Do Not Laugh! This is a Horror Movie

Although Qiao Yunzheng's voice was still gentle, Fu Lanyu realized the severity of the situation.

He was nailed to a chair and couldn't get up. This shows that the ceremony has already begun, and everything is likely to happen next.

She asked in a low voice, "You said you can still move your hands, how far can you move?"

Qiao Yunzheng smiled helplessly: "I can peel an apple."

Bai Sheng was shocked by Liushen Wuzhu, a little panicked: "What should we do then? We have to try to save Mr. Qiao!"

"This force does not allow him to leave the chair. Obviously it is for him to complete the ritual. The game is set up so we can't interfere." Fu Lanyu was silent for a moment, calmly patted her hand, "You sit here, wait. No matter what happens, you are not allowed to move, can you hear me?"

"Oh……"

Then Fu Lanyu stood up, calmly walked to the desk, and bent down in front of the mirror.

Sure enough, there was no image of Qiao Yunzheng in the mirror.

But it showed her image.

Qiao Yunzheng saw her in the mirror. He couldn't look back, but his tone suddenly became serious.

"Sister Lan, what are you doing? Go back quickly."

"Let me see what's wrong with this mirror." Fu Lanyu put his hand on his shoulder and replied calmly, "Don't worry about me, cut your apple."

She didn't speak bluntly, but the meaning was very clear. No matter what was about to happen tonight, she would take the risk with him.

He was invited by her to help Bai Sheng pass. She has this responsibility.

Naturally, Qiao Yunzheng could also understand. He stared at her in the mirror, was startled for a long time, and then suddenly smiled.

"good."

He picked up the fruit knife and began to slowly peel from the top of the apple.

The apple peel spins and spirals, falling from between his slender and white fingers, revealing the yellow flesh.

Fu Lanyu always stood behind him, occasionally raising his eyes to look at spectacles, and occasionally lowering his eyes to look at him.

She felt that her heart was beating slightly faster, and she was indeed nervous.

I don't know whether it is the winning or losing of the game or the person in front of him that is nervous.

"Sister Lan." Qiao Yunzheng said slowly, "Why are your hands shaking?"

"...It's a bit cold in the room."

He smiled deeper: "Don't worry, I have always been good at peeling apples. I won't break the skin."

Fu Lanyu sighed, "Okay, then come on."

Bai Sheng sat cross-legged on the sofa, trembling: "You two come on..."

While talking, Qiao Yunzheng finally peeled the apple peel into a whole piece, and he threw the knife

, Put the apple in front of the mirror again.

He raised his hand, reassuringly, and patted Fu Lanyu's hand on his shoulder.

"do not be afraid."

"I'm not afraid, just don't be afraid."

The two held their breath and stared at the mirror intently.

The atmosphere dropped to freezing point, and even Bai Sheng, who was not far away, couldn't help but crane his neck to look here, as if his neck was stretched long enough to help the big guys.

The lights in the room were dim, and the ancient yellowish mirror in front of it seemed to be summoned by some power, and suddenly the dark red light appeared again.

Fu Lanyu only felt that her eyes were swayed. She moved her gaze downwards and was surprised to find that the apple that was still plump and plump a few seconds ago, at this moment, was like someone who had emptied its juice, and was rapidly shrinking and shrivelling until it completely became one. A blackened pit.

At the same time, the light of the mirror seemed to be getting brighter and brighter.

Moreover, her image in the mirror is slowly becoming blurred.

From the dark red light, the white mist that overflowed from the center gradually spread from the center, and finally covered the entire mirror surface.

In the white mist, it was as if a pen was slowly drawing, revealing a clear outline of a woman's body.

...If that person can also be called a "woman".

Fu Lanyu pressed the corners of his lips subconsciously, with a solemn expression.

The woman in the mirror wore a black burqa, covering her whole body tightly, showing only one face;

Her face was pale and terrible, but her eyes were dark, like ink dripping in the snow, with sharp contrast;

Her lips were painted bright red, and it was not an exaggeration to say that it was a mouthful of blood.

She looked at Qiao Yunzheng sitting in front of the mirror and suddenly smiled.

With this smile, her blood basin opened wide, and the corners of her mouth seemed to be torn by someone. If there were no ears blocking her, she would even meet behind her head.

The teeth in her mouth are fine and sharp, resembling the dense serrations of a piranha, which is chilling just by looking at it.

