Survival game: my plug-ins can stack up

"Who knows if the special item you mentioned really exists?" The fat man finally added, "Maybe you made it up?"

"This is indeed a coincidence. It's just your bad luck that you chose to make a fuss about a player who I have already identified as a good person." The duck cap calmly confronted the fat man, "As for my special item..."

He opened his right hand, and something like a small radar appeared in his palm, a little smaller than his palm.

"As long as a discerning person sees it, he should understand that this must be a special item." He stretched his arm forward and slightly raised the small radar, "No one would carry such a meaningless toy with them, right?"

Everyone glanced at the little radar and nodded.

As a toy, this small plastic toy is really ordinary. Older children have no interest in playing with it, and adults are even less likely to carry it with them.

So, this must be a special item.

The fat man snorted: "Even if it is really a special item, it doesn't prove that it functions as you described."

"What, you want me to put a special item in your hands and let you see the details of this special item in person?" The peaked cap flipped his wrist and the small radar disappeared. "Do you think I would do something so stupid? Is it something? If the special items were taken away by you, is there still a chance to return them? "

"Then you can give the special items to others to see." The fat man immediately seized the opportunity to question the peaked cap, "As long as three people are randomly selected and after seeing the details of your special items, they are willing to prove that what you said is right, then Your words have credibility.”

At this point, he showed a look of disdain: "Like you, you just hide the special item and don't dare to show it to anyone. It's easy for people to suspect that the ability of the special item you mentioned is fake."

"Even if players belong to the same camp in this game, they are only companions in this game. When going through the game process, you can trust your companions wholeheartedly, but you cannot be completely defenseless in other matters. "The peaked cap said very frankly, "I think everyone has the same idea as me."

He paused deliberately and looked at everyone's expressions.

Seeing that most of the people didn't show any disgust, and a few even nodded subconsciously, the peaked hat felt relieved.

He continued: "In this case, it is even more impossible for me to easily hand over my special items to others without knowing who my companions are. Special items are not bound to the player, and anyone can Take it away, and once the other party hides it, I may not be able to get it back."

What he said was quite tactful.

In fact, even if he is sure who his companion is, he cannot easily hand over his special items to his "companion".

Your companions in this game may be your enemies in the next game.

Companions can work hard to cooperate in finding werewolves, but when it comes to special items, who can guarantee that there is no greed at all?

He just had such a special item, and he didn't want it to be taken away by others.

As soon as the peaked hat finished speaking, several players showed expressions of realization.

Then a whispering voice sounded: "It turns out that special items cannot be bound."

The peaked hat was stunned for a moment, and then he realized that many players did not have special items and did not know the information about special items at all.

When he said this, he revealed one of the most important characteristics of special items.

Even if you didn't have anything special in mind originally, your mind may be more active now.

In this way, he can no longer easily take out his special items.

"Your reasons sound sound, but we are not sure whether your special items work as you said, and your previous analyzes are questionable." The obese man spoke again.

The peaked cap's expression did not change, and he did not panic because of the fat man's words. He continued to analyze: "My efforts are obvious to all, and I believe that most players can confirm that I am from the good guy camp. Since I am from the good guy camp, then I will self-destruct The identity of the prophet cannot be false."

He looked at the fat man: "So, I found out that you are a werewolf, it is true."

The obese man frowned slightly, with a look of dissatisfaction on his face.

The peaked cap did not give the fat man a chance to speak, and continued: "Since I am from the good guys camp, then I have no reason to lie about the function of special items. You should believe that the dwarf is from the good guys camp."

He exhaled a breath and added: "Taking a step back, even if you doubt the specific function of my special item and are not sure whether I lied about this matter, you should still believe that he is a werewolf, right?" !”

He pointed at the fat man: "He has been causing trouble today. Isn't his behavior enough to make you suspicious?"

Everyone was initially confused by the bickering between the peaked cap and the fat man. After hearing the peaked cap's last words, they finally felt like they had a line of thought.

Apart from other things, it is true that obese men are more likely to be werewolves.

The obese man received several suspicious glances, and his face darkened.

At this point, he was riding a tiger and it was difficult to get off.

If he can't gain more trust in himself now, he will definitely be voted out tonight.

