Direct Defection: Begins To Be Mistaken For A Great God

In the live broadcast room of the game, with the start of the game, viewers from all walks of life poured into the live broadcast room to watch.

In less than ten minutes of the start, the number of viewers has exceeded 200,000.

Among these people, a small number of them are passers-by spectators, and the vast majority of them are old viewers who paid attention to Zhou Fan in the last game.

And among these audiences, black fans account for almost two-thirds of the proportion.

After seeing someone shouting and screaming, the barrage in the live broadcast room was full of messages.

"I'll go, someone will be killed so soon?"

"Haha, it can't be a puppeteer, right? If it were him, he could let the goddess Lori rest in peace

!" "It's not like it! This voice is a little older!" "It's

the voice of the short and fat old man, he has been staring at that beautiful woman in a daze just now, he deserves it!"

...

In-game.

As the screams of the cross-meat man sounded, at this time, another woman's voice in the darkness screamed loudly: "Turn on the light, there seems to be someone outside

the door!" As soon as the words fell, there was a slight noise at the door of the classroom, and then the crows fell silent.

When everyone heard this, they suddenly felt a "groan" in their hearts and looked up one after another.

But at this time, it was dark inside and outside the house, and I couldn't see anything at all.

The young man in the vest sitting in the last row heard the noise at the door, quickly left his seat, groped his way to the wall step by step, and turned on the switch after probing on the wall for a while.

With a "click", the lights in the classroom suddenly turned on.

In the dim light, everyone found that at this moment, the cross-meat man was hit by an arrow in the left shoulder, and the blood did not stop.

The cross-meat man was covering the injured part of his shoulder at the moment, grinning in pain, and constantly wailing in his mouth.

And Sister Yanli, who was sitting in the same row as him, had already stood up at this time.

Her eyes widened, and her beautiful face was now full of horror.

She trembled and pointed to the door of the classroom, repeating to everyone, "I seemed to see a figure outside the door just now, but it disappeared in the blink of an eye!"

Zhou Fan also hurriedly stood up, his face full of vigilance.

There are four rows of desks in the classroom from left to right, and he is now seated in the first row, and the second row is on the left.

Of all the seats in the classroom, it takes the least time to rush from your position to the door.

In other words, if the homicidal maniac does rush in, the first target of the attack will definitely be him.

At this time, the young man in the vest proposed: "Let's go out and see the situation together! There are so many of us, even if that murderer really appears, we don't have to be afraid!"

Hearing him say this, everyone felt that it made sense and nodded in agreement.

The next moment, the young man in the vest removed a stool leg from a stool with a loose structure next to him.

Then he took the leg of the stool and walked to the door of the classroom.

Seeing him walk out of the door, Zhou Fan also reacted and immediately followed him.

When the rest of the people saw this, they followed suit.

After everyone cautiously walked out of the classroom door, they saw a small bow and crossbow falling outside the door by the light in the classroom.

"Sure enough, there was someone just now, let's look for it together!" the young man in the vest suggested.

So they stood at the door of the classroom and looked around.

At this moment, the night is thick, there is no moon in the sky, and the place farther away from the classroom, without lights, looks dark.

Everyone could only vaguely see the large tiled classrooms in the countryside nearby, but they did not see any figures.

At this time, the bespectacled high school student also didn't know where to pull out a flashlight.

He turned it on and scanned the darkness around him with the help of the light of his flashlight.

When everyone saw it, they were a little surprised.

Sister Meiyan hurriedly asked, "How did you get your flashlight?"

The high school student glanced around at the moment, but didn't see any figures.

After hearing Sister Meiyan's inquiry, he said expressionlessly: "Don't you know? Just now, each of us should have a clearance prop given by the game planner in the hole of the desk!"

After speaking, he just kept silent.

His stinky fart-like attitude made Sister Meiyan extremely unhappy.

At this time, the young man in the vest picked up the bow and crossbow on the ground and looked at it, and then looked at the flying arrow on the shoulder of the cross-meat man, and sneered: "The flying arrow should be shot by this bow and crossbow! It seems that after the murderer shot an arrow into the classroom, he immediately fled

!" Hearing him say this, Zhou Fan nodded in agreement: "That's a good point, I also think so!"

At this time, the high school student pushed his glasses, glanced at Zhou Fan a little incomprehensibly, and chuckled: "Not necessarily, this crossbow may have been thrown from the classroom!" Hearing

him say this, the rest of the people looked at him with some dismay.

The corner of the high school student's mouth pulled a playful smile, and he beckoned to everyone: "Let's go back to the original location of the classroom first, we may know the truth later!!"

After speaking, he took the lead and walked to his original seat.

Everyone was a little puzzled, and they all returned to their seats and sat down one after another.

Immediately afterward, everyone searched through the holes in their desks according to the prompts just given by the high school students.

Sure enough, as the high school student said, everyone had something to gain in their respective table holes.

The young man in the vest found a flashlight, the disfigured woman found a stun gun, the glamorous sister found a watch, and the horizontal man found a map.

Everyone took out what they got and showed it to everyone, but Zhou Fan didn't make any moves.

It's not that he doesn't want to take it, it's that he finds that the hole in the desk he was in was empty, and there were no props at all.

Zhou Fan secretly complained in his heart: This game planner is too sloppy, isn't it? I prepared a prop for each of the others, but when I arrived at myself, there was nothing, which was too unfair!

Since Zhou Fan was not wearing a mask at this time, his expression looked a little unnatural.

At this time, everyone also noticed that the expression on his face was wrong.

The disfigured woman sitting behind Zhou Fan immediately asked with some concern: "What's wrong with you? Why don't you take out your props for everyone to see?"

"This..." Zhou Fan was hesitant, feeling a little difficult to speak.

The other five have flashlights, stun guns, watches, and maps, all of which are important items in the search for the murderer, but he has nothing.

Zhou Fan was afraid that after he told the truth, others would not believe him, so he was hesitating to tell the truth.

The young man in the vest sitting in the back row looked at the hesitant look on Zhou Fan's face, and suddenly remembered something at this moment.

As the high school student said earlier, the bow and crossbow were most likely thrown out of the classroom.

For a moment, the young man in the vest seemed to have thought of something, and looked at Zhou Fan with some suspicion in his eyes.

At this time, the high school student sneered and spoke: "I don't think he didn't take it out, but he didn't have it at all, or he had already thrown it away just now!"

If you really have props, labor and management must be kept well, why should you throw them away?

He immediately felt that there was something wrong with the high school student's brain.

In the next second, under everyone's gaze, the high school student pointed at Zhou Fan and said with great certainty: "That's right, that bow and crossbow just now may be a prop in his table hole!"

As soon as he said this, Zhou Fan was immediately stunned on the spot.

What the hell? I lost the crossbow?

When he came to his senses, he knew something was wrong.

At a young age, this high school student didn't expect his mind to be so deep.

This is a blatant attempt to frame oneself and blame oneself!