The golden fingers of the death game are all beautiful girls

"Sure enough, I have to find a way to get in touch with the real teammates in the green base as soon as possible!"

"Let's take a look first, you can't just steal a car and run away!"

In the red base, there is still one ghost left, the salted fish is not a chieftain.

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Green square base.

As the night's voting ended, everyone chatted for a while with unhappy expressions.

The number of remaining players in the opponent's base has decreased by one.

But the system clearly prompts that the one who is out is the ghost!

This caused the players in the green base to collapse.

If the two ghosts in the opponent's base are out, I'm afraid the opponent will work together to deal with their own camp.

When the time comes, it will be time to deal with the internal and external pincers!

Their situation will be very bad!

Who knows if the two ghosts in the red base are dead, will the ghosts in their own base be given special reminders to be strengthened!

The rest of the players chatted for a while in the command hall, but they didn't find any useful information, and they dispersed early.

To put it bluntly, people's hearts are very inconsistent, everyone is hiding it, and there is nothing to talk about.

After they dispersed, Yimo planned to chat with Jingjing.

But before he could find Jingjing, Jingjing took the initiative to find her.

Jing Jing was wearing a big padded jacket at the moment, she leaned over at the entrance of the corridor, and said in a low voice: "Go to my room and chat for a while?"

Yimo didn't say much, but nodded in agreement.

The quiet room is on the third floor, and the layout inside is no different from my own room.

However, after entering the quiet room, there is a special smell.

The taste is very light, similar to the aroma of plants.

When I met Jing Jing before, I was in the kitchen, maybe because of the smell of cooking, I didn't smell it.

After entering the room, it became more obvious.

Jing Jing was not polite, she took off her padded jacket and put it on the second layer of the bunk bed after entering.

The Han suit on his body was also exposed.

The white Hanfu is very beautiful, the outside is made of gauze, and the emerald green lining inside can be seen, with hand-embroidered embroidery on it, which is very delicate and delicate.

Jingjing seemed to come out of an ink painting, and Yimo, who was wearing a big padded jacket, suddenly felt that she was a bit out of place.

Although there is no teapot in the quiet room, there are two bowls, which should have been brought from the kitchen before.

She opened a bottle of mineral water and poured them into two bowls.

Looking at the half bowl of mineral water in the two ordinary bowls, I felt a little embarrassed, stroked my long hair and said: "Hey, although I have tea, I can take it out, but there is no hot water .”

"Brother Ainz, just make do with it."

Yimo: "It's okay, I'm still not thirsty after drinking the soup just now."

"Water is in short supply, so keep it for yourself."

Yimo's attention is on the desk in the quiet room!

At the moment, there are many kinds of pencils for drawing on the desk, as well as an uncolored pencil drawing.

In the painting, a very large auditorium with black lights.

On the stage, a slovenly middle-aged man with a crazy expression was holding a baton and waving it crazily, as if he was manipulating everything.

In the audience, 11 players were either sitting or standing, looking at each other with different expressions.

The level of painting is very high, and every character is vividly represented!

It's almost to the point of horror!

And at this moment, Quietly came over from behind Yimo, pressed her body against his padded jacket, put her hands on his shoulders, and whispered in her ear: "This is my afternoon painted in the room."

"What do you think of it?"

Chapter 35. Ideas

Jing Jing is not the kind of woman who can arouse people's desire.

It feels like a cup of light scented tea in the weekdays, and you will feel more comfortable and relaxed after taking a sip gently.

At this moment, even behind Yi Mo, it feels like a young and beautiful sister is asking her younger brother for his opinion.

The tone is calm and does not deliberately blow into the ear.

You can smell a faint fragrance emanating from her body.

Unlike ordinary girls who are pickled by cosmetic shower gel, it will stimulate the aroma of male hormones.

It's more like a light herbal taste, and it's more complex, it doesn't seem to be one.

It doesn't smell bad, and it's refreshing, giving people a sense of calming.