Unexpectedly, he was so unlucky that the prophet turned out to be Cap, and he was the first person to check on Cap.

The obese man cursed all the eighteen generations of the ancestors of the peaked cap in his heart, but he made a painful expression on his face: "Since you insist on framing me, I can't hide it anymore."

He sat back on his stool, looking like he had everything under control.

"I am the real prophet." He raised his chin slightly, trying to relax as much as possible, looking at the cap with a bit of mockery in his eyes, "The subject of the test last night was a dwarf, and he is a werewolf! So when someone suspects that the dwarf is I only respond so positively when I’m a werewolf.”

When everyone heard this, their eyes widened.

What's going on?

Now there are two prophets?

People like them who have never played Werewolf at all have no idea that there will be a werewolf jumping into the prophet.

Although at this moment, most people are still more inclined to trust the peaked hat, but in a game involving life and death, they dare not make any arbitrary conclusions.

Everyone looked at each other carefully, and finally decided to listen to what the fat man had to say before making any judgment.

The peaked hat laughed angrily after hearing the fat man's words: "What, you realize that you are about to be voted out, and you want to make a last ditch effort to become a werewolf and jump to the prophet?"

"I am a prophet." The fat man's eyes were very firm, "You are the werewolf who jumped into the prophet's trap!"

He turned to look at the others: "I know that you prefer to trust the peaked hat, and I have no evidence to prove my identity as a prophet. But I hope you can listen carefully to my next analysis. I believe, By the time I've said it all, you'll realize that he's not a prophet at all."

The peaked caps sneered together: "I would like to hear what you can say."

"I don't object to you arguing and trying to prove your identity," Zhao Xun spoke at this time, showing a somewhat distressed look, "However, in order to make it easier for us all to accept the information you convey, I hope you are all on the other side. Refute after saying everything."

"Yes, yes!" the haggard-looking woman echoed, "Don't talk together, let alone another person interrupting before you finish a sentence, otherwise I really won't be able to react!"

She already found it difficult to play these survival games, but she didn't expect that this time the game would require her to use her brain to analyze logic.

In the past, the step-by-step "hiding identity" or "self-exploding identity" was fine, but now the "disguise identity" situation suddenly appeared, and she really felt that it was a big deal.

Normally she thinks her brain is pretty good.

But today, when the cap spoke, she felt that what he said made sense. When the fat man spoke, she felt that the fat man was right.

It's really killing me.

She suddenly realized that her mind was not working well.

After the haggard woman sighed, a few more people echoed her words.

So both the fat man and the peaked hat promised not to interrupt the other person when he spoke.

Then the fat man began his own analysis: "Suppose the cap is really a prophet, and the dwarf is really a player in the good guy camp. No matter from which angle you consider it, in order to save the dwarf at this time and expose his identity, the cap is very harmful to himself. unfavorable."

"The Peaked Hat himself said that he will no longer be protected by guards tonight. Revealing his identity at this time is tantamount to putting himself in front of a werewolf. The possibility of being killed is too high."

"The death of the dwarf will not cause the good guys to lose. When the guards can guard the Cap again tomorrow, the Cap will reveal his identity. Not only will he be able to tell the information about the two inspection subjects, but he will also be able to ensure that he survives the third night. .”

"No matter how you think about it, it's much more cost-effective than him revealing his identity now, right?"

The obese man glanced at everyone one by one and said word by word: "If you are a prophet, you will take the initiative to expose your own secrets for the sake of the life and death of a player who does not affect winning or losing, knowing that you are in danger of death." Priesthood?"

Everyone was silent.

Although no one spoke, everyone knew their choice in their hearts.

They won't do it.

This is also unreasonable.

If it's a dedicated and passionate protagonist like in anime, that's a different matter.

But none of them are passionate protagonists, and everyone is very eager to survive.

How many people are willing to let themselves die in order to let others live?

They're not that great anyway.

"Are you done?" The peaked cap's expression was not very good. He had a sullen face. Without waiting for the fat man to answer, he began to explain, "If the player who voted out today is a player from the good camp, and another one will be killed tonight, then Our good guys camp suddenly lost two of our companions.”

