I play games in the wasteland world

The fourth night, six o'clock, living room on the first floor.

This time Zheng Ming finally appeared, but his condition seemed a little wrong. His hair was messy because he frequently pulled his head with his hands, and dense red bloodshot eyes could be seen in his eyes.

Everyone was very surprised by Zheng Ming's situation and subconsciously thought that Zheng Ming was studying all night in order to pass the customs, so that his mental state collapsed.

After all, Zheng Ming held everyone's hope for passing the level, and no one wanted him to fall, so some people took the initiative to comfort him.

"Brother Zheng, don't be too nervous. We have discovered the conditions for death, which is the nursery rhyme. As long as we don't do what meets the conditions, no one will die, and you will have more time to use props to find the judge.

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"That's right, Brother Zheng. If you fall, we won't be able to get through."

"That's right, Brother Zheng, come and have something to eat and take a rest."

Zheng Ming raised his head, with a pale face, he twitched the corners of his mouth, showed a forced smile, and sat down.

While they were talking, Tian Rongjun also came to the living room. He followed Zheng Ming. He had a stooped figure and gray hair, as if he had aged ten years overnight, making him look like he would drive away in the next second.

Tian Rongjun glanced at the dinner, and without stopping, he continued to circle around the crowd. Most of the people were frightened by the sight.

But seeing that his condition was just as wrong as Zheng Ming's, he didn't dare to say anything.

"What's wrong with them?" Xu Qi tilted his head slightly and asked Wen Ruo quietly.

"In your eyes, do I know everything?" Wen Ruo's voice came without moving her lips.

"How do you know I think this way?" Xu Qi was very cooperative and took over Wen Ruo's words.

"I can only guess a thing or two about this matter. It is not as attractive as the story of the person involved." Wen Ruonu pursed her lips and motioned to Xu Qi to listen to Tian Rongjun's words.

"The judge is going to kill the two of us tonight." Tian Rongjun broke the silence, his voice hoarse like firewood being dragged across the ground.

"This morning, we just woke up and found an ax in the room!"

"Axe?" Everyone is very sensitive to this keyword because it is today's death condition.

"I knew that the condition for death today was an axe, so I quickly woke up Zheng Ming and wanted to ask if he had brought the ax in." Tian Rongjun continued.

Hearing someone mention his name, Zheng Ming shook his head, sobered up a bit, and then continued.

"It's like this. Lao Tian woke me up this morning and asked me out of nowhere what kind of ax it was. How did I know how the ax came in?" Zheng Ming glanced at everyone with tired eyes, and those he saw subconsciously avoided their eyes.

"Brother Zheng and I threw the ax into the warehouse, but!" Tian Rongjun paused.

"But the ax is back!"

"Later we threw it outside the villa, but not long after, I saw it appear in the room again." Tian Rongjun's body trembled, as if he was trapped in his own world.

"Then we threw it into the sea again, thinking it would be fine this time, but it came back again!" Tian Rongjun squatted on the ground with his head in his hands in pain.

"No matter where you throw it, it can come back. This is not an ax, this is the curse of death!"

"This man has been driven crazy." Xu Qi was surprised, as if he didn't understand why an ax could drive a man like this.

"If they are cursed by death, they can't get rid of it. The countdown is ticking to remind them that the time is coming. Who can not go crazy?"

Others don't know what to say. Their hope of clearing the dungeon lies with Zheng Ming, but Zheng Ming will be killed by the judge tonight. Without Zheng Ming, it will be more difficult for them to clear the level.

"Actually, you won't necessarily die, right?" someone mentioned vaguely.

The others understood immediately.

[Article 2, if someone dies that day, the judge will not hold a trial at night.]

If you kill one person, you can save Zheng Ming's life. Maybe his props can be used tomorrow. If you find the judge, you can clear the level.

Everyone's eyes were looking around, but no one took the initiative to ask, who to kill? What if they want to kill themselves? Thinking of this, everyone looked at each other warily to confirm that no one wanted to kill themselves.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Tian Rongjun was crying.

Everyone's eyes moved to Tian Rongjun, settled for a moment, and then looked at each other in a tacit understanding.

Tian Rongjun was already very old, but when he was frightened by the ax incident, he looked even older. His whole body was trembling, as if his skeleton was about to fall apart.

"Cough" someone coughed but said nothing.

The atmosphere became weird. A silent tacit understanding flowed through everyone, gathered into a bundle, and silently flowed through the air, waiting for someone to grab a corner of it and reveal its full picture so that people could spit it out.

This breath can't come up or go down.

Zheng Ming's eyes moved, but he didn't speak. He was not suitable to speak at this time. He only needed to do things in silence. When he was grief-stricken and despairing, he repeatedly refused and finally accepted everyone's suggestions helplessly.

As for what that opinion was, everyone present knew it except Tian Rongjun.

Soon the clock came to 6:50, and everyone returned to the room. When Zheng Ming and Tian Rongjun went upstairs, a person was pushed out as a representative and called out to Zheng Ming. The two whispered for a while in the corner of the stairs.

During this period, Zheng Ming expressed anger many times, his face turned red, and he stamped his feet to indicate that he wanted to leave.

But the thin representative gently held Zheng Ming's arm, so the angry Zheng Ming could not move and was forced to stop. Finally, he nodded helplessly, with a heavy expression on his face, as if he had accepted some forced advice.

After reaching an agreement, the two people left the corner of the stairs, and the footsteps going upstairs became much brisker.

After Wen Ruo and Xu Qi finished watching the whole play, they returned to the room. Wen Ruo didn't express any opinions, but Xu Qi was very angry.

"They wanted Zheng Ming to kill Tian Rongjun to save his life, and everyone agreed."

"It's not surprising. According to Zheng Ming, the props in his hands can reveal the identity of the judge." Wen Ruo continued to take out her book and read it.

"Aren't you angry?"

"What's the use of being angry? Can you stop Zheng Ming from killing Tian Rongjun? No one else will agree, or are you willing to die in Tian Rongjun's place?" Wen Ruo raised an eyebrow.

"So I say that your moral line is not suitable for surviving in the dungeon. When you have the ability, this is a good thing, but when you are not capable, it will only harm yourself and the people around you."

Wen Ruo's words seemed to touch Xu Qi's pain point. His expression was startled, and then he covered his face in pain.

"You're right, this will indeed harm the people around me."

"I will try my best to avoid this situation in the future and make myself stronger." Xu Qi quickly adjusted his state and lay on the bed, thinking that another person would die tonight, and the judge's figure was hidden behind the person.

Afterwards, there was still no trace.

Wen Ruo also put down his book and lay on the bed, thinking about something.

Outside the villa, there was no moon to be seen tonight, and the ink-black sky stretched into the distance, blending with the equally black sea water, making it quiet and restless.