I play games in the wasteland world

In the evening, when Xu Qi woke up, Wen Ruo was in the room, sitting in a rocking chair and reading a book.

"Is it still that book?"

Wen Ruo closed the book, exposed the cover, and waved it towards Xu Qi.

The big words "Postpartum Care of Sows" stung Xu Qi's eyes, and he blinked.

"Your hobbies are really unique."

"Let's go have dinner." Wen Ruo put the book back on the shelf and stretched.

"Okay, wait while I wash my face." Xu Qi hurriedly wiped his face a few times and went downstairs with Wen Ruo.

The fifth day, evening, first floor, living room.

The atmosphere among the people was more solemn than at noon. Everyone still had a cup of honey water on their table, which was steaming warm, as if to ridicule everyone's escape.

Wen Ruo and Xu Qi sat down opposite them. Coincidentally, they were the two people sitting across from them in Room 8 yesterday morning. The distance between the two people was farther than last time, and the movements between their bodies showed their affection for each other.

Be prepared.

Just touching each other's arms can trigger a wave of conflict.

There are two pairs of teammates who are also wary of each other. These are only the three teams that have shown obvious performance. The rest have also quietly increased their wariness of their teammates in their hearts.

Without him, although Tian Rongjun's death last night was acquiesced by everyone, it was like a fuse that ignited the suspicion among everyone.

As long as you kill the person sleeping next to you, you can definitely get a Christmas Eve, especially today, everyone has a glass of honey water in front of them, so who will die at night?

It's you?

still me?

I don’t want to die, so can I ask you to die?

The dinner ended in silence, the time came to 6:55, and the night swallowed up the last trace of afterglow as promised.

Everyone returned to the room. Xu Qi didn't know who would die tonight, so he asked Wen Ruo curiously.

"Do you know who the judge is going to kill tonight?"

"If I were a judge, I wouldn't kill anyone tonight." Wen Ruo took off his shoes and went to bed.

"Why?"

"Everyone will wonder if the person who dies tonight is you. When the time of death is getting closer and closer, and the remaining time is getting less and less, will you choose to kill your teammates and get Christmas Eve?" Wen Ruo

He said quietly, the tone of which made the hairs all over Xu Qi's body stand up.

"Is this really going to happen?" Xu Qi patted his arm and pushed down the standing hairs.

"I think our judge is pretty smart." Wen Ruo thought for a moment and nodded.

"There is a high probability that this will be the case."

"Go to sleep."

Late at night, the faint moonlight travels through a long time and space, leisurely falls on the villa on the island, shines through the window into Room 8 on the second floor.

I saw two people sleeping with their eyes closed, their inner thoughts rising and falling. Someone slowly moved his hand in the cup, and suddenly he was holding a silver table knife.

The other person rolled his eyes, turned over, lay on his side, and faced his teammates.

The trembling eyelids showed that he was not asleep either.

The bright moonlight passed through room 8 and passed through other rooms one after another.

In Room 3, Zheng Ming was lying on the bed alone, tossing and turning.

In Room 9, Fang Yi slept peacefully with his arms and legs curled up like a baby in its mother's womb.

His teammate opened and closed his eyes, constantly looking at Fang Yi, and finally closed his eyes in annoyance, turned around, and faced the window.

The moonlight passed through leisurely, revealing everyone's thoughts at a glance.

Tonight is another quiet night.

Day six, morning, first floor, living room.

Wen Ruo and Xu Qi sat down, and with a quick glance, they knew the number of people in their minds.

Two people died last night, but their teammates didn't say anything about it.

There was only one person left in Room 8. He calmly picked up a piece of bread, as if he had put down a burden in his heart.

There was only one person left in Room 1, but his state was not as relaxed as in Room 8. Instead, his hands and feet were trembling, his face was as white as paper, and he kept muttering "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Everyone knew what had happened, and their vigilance against each other was raised to the highest level.

"Brother Zheng, can the props be used today?" someone asked. His physical fitness is not much better than Tian Rongjun, and he can no longer hold it up today. In such an atmosphere, he dare not trust anyone, for fear that someone will kill him.

Own.

Zheng Ming showed a somewhat troubled expression.

"It can be used, but if you use it today, the results won't be available until tomorrow."

Hearing this, the man nodded quickly.

"It's okay, it's okay. We'll know who the judge is tomorrow. That's great, that's great."

Others also breathed a sigh of relief and can leave the dungeon tomorrow.

Wen Ruo frowned. She didn't think Zheng Ming had such a tool, but he said he would know who the judge was tomorrow. If he couldn't tell who the judge was tomorrow, Zheng Ming could bear the backlash.

?

Moreover, the previously speculated judgment table has not yet been opened. Is the death toll not enough?

What action does Zheng Ming intend to take? Wen Ruo thought about it.

"What do you mean by today's death conditions?" Fu Jing asked cautiously.

[Five little soldiers, all working as lawyers; the imperial court sentenced them to death, and only four of the five were left.]

Knowing that they can leave tomorrow, everyone is also interested in discussing.

"Yes, what does being a lawyer mean? Are any of us lawyers?"

"Or does anyone like to read books about law?"

Everyone was discussing each other, and only one person did not participate in the discussion - Zheng Ming.

Wen Ruo narrowed his eyes. Could it be that today's death conditions are related to Zheng Ming?

Did he work as a lawyer before? Or did he know that the judge had some reason to kill him?

After breakfast, everyone dispersed. Although they were still wary of each other, the atmosphere was less tense because of Zheng Ming's words.

Wen Ruo stayed in the room, and Xu Qi followed him back to the room. He saw Wen Ruo standing sideways next to the window sill, behind the wall, looking out the window.

"What are you looking at?" Xu Qi walked over and hid behind the wall.

"Look at Zheng Ming." Wen Ruo pointed to Zheng Ming's figure, who was following the remaining person in Room 1.

"Wouldn't it be possible to know who the judge is tomorrow? Why does Zheng Ming still want to go out?"

"Do you really think Zheng Ming has such a magical prop?"

"Since it is a prop, it is possible. However, what he said is indeed questionable. He has never said what the so-called harsh conditions for use of his props are. We have not seen his props, and on his first day

He didn’t say he had any props.” The more he talked, the more Xu Qi felt that Zheng Ming was lying.

"Then what is he going to do now? If he can't point out who the judge is tomorrow, the angry crowd will kill him."

"I think the conditions of his death today have something to do with him." Wen Ruo said his guess.

She and Xu Qi looked at each other and thought they should follow him to see what Zheng Ming was going to do.

The two of them had just gone downstairs when they heard a system prompt above the living room.

[Dip, the number of players alive is 10/20, the trigger condition is, the trial table is opened

Judgment table: A vote can be held every evening. If the person with the highest number of votes is the judge, it will be determined that the judge has been found and the player wins]

Wen Ruo's pupils shrank. In such a short time, could Zheng Ming kill the person in Room 1?

Upstairs, everyone who heard the sound hurriedly went downstairs. They saw a burst of white light rising from the dining table in the living room on the first floor, and then converging into three big characters.

"Judgment Table"

It landed on the dining table and disappeared, leaving only a countdown hanging directly above the table:

There are still: 8:00:00 left until the voting time