Mystery Makes Me Strong

When Wen Rensheng woke up again, he found himself suddenly appearing behind a long table, sitting on a certain seat.

There are ten seats, symmetrically distributed on both sides of the long table, and a number plate, from 1 to 10, is placed on the table in front of each seat.

And to his right hand, at the narrow end of the long table, there is also a seat, and on the table in front of this seat, there is a "0" number plate.

The seat where Wen Rensheng was sitting happened to be number 3.

Wen Rensheng thought about it, and thought that the arrangement of the numbers must have been arranged by some crappy programmer. Only they will habitually start counting from 0 when counting.

Is this a meeting?

He thought so, then noticed himself.

Black and white striped sportswear, Asian skin, isn't this the man who jumped to his death before?

His consciousness seems to be attached to this man?

By the way, that bastard Xiao Huan said that he wanted to see what this man was thinking. Could it be related to her?

Just as he was thinking, soon, different people began to appear in other seats.

There are whites, there are blacks, there are Asians, there are men, there are women...

What they have in common is that their eyes are confused and they look around.

"Didn't I hang myself? Why didn't I die? Is this hell?" A middle-aged woman in a long skirt, seated at No. 8, wanted to stand up.

Yet there seemed to be a force that bound her to her seat.

Others were also shouting: "What place is this? Where am I, who am I now? Am I dead?"

They also wanted to get out of their seats, but they couldn't get up. All they could move were their upper body, hands, mouth, torso, and head.

Wen Rensheng rolled his eyes slightly, and he instantly understood the origins of these people—all of them committed suicide, but the causes of death were various.

And with his knowledge and his current reserve of the mysterious seed, he immediately figured out the ultimate meaning of this scene.

If he's right, a host will appear shortly.

Sure enough, in three minutes, when the other nine people were still making noise, a person wearing a clown mask and a tuxedo suddenly appeared in seat 0.

With a hoarse voice, he opened his hands and said, "I'm so tired, AND, street man, welcome to the world of werewolf killing!"

This person is a mixture of Chinese and English, and they are not standard, dry, which makes people sound extremely funny.

But at this time, no one felt it was funny, only felt a sense of weirdness and... horror.

Many of them have heard of Werewolf Killing. After all, this is a very famous cooperation and confrontation game.

"What do you want us to do?" Seat No. 2 was a young woman with tears in her eyes.

Her problem is also everyone's problem.

"It's very simple, let's play a game, and the bet of the game is your lost lives! It's very simple, the rules are similar to ordinary werewolf killing games, except that in this, death is real death." No. 0 The clown smiled "hee hee".

Everyone's expression changed.

Most people are vaguely aware of some rules: this game is most famous for its werewolf characters, civilian characters, and other characters, but they don't know it very well, after all, they haven't played it.

Werewolves can kill after dark, that is to say, if it is your turn to be a civilian, you will experience the horror of being killed every night!

Naturally, werewolves are not invincible. There is a voting session during the day, and everyone can analyze their speeches and win votes to vote for the werewolf they believe and kill him.

This is also a kind of death. No one thinks that the person who is thrown out will still be alive.

In short, no one is absolutely safe. This game is also full of fun with psychological games, reasoning and analysis, super high confrontation, and some fans enjoy it.

However, if death becomes real, I am afraid that few people will like it.

Therefore, among the 10 people present, except for Wen Rensheng, everyone else became nervous.

"Who the hell are you, let us go back!" Seat No. 1 was a young man in his twenties, who took the lead in shouting.

"Yeah, let us go back!"

"Let's go home! We don't want to play some shit werewolf killing!"

Everyone followed suit and shouted.

"Let you go back? Yes...but are you sure you want to go back to the original place?" After hearing everyone's pleas, the No. 0 clown suddenly had his mouth open on the clown mask. kind of.

He stretched out his hand and saw a different picture in front of everyone's seat:

In front of Wen Rensheng's eyes was a concrete floor that was getting bigger and bigger.

The images of other people are either the sea surface, ropes, or pale hospital beds.

Suddenly many people fell silent.

Only one white man at No. 7 persisted and shouted: "Let me go back, I just want to go back!"

What kind of world where werewolves kill, he doesn't want to experience the horror of being killed every day and every night!

Wen Rensheng looked up, and saw the scene in front of that person's seat, which was a piece of blue sea.

The others looked at the white man No. 7 in surprise.

But soon someone said: "Hmph, do you think that you can still live after returning to the water..."

In the process of seeking death, most people tend to regret it, but it is irreversible.

Of course, many people were rescued, and most of these people will not seek death again.

"It's up to you!" Caucasian man No. 7 said loudly. Obviously, after he returned, he would definitely not seek death again.

A smug expression appeared on his face, and he said to everyone: "You deserve it, who made you all choose to jump off the building and hang yourself, or you are taking medicine, even if you go back, you will die."

Everyone was furious, but there was nothing they could do, because they were all fixed in their seats.

Wen Rensheng nodded, what No. 7 said is correct, although he is very arrogant, but among the death methods present, only he, the one who committed suicide by jumping into the sea, is the most likely to return alive.

The clown smiled at the white man No. 7: "Well, I am a fair person, since you want to go back, then you can go back."

White man No. 7 said happily, "Thank you, you are an angel."

The clown waved at the white man No. 7, and the man disappeared in his seat.

Everyone else's eyes showed envy, jealousy, and extreme regret!

They regretted why they chose that way of death that could not be turned back!

Some committed suicide by taking poison, some hanged themselves, and some jumped off buildings.

These ways, if you leave here and return to the original place, you will die.

Those who took the poison still hoped to struggle, but since those people did not choose to go back, it meant that they took cyanide and the like, which could not be rescued in time.

Otherwise, they must have chosen to go back like the No. 7 white man.

While everyone was regretting, Wen Rensheng noticed that the screen in front of seat 7 was still playing!

In that picture, in the blue sea water, the figure of a white man suddenly appeared.

I saw him thrashing desperately in the water...

"HELP, HELP!"

While thumping, he shouted.

However, Wen Rensheng saw that no one came to rescue him. On the contrary, a dorsal fin commonly seen in movies was rapidly approaching from a distance.

"Haha, that guy is going to be unlucky! There are sharks!" Finally, like Wen Rensheng, someone noticed the picture in front of seat 7.

"It deserves it, does he think he can live if he escapes?" Others followed suit bitterly.

Only No. 2, the young woman with tears in her eyes, said in a low voice: "It's so pitiful, I finally had a chance to survive, and I'm about to die again."

Wen Rensheng turned his head and glanced at the other party, carefully observing the other party's expression.

This woman is not pretending, what she just said should be her nature.

After all, reality is reality, and there are not many people who can disguise their true thoughts very well.

Maybe the opponent can do this after going through many games.

But right now, apparently not.

Especially in front of him.