She raised her hand and waved at Qiao Yunzheng.

Her nails are dark and shiny, like ten sharp knives, which can cut people's throats with ease.

...But she didn't.

She stopped halfway through her hand, as if she was just trying to frighten and didn't want to take Qiao Yunzheng's life.

At least I didn't want to take it tonight.

For a long time, I heard Bai Sheng on the sofa, and said cautiously: "Lanlan, Mr. Qiao, how is your place?"

Fu Lanyu held Qiao Yunzheng's shoulders, and saw the white mist dissipate, and the woman in the mirror gradually disappeared. He finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Fortunately, nothing is wrong."

As soon as the voice fell, Qiao Yunzheng suddenly called her in a deep voice.

"Sister Lan."

This time, both his and her images were reflected in the mirror at the same time.

The scary thing is that both their faces were covered with blood, and even their clothes were stained with blood, describing them as hideous and appalling.

Fu Lanyu frowned and touched his face instinctively.

She touched Qiao Yunzheng's face again.

Then in the next second, the two in the mirror were like two melting red candles, slowly collapsing in the flowing dark red light.

There is blood, which is overflowing the mirror.

...That is not an illusion.

The mirror is really bleeding.

The blood completely flooded the picture in the mirror, and gathered into a river, breaking through the barriers of this mirror, and in a flash, it spread to the tabletop.

Seeing that it was about to flow to Qiao Yunzheng.

At the moment of the moment, Fu Lanyu reacted extremely quickly. She gave a sweet cry and tried her best to drag Qiao Yunzheng with a chair and abruptly dragged it away from the table.

"Shengsheng! Go to bed!"

Bai Sheng was startled, he bounced up and stumbled towards the direction of the bed.

Fu Lanyu dragged Qiao Yunzheng's chair with one person, dragging the chair all the way from the desk to the bed. She decisively grasped the two legs of the chair with both hands, lifted half of the chair like a lever, and turned Qiao Yunzheng onto the bed. .

The moment she jumped into bed, the river of blood in the mirror swelled into blood waves, pouring continuously towards the ground, as if it were pouring rain.

For a while, except for the square inch of the bed, the room was covered with blood, and there was no place to go.

It is conceivable that if it were not for her to act decisively, Qiao Yunzheng would be drenched in blood every minute. Even if he did not die tonight, it would be considered a violation of the game's "Don't be contaminated with filthy things" rule, and sooner or later, disaster would be imminent.

The traps in the Golden Game and the Platinum Game are everywhere, and sometimes even random targets are selected, and the selected person can only be considered bad luck.

So at this point, it is extremely important to find a reliable teammate and support each other.

After Qiao Yunzheng stayed away from the mirror, he lay on the bed for a while, his stiff body finally regained consciousness, he sat up and looked at Fu Lanyu for a long time.

"Sister Lan." He whispered, "You just saved my life."

"Yes, the chair is heavy, and you are heavy." Fu Lanyu replied lazily, rubbing his aching arm, "You remember this favor, and you will pay it back later."

"How do you want me to pay it back?"

Bai Sheng sat cross-legged on the head of the bed, hearing the words gossipingly: "Generally

In this case, you have to agree with you, Mr. Qiao, how about you think about it? "

Qiao Yunzheng smiled and groaned: "I really promised it by my body, it is me who has the advantage. It depends on the opinions of Lan Mei."

"You two are bored?" Fu Lanyu glanced at Bai Sheng, "Don't hurry to sleep."

Bai Sheng wondered: "We three are in the same bed, how do I sleep? I didn't sleep honestly. I kicked both of you down in the middle of the night, covered in blood..."

"I don't sleep, I'm here to watch you at night."

Qiao Yunzheng nodded: "I don't sleep either, I will also give you a vigil."

Bai Sheng's expression is complicated: "You two are sitting and I'm lying down. Is this called a night watch? This is called a shouling."

But as a protected object, she didn't have time to make any more complaints, and Fu Lanyu couldn't help but push her down on the bed and wrapped it in a quilt into a silkworm pupa.

"Did you talk so much nonsense when you crossed with your brother?"

"..."

Bai Sheng couldn't hold back Fu Lanyu, and she was really tired after a day of acting today.

There was a big man who helped to watch the night, so naturally there was nothing to worry about. She closed her eyes while holding the quilt, and soon there was a slight snoring like a kitten.

