people, but spoke and turned the topic in another direction: "Now, everyone is dead, and only the four of us are left."

Shirley nodded: "Yes, we can see that, so what do you want to say?"

Ziliang hesitated for a while: "I want to say, in fact, when I came here, I had already asked the compass. In the entire Crystal Lake, the compass could only locate the four dead men and women camping, and no one else. And now , those four people are all dead. So does that mean that the enemy is among us?"

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The air suddenly became colder. Even Old Joey could understand what this sentence meant. In the room, four murderous guys began to look at each other in silence. Normally, any one person in this room would be a person who would be frightened. But at this moment, they gathered together. The pressure around them , enough to make an ordinary person breathless.

"Haha, this is interesting." Hannibal was the first to speak up: "Are you trying to say that we have a traitor in our midst?"

Ziliang lit up a cigarette and took a puff: "I don't want to have this idea, but for the time being, this explanation is the most likely. Oh, of course, I don't mean to use the word 'traitor'" 'This word, because it is very likely that someone's consciousness has been taken away, or their body has been copied."

"It's not very likely. If there are any changes in us, Hannibal should be aware of it." Shirley asked.

Ziliang shook his head: "Don't think of Hannibal as too powerful, and don't think of yourself as too weak. We are all fragments of sin. Hannibal cannot detect your thinking so easily. Moreover, How do you know Hannibal is Hannibal."

"Haha, that's really interesting!" After hearing this, Hannibal began to laugh coldly: "Are we going to play a game of 'who is the werewolf?' Okay, let me clear my suspicion first. It’s because I’m here and I’m one of the best in mental strength. So, if you are the enemy, would you choose me as the target of the most control? Or would you choose someone with a weak mental defense?”

As he said that, Hannibal looked at Old Joey intentionally or unintentionally.

Old Joey was just a little stupid, but he was definitely not stupid. He could still hear this kind of question pointed directly at the nose, so with these words, an extremely rude aura came over him. , making the surrounding furniture creak lightly.

"Are you doubting me?" Old Joey said in a calm voice: "I was not controlled. I admit that I was put on a mask at the time. I will also apologize to Quinn, but I promise that my mind is very clear now. And if I am controlled, I don’t need to use this troublesome method to defeat you one by one, because I have the ability to kill you all right now.”

Well, although Old Joey's explanation is simple and crude, it really makes sense.

Haha, yes, Old Joey has the power to massacre, so he doesn't have to work so hard, but... there happens to be a person in the room who doesn't have the ability to massacre everyone.

So soon, everyone's attention shifted to Shirley again.

Shirley naturally knew that she would become the target of suspicion: "Well, indeed, without the power attribute, I seem to have a high chance of being suspected. Moreover, I have no reason to prove my innocence. However, except for I, why don’t you doubt that this guy Ziliang talks about being a scumbag, betraying his teammates, and doing things behind his back? This guy is the most experienced among us."

As soon as these words came out, the finger was pointed at Ziliang.

"Hey, am I just nothing in your eyes?" he asked, spreading his hands.

And what he got was the firm-willed affirmation from the three people.

"Okay, okay, maybe I don't have a very good impression on everyone, but my mental defense is recognized by even Hannibal, so it's difficult to control me," Ziliang explained. .

"Who said you were under control? We were wondering if you had made some kind of deal with some people, or joined some gambling game, and then sold us all."

"This" Ziliang hesitated for a while: "If you think so, then I really don't have any evidence to prove my innocence."

He said distressedly: "It seems that now we have all fallen into a situation where no one trusts anyone. Maybe this is the purpose of the 'enemy', to isolate us from each other so that we can attack separately."

"Yes, this possibility is very high." Hannibal said: "But, I still don't want to stay with you. After all, at this time, I prefer to believe in myself. Presumably, you think the same way, right? Bar."

People at different levels have different ideas. Although everyone knows how dangerous it is to be alone in this situation, just as the more powerful creatures prefer to live alone, Hannibal would rather count on himself. capabilities, and are unwilling to hand over their backs to a group that may harbor enemies.

Sure enough, the others also smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I also think it's better to be alone in this situation than for us to sit here and stare at each other." Shirley said.

"Okay, if anyone wants to play tricks, let him do it. If you are controlled by the enemy, I will wake you up. If you are the enemy, then I will beat you to death." Old Joey said in a tone of voice Just like normal chatter.

"Tsk, tsk, it seems that everyone's choices are surprisingly consistent. So, good night. I hope everyone can have a good sleep tonight."

Ziliang threw the cigarette to the ground, stamped it out, stood up, and walked to his bedroom.

Of course no one would sleep well this night because everyone was waiting for something.

However, to everyone's surprise, it was quiet that night, and nothing happened until the sun rose.

"Could it be that our enemy is already dead?" Everyone sat in the hall again and asked.

Shirley smiled somewhat self-deprecatingly: "Haha, if that's the case, then our mutual suspicion last night was so embarrassing."

"I couldn't bear to sleep last night. I held the knife and stared at the door, waiting for someone to come in so that I could kill him." Old Joey said angrily.

"No one will go to your room with your appearance." Ziliang muttered, "But by the way, why hasn't Hannibal come down yet?"

Having said this, everyone immediately looked at each other, and everyone saw a hint of surprise in each other's eyes.

"No," Shirley whispered as if talking to herself.

Immediately, everyone stood up suddenly and rushed to the second floor.

"Bang!"

The door to Hannibal's room was kicked open.

However, just as everyone least expected to see it.

Hannibal.

died.