Witch, Open Your Eyes

This was so **** embarrassing. Fang Daichuan didn't expect such an occurrence. He had just jumped as a prophet on this side, and Li Sinian was stripped of the skin on the other side. As expected, fate did not favor Lucky-E, and did not give any face.

Du Wei also had a smile at the corner of his mouth, looking at Li Sinian sarcastically.

"I don't need to dance," Li Sinian raised his right eyebrow, "I am the golden water issued by the prophet. As long as I am not a wolf, what status do you care about me?"

Du Wei looked around: "Then I don't care, it's possible that you and Fang Daichuan were kidnapped by the twin wolves? Is it the same person who stepped out."

Li Sinian spread his hands indifferently: "The problem now is that Fang Daichuan is a prophet, and I am the Jin Shui he checked. If you question my identity, you must first overthrow Fang Daichuan’s prophet. But look at the current situation on the court. In addition to Fang Daichuan, is there anyone else who dances for the prophet? Why does Fang Daichuan dance for the gods? It is because there are two people in the front who said that the prophet needs to bring a wave of rhythm, and there is nothing suspicious about him jumping. You say I'm talking about it, OK, then I also jumped, I am a **** pit, you and your girlfriend insist that you are the people, you two people are all over here? This behavior seems a little weird."

"I'm looking for a **** to row out the wolf pit," Du Wei rolled his eyes. "Big Brother Tucheng Bureau, if I'm a wolf, I'll find a **** who farts?"

"The Slaughter City Bureau must first find out the identity of a good person," Yang Song glanced at Du Wei. "First poison the gods. We don't have any information. How can the wolf want to bring tickets and how to bring them."

Li Sinian frowned and said nothing, obviously thinking about something.

Fang Daichuan twisted his knuckles and knocked on the edge of the table: "Don’t make noise, don’t faint with good people, follow my rhythm, Du Wei, if you are really good, don’t doubt the golden water given by the prophet, don’t Forced to jump, don’t disrupt the situation, do you understand? Look at the situation on the court for yourself. Has anyone confronted the prophet? If you say that it is because of real murder, the prophet will not dare to jump, and your identity will be jumped right. At least the prophet will give some hints, calling everyone not to believe in me or the like. Just now Ding Zihui also said that we only have two chances to vote wrong. No one else has any doubts, then I am a prophet."

Du Wei looked around, hesitated for a moment, and nodded.

"Does anyone still dance to God? You don't need to jump to a specific identity, just declare the priesthood." Fang Daichuan asked.

Yang Song looked around, hesitated, and raised his hand: "Me."

Li Sinian nodded, raised the pen in his hand and pointed at Yang Song, Fang Daichuan and himself: "Look, according to what we said at the beginning, four four four plus a third-party game, the only people present are Three people recognize the gods, how could there be two wolves in the pit? Then tell me where the gods have gone?"

Du Chaosheng nodded: "Li Sinian is right. There is no doubt about the timing of Fang Daichuan's jump, and no one has jumped at the moment. And he checked Li Sinian on the first night. I believe this idea. Also check Li Sinian. He was indeed the person who threatened the most at that time. So listening this way, Li Sinian and Fang Daichuan should be both priests, Yang Song also raised his hand, and her problem is not big. I am the people, let me prove it. , I know what you mean by the instructions."

Du Chaosheng said that he took a sip of coffee with his cup, and recalled the instructions he had received: "Our villagers have a supplement in the instructions. Because of the real killing game, the individual survival rates of ordinary villagers, priests and werewolves are different. A few nights ago, the villagers had no information and the chance of survival was very small, so they would be compensated with item cards. It is said that the item cards were scattered in the forest outside."

"Then you two went to the woods in front of the house?" Li Sinian frowned tightly.

Du Wei nodded blankly: "Didn't you see it?"

Chen Hui lifted her trouser legs and took off her white canvas shoes. Some dry yellow mud was stained on her shoe last, and there were moss fragments and traces of broken grass blades in the mud.

Li Sinian glanced back at Fang Daichuan, who frowned tightly. "Has no one else been out?" Fang Daichuan asked suspiciously, "Who went to the beach last night?"

No one said anything, everyone looked at each other.

The thunder and lightning outside the window were a little bit weaker, but the sound of rain was getting louder and louder.

It's like this again, it's always like this, it ends without a disease, and it's unclear.

"I don't believe that it was a werewolf who went out last night!" Fang Daichuan said sternly, "Everyone is in this house, what are the werewolves going to the beach for?! Who on earth is playing off-court logic? What is the purpose of coming to this island? I really don’t want to care if I don’t even want my life, but can I give people like us who are dragged into the water a way out? I don’t want to die!"