Qiao Yunzheng was massaging Fu Lanyu's arm, and his strength was not light or heavy, which made Fu Lanyu very satisfied, as if he had called a professional technician.

The two gave Bai Sheng enough space to rest. They sat side by side on the bed, staring down at the blood flowing under his feet.

Fu Lanyu seemed to be able to hear, and the faint laughter of a woman was looming, sometimes hovering outside the window, sometimes echoing in every corner of the room, from far to near, like Dolby surround sound.

She said: "I am afraid that many players will die tonight."

"It's normal." Qiao Yunzheng said, "There are so many players in this world, and the system is not ruthless. Does it all depend on everyone fighting each other?"

That would be too cruel.

Despite this kind of escape game, there is no kindness at all.

Fu Lanyu thought for a while: "I suddenly remembered that there is actually a more widely spread version of the legend about the Bloody Mary-when someone performs a summoning ceremony in the mirror, they will see the image of the witch in the mirror. If the ritual is not correct, you will be killed by a witch."

"It seems that the system is the King of Rongstalkers, which has mixed all the legends together."

"Does that mean that the countess we see is not necessarily the real countess?"

Qiao Yunzheng was lost in thought.

"Until we find more clues, we can't jump to conclusions, but

..." He chuckled, "Didn't we get the key to the fifth floor? "

Fu Lanyu immediately understood: "A trip tomorrow night?"

"Okay, let's go together."

The two slapped their hands.

The topic ended here, and he and she fell into their respective silent states again, very quiet, but not too embarrassed.

Fu Lanyu held his cheek with one hand and closed his eyes to rest his mind until he heard Qiao Yunzheng calling himself again.

"Sister Lan."

"Um?"

He asked softly: "You were only fifteen years old and so young, how could you be pulled into this system?"

"This is a survivor escape system. Will it care whether I am young or not? If I meet the standards, I will naturally be drawn in."

"Then how do you meet the criteria?"

"My father is an addiction. A gentleman, he had hallucinations on overdose that day, and he regarded me as a mother who had long been remarried and pierced my chest with a knife." Fu Lanyu said lightly, "I was rescued later, and even the doctor said that I was killed. It's hard to say that I couldn't survive in this situation."

"Then your father..."

"He died that night. The corpse was taken away by the community and cremated. No one wanted to give him a funeral."

Qiao Yunzheng's eyes darkened when he heard the words, "I'm sorry."

"It's nothing, so many years have passed, I've seen it a long time ago." Fu Lanyu glanced at him sideways, "What about you? You can't get stabbed too, right?"

He asked calmly: "Have you heard of a bar explosion in Xicheng District seven years ago?"

"It seems a bit of an impression. I was on the news at the time."

"Yes." He nodded calmly. "At that time, I was a part-time resident singer in a bar. All six people on the stage were dead, and only one of me was alive."

Because of this, he was also judged by the system as "the person who should have been damned" and was involved in this game.

Ironically, those countless survivors like him, the so-called luck and blessings that survived, finally became the data used by the system to calculate the probability, which opened the prelude to another tragedy.

They didn't even have a chance to ask, why.

"Sister Lan, you said, how many people can really make it to the day of platinum clearance?"

"I don't know, but I think I may not be able to make it." Fu Lanyu said in a calm tone when mentioning this incident. "So I can live for one day and be happy for one day, and if I live for a year, I will be happy for a year. Quan If it’s earned, don’t expect too much.”

The oil lamp on the wall cast fine light and shadow under Qiao Yunzheng’s eyes. He stared at her for a long time.

The look was gentle and confused.

"It's weird. I seem to have heard this." He sighed inexplicably. "But we have never seen it before, have we?"

"I have never experienced memory loss. As long as I have seen it in the game, I should have an impression."

He smiled and said, "It's too long to travel, and occasionally produce a little illusion, which is excusable-fortunately, whether we have seen it before or not, at least we know each other now."

Fu Lanyu met his gaze, speechless for a long while, and finally nodded.

"really."

If you have fate, no matter when you know it, it's not too late.

In the early morning, the sky just showed a faint sunlight.

Fu Lanyu opened her eyes, and she found that she had fallen asleep leaning on Qiao Yunzheng again last night, just like the last time she was in the utility room of the plastic surgery hospital.

She only moved, and Qiao Yunzheng opened his mouth, his voice very clear.

