My Iyashikei Game

It is safe for two people to exchange tickets with each other, because there is no more choice but to trust each other.

But if three people exchange tickets, they will have one more option, and their psychological suspicion and pressure will increase.

"You say you are a policeman, he is a fugitive; he says he is a policeman, you are a fugitive; only the two of you know the truth, so whoever survives is the policeman." The manic laugh seemed to be talking to himself.

"I don't know you, you will vote for me?" The policeman didn't believe the wild laughter. "I voted for you because I already have someone else's vote. I can guarantee my own survival. You should think about it carefully before making a choice. Sit back to your original position with laughter: "If you vote for the screenwriter, Then the three of us build trust and you can get rid of that fugitive too. "If the magician is a sinister and despicable villain who likes to see the destruction of human nature, then Maniac is a very pure devil who does not like order and rules.

The magician told the fugitive to vote only by thinking of the other party's name in his mind, and the wild laughter went even further, putting the policeman and the fugitive on the fire.

The black rain outside the window is getting heavier and heavier, the black wave slams into the hotel, the old building makes an overwhelmed sound, and everyone can feel a slight shaking.

"Hurry up and make a choice." The magician urged. He looked up at the roof, as if worried about the house leaking.

"No! I think we still have to find the murderer! We have completely fallen into the rhythm of the murderer, don't you all want to be the murderer's accomplices?" The policeman was sweating on his forehead, and he walked towards the magician: "The deceased had an accident last night. What are you doing! Why is there a poker card in the sleeve of the dead!"

‘Have you started biting people? Don’t be rude, you’re a police officer, not a murder fugitive. "The magician moved his eyes and glanced at the policeman.

"Do you dare to let me search? If you have the same things as the deceased, such as other playing cards, then your suspicion is the greatest!" The policeman is delaying the voting time, and he needs to find a way to balance everyone's construction Break, even "missing" to kill a person.

"Body search?" The magician didn't agree or refuse, and the policeman grabbed his shirt directly; he was pulled up by the collar.

"I hope you can cooperate, I'm also for everyone!" The policeman put his hand into the magician's pocket, but at that moment he screamed. small wounds. "What's hidden in your pocket!" Covering his fingers, the policeman's expression became a little scary.

"My little pet." The magician raised his hands, and an ugly bug crawled out of his pocket: "Don't worry, this thing is not poisonous, it's usually very docile, but just now you were scared. "

When the magician and the police officers faced off, there was a sound of something shattering from the roof of the hotel. Several people looked over their heads. There was a very obvious crack on the roof of the hotel, and the rain had soaked into the house.

‘Make a choice, if he wants to live, he should still choose you. ' said the innkeeper, who looked at all the guests in the room with a frown.

Finish this round of selection first, and then think about other things. "The middle-aged screenwriter also said.

"It's easy to say, you can save your own life, so you have been urging. But don't forget, the murderer said that only one person can survive, and you will face the same situation as me sooner or later!" Feeling a little bit wrong, he walked back to the table and stared viciously at the fugitive: "Give me your ticket, we will choose each other, I can guarantee that you will live to the end!

The fugitive seemed to know exactly what kind of person the policeman was. He was bleeding constantly from the broken arm, and his face was as pale as paper. He didn't seem to live long.

"You are also begging me - oh my?" The fugitive fell to the ground, and he looked at the police officer with sarcasm in his eyes: "After all your efforts to make me look like this, after exposing your true nature, it turns out that you are So stupid and cruel, how can you be no different from animals?" "Isn't it bad to live together?"

"Okay, of course there's no problem." The fugitive got up from the ground tremblingly, dipped his own blood, wrote the word "police" on a piece of paper, and silently threw it into the black box . During the whole process, he did not look at the police officer once, and no one knew who he had chosen. After the fugitive voted, the police officer himself walked to the black box, holding a piece of white paper in his hand, but he did not throw the white paper into it after a long time.

"I understand, the ten minutes at the end of each poll is not for finding the truth, but for killing people!"

Death is slowly approaching, and those who do not have tickets will have no way to survive. If they want to live, they can only choose the alternate answer - trying to kill everyone.

Anyway, I've been isolated, I've been forced to die anyway, I can't live anymore anyway, so it's better to drag the others to die together.

Time passed by, but the police officer still did not vote. Han Fei seemed to understand his plan. He was just delaying the time, waiting for the safe room to be destroyed, and then looking for an opportunity to kill people and establish a new balance.

Moving silently towards the middle-aged woman, Han Fei was worried that the police officer would do something to the woman who looked kind.

"How long are you going to think?" The magician reached into his pocket and played with the bug.

With the help of several people, the officer trying to create the new rules became the isolated one.

