Infinite script kill

Chapter 76 Nine-man difficulty! (Don't raise it, take a look, this month's [-]-word update, absolutely don't procrastinate!)

"Ding~~~"

Pushing open the door, Xu Tong didn't hear the pleasant welcome this time, and turned his head to look.

Good guy, his lovely little sister, staring at her coldly.

Strangely, she was wearing a large robe that completely covered her body.

After seeing Xu Tong, those big eyes glared at him, wishing they were going to swallow him alive.

"Cough, I understand, there are a few days of discomfort every month."

Realizing that the situation was a little bad, Xu Tong cleared his throat and leaned forward: "Otherwise, when you get off work, let's go together... to eat hot pot!"

"Ah!"

The little sister curled her lips: "You should worry about yourself." Then she pouted in the direction of the hall, and saw that there were several people sitting sparsely in the hall.

Obviously, the difficulty of the script is directly related to the number of people.

The first time it was a novice script, it wasn't too difficult, and everyone was given a free prop.

The second time was a small-scale script, and there was a strong team as the striker. Although it was a breeding team, the script house did not care about this.

But this time, the difficulty has obviously been upgraded.

Xu Tong glanced quickly and found that there were actually seven people sitting in the hall, including himself eight.

He remembered that he had learned about the script killing before, and often a relatively difficult book would have a number of more than eight people.

"If I were you, while there was still time, I would consider getting rid of the thing in my hand as soon as possible in exchange for a life-saving ace."

Xu Tong raised his eyebrows, took out the prepared cake from the props book and put it on the table: "What if I don't?"

"Then be careful not to die in it!" She glanced at the cake on the table and couldn't help but froze for a moment, only to see that the cake was in the shape of an airplane with a dancing little man on it. Although there was no face detail, Xu Xu Tong's clothes are obviously very similar to the villain.

"Then it's settled, if I come back alive, let's... eat hot pot together!"

Xu Tong patted the table, turned around and walked towards the hall.

"Hey~~"

Seeing him leave without looking back, she was stunned for a moment, looked down at the cake on the table, and put her face close to admire the little man on the plane carefully.

"Self-motivated!"

After saying that, I looked around, and after confirming that there was no one around, I saw the shadow of the beauty's profile face under the light, and slowly opened her mouth, the mouth opened wider and wider, with a "click~~" sound, the whole The marble table top shook uncontrollably.

"Another one!!"

Everyone in the hall raised their heads and focused on the latecomer, and many people's faces had begun to show cold colors.

"Eight-player difficulty, what a shit!"

Someone kicked the table away and started complaining with swearing.

The expressions of the other people are not very good. They have only heard of the eight-player script, and they have never experienced such a difficult script.

But I also know that the number of people is the criterion for determining the difficulty of the script.

The difficulty of eight people is almost the ceiling of the small script world, and whoever encounters it will be unlucky.

Xu Tong sat on the single-seat sofa at the back, his eyes swept around, but he didn't see a familiar figure, and he couldn't help feeling a little regretful.

He found that he was still quite a nostalgic person. He missed the big fat man Li Bo a little bit, and he also missed the unconscionable man Sang Gou.

Now facing the seven strangers in front of him, he is really nostalgic.

Just when they whispered about their bad luck...

"jingle!!"

The sound of pushing the door made everyone's faces stiff. Some people stiffened their necks and didn't dare to look back. Some people raised their heads and looked at the figure walking in from the outside, and their faces turned pale in an instant.

"Da da da..." The sound of the sole and the marble stepping on it was getting closer and closer, as if it was not the sound of footsteps, but the death knell sounded by the god of death for them.

"Huh?? This... It's so late, and there are still so many people!"

The new girl who came in was young, wearing a white MiG dress, she was pretty and cute, especially the small dimples on her cheeks, and she smiled very sweetly.

Sensing that the atmosphere in the hall was a little off, the girl bravely greeted everyone: "Big guy, my name is... Song Nuannuan, this is my second time here, everyone take care of me."

Her voice is very sweet, just like her name, giving people a warm intimacy, like the little sister next door, whoever sees it will smile back.

It's just... At this moment, when everyone saw her, no one could laugh.

Some people even started to get black in front of their eyes, covering their heads: "It's wrong, it's wrong, what's the game, nine... nine-player difficulty!"

The air seemed to freeze there, no one said anything, and there were only two words in everyone's eyes, despair.

In such a desperate atmosphere, obviously no one would pay attention to a rookie like Song Nuannuan.

"clatter!!"

Xu Tong took out the cigar and lighter, cut off the butt of the cigar, pinched the cigar with his index finger and thumb, and slowly turned it in front of the fire. After the flame is blown out, continue to slowly roast again until the inside of the cigar is roasted and carbonized.

His actions naturally caused a chain reaction. After all, cigarettes are the best medicine to relieve anxiety in a short time.

It's a pity that many people only have time to put the cigarette to their mouth and not have time to take a puff.

"Kick, Kick, Kick..."