"Sister Lan, it's not early, you have to call ** to go back to the room."

He put his hand on her forehead and rubbed it lightly, as if to get rid of her sleepiness.

"……good."

Fu Lanyu straightened up and saw the dark red blood flowing across the ground last night, disappearing again without a trace.

She unfolded Bai Sheng's quilt with one hand and patted Bai Sheng's belly, like a cat calling home a lazy cat.

"Shengsheng, get up."

Bai Sheng shook his spirits abruptly, and a carp flicked up: "What's the matter? Something happened?"

"Very vigilant and improved." Fu Lanyu said, "But nothing happened, we just have to go back to the room."

"Oh..." Bai Sheng drew a handful of messy long hair, flexing his muscles and getting out of bed and putting on shoes, "Are we going to climb up with a rope?"

"Yes, this time you climb first, and I will support you underneath."

Qiao Yunzheng glanced at Fu Lanyu: "Be careful yourself."

"I know."

Bai Sheng was wearing the buttons of his coat, looking back and forth between the two of them, always feeling that he was a bit redundant here.

After a difficult night yesterday, the ambiguous relationship between the two seems to have made new progress.

...

As for how Miss Bai Sheng climbed from the third floor to the fourth floor window, the process was difficult, so I won't repeat it here.

Anyway, she slipped her feet several times, and one of them almost stepped on Fu Lanyu's face.

When the bell of the old castle struck seven times, it was time for breakfast again.

Standing at the door, Fu Lanyu heard the direction of the second and third floors, and there were screams of exclamation one after another, mixed with swear words from the male players because of panic.

It seems that she guessed right, and many people really died last night.

After a while, the door to the room diagonally opened also, and Ah Lu walked out swayingly.

"What's the matter? It's so noisy."

Fu Lanyu pointed downstairs: "Someone has died, I don't know who it is."

"It doesn't matter who it is, just die." Alu's voice is particularly pleasant, but what he said is straightforward and cruel, "For every more death, our odds of winning will increase by one more point."

"That's right." Fu Lanyu nodded calmly, "It makes sense."

"Let's go, let's join in the fun too, in case there is an unexpected gain."

At this moment, Bai Sheng also opened the door, poking out his head pretending to be confused: "Are you going downstairs? Together."

Then the three of them went downstairs side by side, and first went to the third floor to inquire about the situation.

Three people died on the third floor last night.

When descending from this side of the stairs, the closest thing is the bald programmer's room-according to everyone's expectation, he broke the rules first, stained with blood stains, so he must not survive last night.

The door of the programmer's room is concealed, as if the system deliberately showed his tragic situation to all players.

Several male players at the door were sweating on their foreheads, and some people had just vomited out of the toilet, wiping their mouths and cursing.

"Fuck, I can't stand this any more times."

Fu Lanyu opened the door and glanced inside.

With just one glance, she reacted quickly, and immediately blocked Bai Sheng, who had come up, behind her.

"Don't look at it."

"..." Bai Sheng took a step back subconsciously, and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong? Is it dead?"

"Well, it's dead."

The programmer was lying on his bed with the iconic plaid shirt beside the bed.

His head is intact, his eyes are round, his mouth is also open, and he freezes on a terrifying and terrifying expression.

And from the bottom of his neck to his feet, the flesh and blood had been completely stripped and shaved, leaving only a blood-stained **** spread among the bedding.

A Lu, who followed closely, also saw this scene, frowning with a look of disgust.

"What a nasty way to die."

Fu Lanyu asked her: "Did you see anyone else dead?"

"On the other side, two unlocked doors." A Lu pointed towards the end of the corridor, "One is a male player who is hot with tin foil. There is no sense of existence before, and the other is Xiaojin's original target."

Xiaojin’s target, the black and thin man,

Looks very bad luck, and did not survive last night.

In order to verify, Fu Lanyu walked around in person. When he came to the door of the black thin man's room, he saw Qiao Yunzheng also standing there.

"The two people's methods of death are the same." Qiao Yunzheng whispered, "They were killed by the witch during the prayer ceremony."

Fu Lanyu looked into the room and saw the black and thin man sitting in front of the desk mirror, his upper body leaned back limply, there were five clear cuts that were cut by a sharp blade, scratching his face from the top of his head. All the way through to the abdomen, the flesh and skin split open, revealing the thick bones.