From the moment the police officer hesitated to vote, he has been marked as dangerous, and all the tourists are guessing his inner thoughts, thinking that he may have begun to simulate a murder scene. "This tour

There should be other ways to break the game. The murderer may just use the rules here to deliberately create an atmosphere

The policeman tried to convince others, but in the end he was the only one who could convince himself. When the other tourists were about to lose their patience, there was a cracking sound from the top of the hotel again, sawdust and stones fell, and then the lights dimmed. Everyone heard a loud bang!

"Boom!"

The huge glass lamp hanging on the roof and a large piece of the wall fell at the same time!

Black rain flows down the gap into the hotel, the wires are torn, and blue electric lights glow in the darkness; a crackling sound.

"Be careful around you!"

The moment the lights dimmed, there were two screams in the house, followed by cluttered footsteps and the sound of things being knocked over.

"Stay where you are! Don't move anyone!

After about a minute, the waiter took out a spare lamp from the counter, and the light appeared in the hall again.

The dim light reflected on the faces of several people in the house, and the screenwriter who was standing near the dining table fell to the ground. On the ground, his ribs were pierced by a piece of glass. The murderer went straight to his heart, but it might be because the screenwriter was in the dark Because of dodging, the knife stabbed crookedly.

Blood seeped from the wound, and the screenwriter was speechless in pain.

The other injured person in the house was the innkeeper, who was scratched from the shoulder to the chest - a wound.

The murderer was very brutal. It should have been planned to cut off the boss's neck, but he also missed. The innkeeper was already old and frail, and it stands to reason that he was not much of a threat, but the murderer took him as a target.

The lights went off for just a minute or two, two out of ten people were injured, and everyone became more nervous.

"More than one murderer?" The policeman was still standing beside the black box, the surprise on his face didn't seem to be fake.

"Very strange? Could it be that you are one of them?" The magician stared at the policeman's hand. "Go vote as soon as possible! Don't delay any longer! The hotel will collapse!" The seriously injured hotel owner grabbed the waiter's arm, his expression was extremely painful, and the wrinkles on his entire face were crowded together.

"You don't want to continue to delay time, if you don't vote, then we will help you vote together." The magician looked at the police officer with a smile: "Do you regret now that you didn't choose to kill me, but chose to go Kill - an old man?"

Every word of the magician seemed to be a test. He knew that the policeman was very strong, so he wanted to be the first to solve him.

Several people in the house looked at the police officer with unfriendly eyes. He was forced to have no choice but to take a risk to see if the fugitive really gave him the ticket.

The white paper with the fugitive's name on it fell into the black box, and the police officer felt more and more disturbed. The hands on the clock _ moved slowly. After ten minutes passed, the police officer suddenly covered his heart. He opened his mouth to vomit, and thick black mist poured out of his nose and mouth.

"You didn't write my name!" The blood vessels in the whole body turned black, and the mist stretched the skin. The policeman struggled to rush towards the fugitive. He wanted to take the fugitive to die with him, but before he got there, his whole body was blackened. Fog shrouded.

The fog rushed towards the black box, and when the black fog dissipated, the policeman disappeared into the hotel. The fugitive heaved a sigh of relief, he untied the hemp rope with great effort, and walked towards the maniacal laughter: "Thank you, if it wasn't for the hint you gave me, I wouldn't have gotten away so easily.

"hint?"

"You told the police officer to let him write the screenwriter's name, aren't you implying me?" The one-armed fugitive admitted the wrong person: "I wrote the screenwriter's name."

‘But I didn’t write your name, it should be a police officer who wrote your name. "The screenwriter's face was pale, and he didn't dare to pull out the shards of glass casually, so he could only stand firm: "He believed in you, and you killed him with your own hands. "

"Isn't it you?" The fugitive froze in place. He stared at him and laughed wildly, and suddenly asked for no reason: "I gave you the hidden butcher's knife, and you promised to help me?"

There was no big ups and downs in his expression of laughter. He nodded: "I will help you." After the police officer died, the black rain became weaker, but only ten minutes later, the rain became heavier again. Death - a person, despair will be one - point stronger than before.

The current atmosphere in the hotel has become very dignified. There were two people who took advantage of the darkness just now, which means that even if the police officer died, the murderer was still among the crowd.

"Not good! The water is rising." The waiter wearing a mask stood by the window. The water level outside the hotel continued to rise, and it had flooded the steps and was about to flood into the house.

"Let's go to the second floor and go back to our respective rooms first." The hotel owner tried several times but didn't stand up. He seemed to know that his life was not long, so he wanted to explain some things to the waiter. Those secrets could not be heard by others. .

Several people walked up one after another, and Han Fei found that everyone deliberately avoided the black box, and finally the dumb girl picked up the black box and followed behind everyone.

"She has changed a lot.

When he came to the second floor, Han Fei slowed down a little. When the fugitive passed by him, he said in a very low voice, "Isn't the butcher's knife still in your heart?"