"Although one werewolf was also voted out, three good guys died in total, and the ratio of remaining werewolves to good guys is four to seven. If this trend continues, the gap in the number of werewolves and good guys will become smaller and smaller, which will be very detrimental to the good guys camp. unfavorable."

The peaked cap looked at the obese man with a particularly serious expression: "The most important thing is that if you, the werewolf, can master the rhythm of today's voting session and let other players have a sense of trust in you, then the subsequent situation will be very serious for the good guys camp. Not good. When I tell everyone you are a werewolf tomorrow, the effect will be greatly reduced, and maybe someone will take the initiative to speak for you."

"Facts have proved that my worries do exist." The peaked cap's right index finger pointed at himself, "Now that I have revealed my identity, the situation is already a bit chaotic. If we wait until tomorrow, it will only be more difficult than now."

"Of course I know how risky it is to reveal your identity today, but I know even better that if things continue to develop at this pace, if I continue to remain silent, I'm afraid it will be difficult to vote you out as a werewolf tomorrow."

What the duck cap said was reasonable, but this time the players did not trust his words overwhelmingly. Almost half of them had reservations.

They did not explicitly question the cap's behavior, but they did not blindly repay the trust.

Such a result made Peak Cap's heart no longer as stable as before, and he became even more anxious.

But the fat man became more energetic, and he chuckled: "Your reasons sound quite reasonable, then I would like to ask you some other things."

"What's going on?" Peaked Hat's brows tightened, and his expression gradually became impatient.

Compared with the vague anxiety of the peaked cap, the obese man seemed much calmer.

He crossed his legs with some effort: "You performed so well in the voting last night. Even if you didn't say anything, the guards would most likely choose to protect you. And the werewolves would think you were a threat and choose to kill you. Without each other knowing In this case, if the werewolf chooses you to be the prey under the protection of the guard, it will form Christmas Eve."

"Christmas Eve has so many benefits for players in the good camp. I don't need to say more, everyone should be able to figure it out."

"But you had to tell the truth directly last night to ask the guards to protect you, which made it impossible to have the Christmas Eve situation."

"Without the protection of guards, based on your performance yesterday, as long as you are in the good camp, the werewolves will kill you. If you are not dead the next day, people will doubt your identity."

"You deliberately asked the guards to protect you, just to make everyone feel that the werewolf knew that it was impossible to kill you last night, so he would naturally choose other targets, and no one would suspect that there is a problem with your identity."

"In fact, your behavior not only caused the good guys camp to lose a comrade, but also covered up the fact that you cannot be killed by a werewolf, killing two birds with one stone."

"So, you are the most hidden werewolf!"

Hearing this, the tall and thin man couldn't help rubbing his eyebrows.

He felt like he had a headache.

Before today, he had 100% trust in the cap.

Even if Cap's vague words during the day caused his trust in Cap to decrease, after Cap explained clearly, his trust in Cap was still 90%.

But after being analyzed like this by the fat man, he felt that his thoughts had been completely subverted.

There is a feeling that I am unwilling to accept it, but I have to admit that this analysis is reasonable.

Is the Cap really a werewolf who planned to infiltrate the good guys camp from the very beginning?

The tall and thin man felt that his mind was a little confused.

"One more thing." The obese man did not give the peaked cap a chance to breathe, and attacked again, "So far, how many of us players have as serious dark circles as you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone looked at the peaked cap's eyes.

The peaked cap subconsciously raised his arm, as if he wanted to pull the brim of the cap.

But in the next second, he realized that his behavior would only make others suspect that he was guilty, so he withdrew his arm again.

In fact, he wasn't feeling guilty, it was just that so many eyes suddenly rested on his face, making him feel very uncomfortable.

After making sure that everyone could clearly see the dark circles under the peaked cap, the obese man continued: "Only werewolves need to move between midnight and five in the morning, and only werewolves are prone to such serious dark circles."

The peaked cap's face became increasingly ugly.

But the fat man was in a very good mood and said to the peaked cap: "You said you couldn't sleep at night and waited until after five o'clock to go out to see who was killed. In fact, it was to cover up the fact that you committed the murder at night!"

"Don't be so slanderous!" the peaked hat angrily shouted, "In this kind of survival game, is it weird to be so nervous that you can't sleep? Besides, everyone's physique is different, and some people are prone to dark circles!"