The blood shed all over the place.

There is no doubt that those wounds were caused by the witch's sharp nails, which she had seen with her own eyes last night.

"I'll go downstairs and have a look."

She didn't stay long, and returned along the road to meet Bai Sheng and A Lu, and went down to the second floor.

Two people died on the second floor last night.

One of the players had no memory. Fu Lanyu had a vague impression of him at best. His method of death was nothing special, and he was beaten to death by the witch's claws.

The other player is the target of Ah Fan.

He was also sitting in front of the mirror, but his whole body was intact and no wounds were visible.

It wasn't until Fu Lanyu came closer that he could see that there was a black and purple bruise on his neck, which was deeply cut into the neck bone.

He was strangled to death.

……In other words, there is a high probability of being strangled to death by Afen.

After all, this man was not very lucky. He escaped the punishment of the witch, but he did not escape the assassination of the fake teammate.

The countess did not come this morning, and it seemed that she would decide whether she would come or not.

According to the current situation, there are still ten players left.

But when Fu Lanyu and the others came to the auditorium, they found that there were only nine sets of tableware on the table.

Ah Fen arrived very early and was already sitting on her seat and waiting.

A Lu walked straight over and sat next to A Fen. The two seemed to glance at each other inadvertently.

When the ninth man also entered the auditorium, butler William closed the door outside as usual.

Fu Lanyu quickly looked around the audience, and finally came to the conclusion: Except for a few deceased, Alu's target object, the gentle college student has also disappeared.

She bowed her head and drank the porridge made with milk. She looked attentive. In fact, she had keen ears. She heard Ah Fen and Ah Lu sitting next to each other and exchanged a few words softly.

A fan: "How to deal with it?"

A Lu: "I didn't do it, he jumped upstairs by himself."

A Fen: "Then your guess is correct, and the ceremony must be performed in your own room.

"

A Lu: "Remember to take a knife with you later."

A fan: "I know."

This conversation is so natural, and the tacit understanding is not like the ally you just met.

Fu Lanyu thought of something, she was expressionless and took another spoonful of porridge, and took a bite of sweet pastry by the way.

The food in this place is really good.

Then she felt that the corner of her clothes was pulled by Bai Sheng.

Bai Sheng cautiously motioned her to look into the corner of the dining table.

She raised her eyes and glanced at it, then calmly averted her gaze.

"Um."

In fact, she noticed the male player just now, and not only her, but many people in the room noticed it.

The male player’s jacket was tightly fastened, and even the top button was buttoned, which was obviously intentional to cover something;

His sweatpants and sneakers are all black, which is inconspicuous at first glance, but using reflections, you can find that the fabric is covered with condensed blood.

Others may not know where this large area of ​​blood comes from, but she knows it very well.

The male player encountered the same situation as Qiao Yunzheng last night.

There are three results in the prayer ritual: 1. Nothing happens; 2. Killed by a witch on the spot; 3. After being stained with blood flowing from the mirror, he will die one day later.

The three results are triggered randomly, which means that on the even-numbered night, the male players who perform the ritual can only rely on luck.

No one knows what is waiting for him.

There is only one way to break this deadlock and completely eliminate the possibility of death.

Clear the game before the next even number night arrives.

Fu Lanyu reached out and concealed the sharp knife used to cut bread in the sleeve of his jacket.

She raised her eyes calmly.

Sure enough, Qiao Yunzheng, who was opposite, was doing the same thing as her.

Next, I am afraid there will be a tough battle to be fought.

After breakfast, everyone went back to each house as usual. Fu Lanyu deliberately walked slowly for a while, and then went straight to the third floor.

Qiao Yunzheng left the door for her.

"You just came in, so you are not afraid of being discovered by others?"

"There are only nine people left in the unity. Afen and Alu tacitly agreed that you are my target. Xiaojin has seen us act together again, so let's find out if we find out."

Qiao Yunzheng smiled: "Now there are only eight people left."

"how?"

"I just saw from the window that the male player covered in blood climbed down from the second floor with a rope, trying to escape from the manor."

"Then what?"

"Then..." Qiao Yunzheng replied calmly, "He was quickly caught by the housekeeper, entangled in the thorn bushes outside the manor, and disappeared."

Fu Lanyu was silent for a while and nodded: "He really has no choice."