The kind of powerlessness that he had experienced yesterday once again deeply grasped Fang Daichuan's heart, he covered his face with one hand, and in the face of this situation, he really didn't know what to say.

"Forget it," he turned the pen between his index finger and middle finger, and waved his hand. "Whoever you like to vote for, I have already said what I can say, and I have done what I should do. Everyone is so uncooperative. , Then if you lose in the end, I can’t blame the prophet."

After he finished speaking, he threw the pen, and Erlang kicked his legs until the voting session, and he never said a word.

Instead, Liu Xin didn't stroke the water this time. He frowned and said, "Fang Daichuan, are you sure you are a prophet, and the water won't return?"

Fang Daichuan raised his eyebrows mockingly: "What? Are you going to jump?"

"I jumped," Liu Xin sighed and cut the line firmly, "I checked and killed Li Sinian, the werewolf on the first night; I checked and killed Ding Zihui, the werewolf on the second night. I am the true prophet."

Ding Zihui opened his eyes, and pointed his right index finger to his nose: "Me? I'm a werewolf? You, the prophet, are so unqualified!"

"So you drained all the remaining wolf pits in one go?" Li Sinian raised his lips mockingly, "Zhao Chu Iron Wolf is out, I, Ding Zihui, Fang Daichuan and the three wolves kidnap votes, you won."

Liu Xin nodded: "Although I myself feel that luck is a little too good, the truth is that the machine will not lie. The three of you are wolves."

Yang Song sneered twice: "Don't make your loopholes too obvious. I recognize Li Sinian on the first night. Why did you leave Mrs. Song and Boss Du on the second night? No one doubts. Ding Zihui?"

Liu Xin couldn't say anything to refute, he pushed his glasses: "I naturally have my ideas."

"Liu Xin is a werewolf!" Ding Zihui stubbornly cut the railroad, "I know who I am. He will kill me casually. He must be a werewolf! Let's get his vote out first!"

"First vote for Mrs. Song," Li Sinian raised his eyes and sneered. "The two jumped the prophet against each other. In order to prevent the true prophet from being cast out, we will save a game for tomorrow's resolution. ——Fang Daichuan will test Liu Xin tonight."

The old lady Song stood up and walked outside the house: "I said, test me, test me, you are still so anxious to vote for me! I won't play with you anymore!" She is not young, but she moves fast. She has to push the stool away. Go out.

"Bang——" there was a sound.

Fang Daichuan closed his eyes.

"Song Xinran deserted and was exempted from voting today." The machine said sternly.

Fang Daichuan let out a long sigh of relief, slammed the paper-pen coffee cup in front of him, swept the things on the table to the ground, got up and walked towards the door.

He passed by the corpse of Mrs. Song with half of his head, paused for a while, then closed his eyes and stepped past the corpse, pushing the door.

The rain outside the door did not know when it had stopped.

The air pressure is very low, and the moist air makes the entire chest cavity greasy. I always feel a puff of air stuck in my chest. I can't cough up or swallow. Fang Daichuan walked straight to the reef behind the house, sat down on the wet reef, and lit a cigarette.

"Smooth less." A girl's voice came from behind him. Fang Daichuan turned around and saw Ding Zihui standing on the reef, and the sea breeze lifted the girl's long hair. She squeezed her hair and smiled at Fang Daichuan.

Fang Daichuan was in no mood, but after so many years of gentleman pretending, even if he had always been a gangster, pretending to be a conditioned reflex, he was completely unable to get angry with girls. He tilted his mouth and nodded as a greeting.

Ding Zihui carefully sat beside him, and the two sat on the reef, looking at the sea below their feet side by side.

"When I was a kid, I really liked the sea," Ding Zihui looked up at Fang Daichuan, then lowered his head and said, "Something happened to my house at that time and I was sent to my grandma's house. Grandma's house is by the sea. When I was in a bad mood I went to the beach to pick up shells and watch the sea. Sometimes when I look at it, I feel that life is small, and this little trouble is placed in front of the vast ocean.

Fang Daichuan froze for a moment, he took a deep breath of smoke, then turned to look at Ding Zihui, as if surprised that she would say such a thing.

Ding Zihui met his gaze and smiled.

"What happened to your house...?" Fang Daichuan put out his cigarette **** on the rock and turned to look at her.

Ding Zihui lowered his head and pursed his lips: "When I was nine years old, my mother committed suicide."

"Right... I'm sorry." Fang Daichuan noticed that he was a little abrupt, and quickly apologized.

Ding Zihui smiled and shook his head: "It's okay to see it early. My mother grew up by the sea. After death, I listened to her and spilled her ashes into the sea. When I was unhappy, I would come to the sea to have a look. , My mother blessed me in the sea."

She turned her head and smiled at Fang Daichuan. On the misty seashore, the girl's face was full and her smile was vivid.