With the harsh sound of the door opening, the host they knew and hated finally appeared.

Seeing the host's brand-new makeup, Xu Tong couldn't help but put the cigar to his mouth and took a deep breath: "Interesting!"

"Clap!"

The small black leather whip was whipped to the ground, sending sparks.

The tights that fit closely to her figure perfectly showed her devilish figure to the fullest. Under a German military cap, the black eyepatch and red lips that were as bright as blood made her even more wild.

Many people present were already very familiar with the host, but when they saw her exaggerated new look, their jaws dropped.

After all, in the impression of many people, she always seems to be that luxurious cheongsam, with a dignified yet charming style.

The host seemed to be very satisfied with the expressions on everyone's faces, and waved the whip on his hand: "Congratulations, the small script of nine people, I remember the last time it appeared, but it was still two years ago, I remember two years ago. , There was a man who got clues to the golden props in that script, and that was really a wonderful story."

With her slender fingers fiddling with the whip in her hand, she spoke to everyone in a tempting tone.

Sure enough, when they heard the words "Golden Items", many people's eyes changed.

People die for wealth and birds die for food. This is obviously the same principle since ancient times.

It's like knowing that drug trafficking is about eating peanuts, but there are still a steady stream of people taking this road every year.

The four characters of golden props bring endless temptation and magic.

Even if it is just a clue, once you have it, it is like a god, with the power to break all rules.

Of course, there are still people who are self-aware. They don't dare to touch the gold props, but there is still such a flash of fantasy in their hearts. What if? ?

This fantasy does not do much, but it is enough to offset part of their fear.

Seeing that the goal has been achieved, the host waved the small leather whip in his hand and pointed to the tunnel corridor behind him: "Everyone, please."

Everyone looked at the corridor in front of them and swallowed hard. Everyone knew that the world behind this corridor might be... death.

But do they have a choice?
Thinking of this, someone finally bit the bullet and walked in quickly.

Anyway, there is no choice, it is better to walk in the front, maybe you can take advantage of choosing your identity.

One has two, and everyone understands the truth. Soon the third, the fourth, the further back the people, the more hurried the pace, and even have a feeling of swarming up.

Xu Tong followed slowly, and when he walked to the tunnel, he was stopped by the host with a small leather whip.

"There is one minute left, are you sure you don't want to sell it? If you nod your head now, I can make the decision and give you a privilege. Maybe you have a chance to get the golden item and become the winner of this game!"

The soft, finger-like temptation sound makes people's bones almost brittle.

Xu Tong looked a little embarrassed, glanced at the corridor in front of him, and frowned tightly.

He took two cigars fiercely: "I want to sell it, but my teacher who has been dead for many years taught me to be honest in business since I was a child, so... I'm sorry, it takes two hours for me to start. I won't accept a small business like yours!"

He flicked the ashes on his hand: "This brand of cigars tastes great. The beautiful woman smokes cigars, and it matches your outfit."

The host was stunned for a while, looked down at the cigar in his hand, and maintained a stiff smile on his face, turned his head to look at Xu Tong's trotting back, and threw the cigar on the ground: "This bastard!"

At the end of the corridor is still the familiar portal.

This time, though, a sign hangs over each portal.

"Good people? Bad people?"

Under each sign, there is a corresponding identity. There are nine doors here, and there are five good people and four bad people.

The host stepped on black high-heeled shoes, came from behind the crowd, and explained while walking: "As you can see, choose to be a good person or a bad person, it's as simple as that, you can choose now, but the door must be at the same time. to open and enter.”

"So doesn't it mean that each of us knows whether each other is a good person or a bad person?"

Someone suddenly became suspicious.

Some people immediately said: "Wait a minute, won't we be changed when we enter the script world, what's the point of such a choice?"

"Sorry, no comment."

The host played with the little leather whip in his hand and didn't seem to want to give them any news in this regard.

Seeing this, everyone looked at each other, and saw that someone quickly rushed in the direction of the bad guy.

Obviously, the number of bad guys is only four, but there are five good guys. After playing Werewolf, you know that although there are only two wolves, they have the advantage of disguising themselves in the crowd.

In other words, the bad guys always have the initiative.

And for four to five, they don't suffer, after all, don't forget that there is a sweet-looking little rookie among the nine.

Such a little rookie naturally has no reason to dare to choose a bad guy who is the enemy of everyone.

So the result is four-on-four, if this little rookie can hold back properly...

The positions of the four bad guys were quickly occupied, and the slow-moving ones could only stand in the position of the good guys with a dark face and silently.

The one-eyed host looked around and made sure everyone was in the right place: "Then...the game begins!"

"Om~~"

The door of the room opened in response. When everyone entered the room, as the door of the room closed again, a sly cold light appeared in the host's eyes: "Sorry, it's only officially started now!"

With a flick of his finger, the sign on the door in front of him quickly flipped over in unison. There was neither a good person nor a bad person, not even a single word on the flipped house sign, only a touch of light gray.

　Code again.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)