The male player had just lost his soul when he was eating, his face was gray, and he had obviously reached the critical point of collapse.

Either stay until tonight and wait for death, or try to escape, he can only make a desperate move.

Although the so-called all-or-nothing, it doesn't make any sense.

In view of the elimination of too many people last night, so far, there are still alive players: A Lu, A Fan, Xiaojin, Dao Man, Fu Qiaobai trio, and a man in his thirties with a mustache. .

Qiao Yunzheng said: "Scar Man and the male player have gotten online. Maybe it's because he wants to form an alliance at the last minute, or maybe..."

Fu Lanyu knew: "Want to tie a ticket at night?"

"Probably."

After all, it was the singular night of sacrificing female players again. If Scar Man had a definite goal, he would definitely find someone to kidnap the ball and cast the goal together.

"There are only three male players in total. Why didn't he win you with you?"

"Probably he thinks I can't handle it."

"But there are eight of us now, even if they form an alliance, two votes are not enough."

"Everyone has their own minds. If the votes are scattered, the result will be uncertain." Qiao Yunzheng thought for a while and asked with interest, "Who do you think he wants to vote for?"

"It's hard to tell, I haven't dealt with him." Fu Lanyu shook his head, "I only know that he was scolded by A Fan the first night. Maybe I want to get rid of A Fan first-but A Fan and A Green will definitely kidnap votes. , He may not be able to do what he wants."

"Do you also think A Fen and A Lu are in the same group?"

"I was not sure before, but in the auditorium just now, I found that the two of them are fully aware of each other's trajectory and are very close. It should not be the first time they have cooperated."

Being able to form an alliance quickly, trust each other, be inseparable, act in a similar style, and be able to use other female players as gunners together...It is conceivable that the two must have been partners for a long time.

It's all in the golden game. How can there be no players who are bound to enter?

It's nothing more than hiding well.

Qiao Yunzheng thoughtfully: "Who will they vote for tonight, do you have a clue?"

"For now, they may vote for a small gold, but who is sure of this kind of thing, and the possibility of them turning over in battle cannot be ruled out. Anyway, they only need to ensure that they are not sacrificed."

"In other words, we must make two-handed preparations, including the plan for you or Miss Bai to be cast out."

"Yes." Fu Lanyu sighed, "We have to consider everything thoroughly. It is best to find a way to clear the customs tonight, otherwise it will be delayed until tomorrow night, if the witch chooses you..."

"No." Qiao Yunzheng comforted her with a gentle voice, "I am a person who has always had a hard life, otherwise he will not be promoted to platinum. You don't have to worry about me, just protect yourself then."

His tone was calm and calm, like gossiping, as if the person facing this risk was not himself.

Fu Lanyu looked at him, very rare, and couldn't help but ask more.

"After seven years, have you ever been scared?"

Qiao Yunzheng also seemed a little surprised, and couldn't help laughing: "Why ask this?"

She has a serious face: "I'm curious."

"I'm afraid... of course I was afraid. When I first crossed, I closed my eyes every night and dreamed of countless ghosts dangling in front of me. I woke up in a cold sweat and my clothes were soaked."

"But slowly I get used to it. If you are selected by this dog system, if you can't see it by yourself, even if you can pass the level, you can't live in reality-because you never know that the next world you cross will not It will be my own grave."

This is a road to death. There are very few survivors who can finally escape from birth. The more so, the longer the wait will become.

No one can see the dawn before the darkness.

Either choose to accept or self-destruct.

Either way, it is cruel.

Fu Lanyu can fully understand, so in these years, she will tell herself over and over again that one day will be happy, and before the tragedy arrives, don't leave any regrets.

"Compared with many people, we are already lucky."

"I think so too." Qiao Yunzheng smiled, "In fact, Sister Lan, I have something to ask you before I act tonight."

"You say, I'm listening."

He put his hand on her shoulder, and said seriously: "Regarding the long-term binding and crossing, when are you going to give me an answer?"

"..."

The day of this day, like the tranquility before a storm, makes people shudder.

At dinner, there were only eight sets of cutlery left on the table, and the countess was still sitting at the end, sipping red wine elegantly, while looking at the remaining survivors with her sapphire eyes.

It is not the look in the eyes of the guests, it is the look in the eyes of the prey.

She finally got up and left the table. After a while, Butler William walked into the auditorium, holding a stack of parchment and eight quill pens in his hand.