He looked at the others, trying to get approval: "What I said are all facts. You should be able to understand it, right? In a survival game, it is normal to be nervous and unable to sleep! And dark circles under the eyes vary from person to person. Some people You don’t get dark circles even if you stay up late, but some people get dark circles if they go to bed half an hour later.”

This time, unlike in the past, many players subconsciously avoided the sight of the cap and did not look at it.

The situation mentioned by the duck cap does exist.

But with so many doubts added together, they couldn't help but be suspicious of the cap.

The peaked hat suddenly panicked.

He expected that things would not go well after he blew up the prophet, but he did not expect such a bad situation to arise.

He thought that as long as he acted with emotion and reason, a little setback would soon be over, and he could still control the overall situation like he did yesterday and gain the trust of all the good guys.

But he didn't expect that the situation would gradually get out of control and develop in an increasingly worse direction.

In fact, he ignored the most important point. From the first time he concealed something, people's trust in him was compromised.

In a survival game, trust between people is inherently weak.

Once cracks appear, they are more difficult to repair.

In addition, the fat man's words can indeed form a complete logical chain, which makes other players waver and have less and less trust in the cap.

After a moment of silence, the peaked cap suddenly thought of something and hurriedly said: "The bald man was the first one I questioned, and I advocated voting him out. If I were a werewolf, I could choose to remain silent to avoid losing a teammate. If a werewolf loses his companions, it will be more difficult to win the game, which will not bring any benefit to the werewolf."

Before others could digest the words of the peaked hat, the obese man said: "This is your cleverness. You completely put yourself in the position of a good person and act, and everyone will trust you. If the bald man is a good person, you You've earned it. If the bald man is a werewolf, you won't lose if you confirm your identity as a good guy and hide in the camp of good guys and sit back and relax."

"You really know how to confuse right and wrong!" The peaked hat laughed angrily, "You are the one who wants to join the good guys camp and sit back and relax, right?"

Seeing that the two of them were about to quarrel again, the yellow-haired girl stood up and said: "If we continue to argue like this, the public is right and the mother-in-law is right. It is difficult for us to judge who among you is the real prophet for a while. I have A suggestion, I wonder if you can listen to it.”

"Say." The fat man and the peaked hat said these two words almost in unison.

"I suggest not to vote for you two today. Wait until you give out new test objects tomorrow, and then based on the conditions of the test objects and some things that happen tomorrow, we can judge which of you is the false prophet." Huang After Mao Nu finished speaking, she looked at the others, "As for today's voting session, we will vote for the player who is most likely to be a werewolf from among the others."

The haggard woman looked worried: "What if one of them is killed tonight?"

"One of them must be a real prophet and the other is a werewolf." The yellow-haired girl replied, "So, the one who was killed at night can only be a real prophet, and the one who is alive is a werewolf."

"Then we have lost the real prophet!" The haggard woman shook her head repeatedly, "I think this plan is not good."

"If one of them is really killed, the werewolf will self-destruct. Tomorrow we will definitely vote for this werewolf." The yellow-haired girl explained patiently, "So, as long as the werewolf wants to protect himself, he will not choose to be in the werewolf. Kill the real prophet tonight.”

The tall and thin man understood what the yellow-haired girl said: "You are right, using this method can save the life of the real prophet. The prophet is someone who can verify the identity of all players. We must try our best to let the prophet live as long as possible." The longer it takes, the better the good guys’ camp will have a better chance of winning.”

"Then who should we vote for?" The haggard woman looked around blankly, "My mind is in a mess right now. I can't tell which one of them is a prophet, let alone who else is a werewolf besides them. ah."

The yellow-haired girl didn't speak. She raised her eyes as if unintentionally, and met Zhao Xun's eyes for a moment.

In just one second, no one noticed.

But Zhao Xun immediately understood what Huang Maonv meant.

He spoke at the right time: "I recommend voting for the dwarf. The reason I have said before is that I still think he is a werewolf."

"Are you stupid?" The dwarf man was so angry that he jumped off the stool. "I am the one who wants to protect the cap. Can't you prove that I am a good person? You still want to vote for me?"

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