With the usual polite smile on his face, he bowed.

"In order to thank the countess for her hospitality, please vote for a beautiful female guest. She will have the honor to perform a sacred ceremony with the countess at midnight."

Yes, it's the same line.

It’s just that tonight is more intimate, even the paper and pen for voting are ready, for fear that they are not fair enough.

When the door of the auditorium was closed again, the hourglass on the table started to count, and the eight players looked at each other with calculations and considerations in their eyes.

"The male players are obviously at a disadvantage tonight, and only three of us are left." Scarman laughed lowly, "I think we have to be more or less united and give priority to the most threatening ones."

The bearded man who was drawn to him responded and agreed.

Qiao Yunzheng didn't pay attention to it, so he nodded perfunctorily.

"What do you think of that brother?"

Scar man said: "Pink hair or black clothes, choose one."

A Fen lowered her head and cut the pork chops in front of her. He didn't say anything, but she could see that her teeth had worn out several times.

Fu Lanyu turned the red wine glass in his hand, but did not catch it.

Qiao Yunzheng paused and gave Scarman a meaningful look.

"It makes sense, but I think the person wearing glasses is also dangerous. When crossing before, this kind of seemingly quiet and honest is the best at stabbing people in the back."

Scar Man glanced at Xiao Jin wearing glasses, frowning displeased: "She can postpone a little bit, and then cast again."

"Why do you postpone your vote?" Fu Lanyu asked indifferently, "Do you objectively think that she is not threatening, or are you subjectively trying to protect her?"

"..."

Scar man's face is a bit ugly.

"You said he wanted to protect me? In fact, this one wants to protect you, right?" Xiao Jin put down the fork in his hand, and pointed his slender fingers decisively at Qiao Yunzheng. It’s a pity that no one believes me—A Fen A Lv, I expressed my opinion for the last time, if you are smart enough, you must cast her out first. That bone is not a clue at all, it’s a blinding technique she used to plant me. Do you want to let her go through customs with real clues?"

"I don't have any clues in my hand. You have nothing to prove. You have to show evidence."

"Who said I have no evidence?" Xiao Jin said angrily, "throw you out first, and then go to your room tonight to search and find out-if you don't have it in your room, it's in his room!"

Fu Lanyu nodded clearly: "It seems that getting in and out of other people's rooms is not difficult for you. Why, do you still have the ability to pick door locks?"

"..."

"She can't pry, but I will." When Scar Man saw the situation, he readily admitted, with a confident look, "Yes, I pried the lock of his room yesterday, and I took the rope back. Yes, you two think you can hide this?"

So yesterday morning, it was actually three people working together.

Xiao Jin coaxed the black thin man to report to the housekeeper, and asked the Scar Man to pry open Qiao Yunzheng's room, go in and collect the rope, while she hid behind the window to observe in secret.

The black thin man is just a tool she uses. Her real partner is the scar man, and it seems that 80% of them are bound to cross.

Suddenly A Fen sneered: "Oh, that's how it is. With us here, it's all one-to-one bindings. Did you perform well in the previous act?"

The matter is now, the showdown is all showdown, Fu Lanyu doesn't need to cover it, she looped her arms and leaned back on the chair.

"Yes, they are all bound in, just like you and Alu."

A Fen looked at her coldly, and A Lu also cast a glance immediately, smiling with amorous feelings.

"Good-looking, sister, I have already said that this girl is a ruthless character at first glance, and her temperament can't deceive people."

"So what can I say? Anyway, the **** thing is going to die, sooner or later."

A Fen picked up the quill in front of her and started voting decisively.

Obviously, she targeted Fu Lanyu this time.

Bai Sheng beside him was too anxious, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

However, in contrast, Fu Lanyu and Qiao Yunzheng were very calm. They looked down and voted, as if they had fully anticipated the result.

She froze for a moment, sighed helplessly, and wrote two words on the paper stroke by stroke: Xiaojin.

...

The hourglass used for timekeeping has leaked the last grain of sand.

The eight ballot papers are neatly coded on the table. Since everyone does not know each other's names, they are all coded.

Among them, Xiaojin got three votes, and Fu Lanyu got five votes, and the most votes were elected.

The eyes behind Xiaojin's lenses faintly showed complacency, and even the original voice that was only innocence became clear at this time.

"Sure enough, everyone has judgment."

Fu Lanyu Lazy