However, Yimo was still a little scared, and she secretly let down her vigilance, and left her back defenseless to other death game players, she quickly turned around and distanced herself, and praised: "It's very good, it's lifelike! "

"It's definitely at a professional level, and it can even be used to participate in exhibitions!"

No wonder when the game just started, the Rain Emperor would be very disgusted that he was behind her.

Now Yimo felt it.

The first feeling is definitely not that the other party wants to give oneself benefits.

It's that the other party wants to kill him, and he may kill him at any time!

At least, Yi Mo felt so.

Quietly watching Yimo's reaction so violently, she didn't continue to approach, she sat back on the bed, looked at Yimo and said, "You look a little hot, you can take off the padded jacket first."

"Otherwise, you're sweating, be careful when you go out, the temperature outside is low and you'll catch a cold."

Yimo nodded, took off her coat, and held it in her arms.

Jing Jing picked up the drawing board on the bed, pointed at Yi Mo with a pen, tilted her head, closed one eye, looked at Yi Mo and said: "I am a full-time painter, and I am somewhat famous on the Internet. "

"Of course, it's not this style of painting. It's mainly neon-based illustrations, wallpapers, character designs, standing paintings and the like~"

Yimo was a little surprised, but she understood a little more when she thought that Jingjing was wearing a Hanfu to participate in the game of death.

Painters, novel authors, and composers, who need to create professions, do have somewhat different personalities from ordinary people.

It is normal to have all the strange habits.

Yi Mo: "Oh, so it's the painter Ma Ma, what a coincidence!"

"I happen to be a vtb outside, maybe it's your cub!"

"However..." Yimo looked back at the paintings on the table, and couldn't help complaining, "This kind of dark and realistic painting style with a little exaggeration really made me never expect that you are actually painting neon lights." Department of painters."

The images of virtual idols are drawn by painters. Generally, they call the painter who draws their own characters Ma Ma.

Quietly squinted her eyes and said: "Vtb has been very popular in recent years, and I do have more than 30 cubs, maybe you are really one of them."

"But~ I don't get many male vtb standing pictures."

"I wasn't a professional painter before, and I didn't come from a major. I started to work full-time after I gradually made money."

"I have tried most styles~"

Yimo: "Awesome!"

"It's a pity that you entered the death game."

Quietly fiddling with the tassels on the Hanfu, she shook her head and said, "No, I would like to thank Game of Death instead."

"After participating in the death game, I feel very inspired, and I have completely broken through the bottleneck that was previously restricted."

Yimo and Jingjing chatted for a while.

Although both of them disclosed their outside occupations, they had a tacit understanding and didn't ask each other's name.

After getting a little familiar with the conversation, Yimo finally couldn't help asking: "Sister Jingjing, what do you want me to do?"

Jingjing is not the first game of death, she will not be afraid at all because she wants to chat with someone, so she calls Yimo over.

At least, Yi Mo thinks so.

If that's the case, no matter how you look at it, the bard's appearance will be more popular than himself.

And the protagonist of the painting on the table is the drunken man on the stage.

No matter how I think about it, it seems that Jing Jing is also interested in painting him the most obvious and conspicuous.

It was as if, in Jing Jing's mind, the drunk was already the C position in this game!

Quietly playing with the tassel, her expression became a little more serious: "Brother Ainz, this is my fourth game of death."

"I want to get out alive and I want to win."

"As a painter, my biggest advantage is that I am better at observing people."

"Although I'm still not sure who the insider is, I want to give you some information."

"Not long after the game started, when you and the bard were on the rooftop."

"The drunk is the first to go downstairs and find the room with the food."

"And... I saw drunk people hiding food on themselves!"

After finishing speaking quietly, he paused and said, "After you, the bard and others came down, when the bard distributed food, he also secretly distributed more food to the drunks on purpose."

"According to my observations, the bard and the drunken man did not come into contact with each other alone at that time."

"Brother Ainz, what do you think is the reason for this?"

Yimo thought for a while and said, "There are two possibilities."

"The first one is that two people are inner ghosts. They know each other's identity, so they will help each other."

"Secondly, they may have known each other outside the game, maybe they were matched into the game together?"

Jing Jing didn't continue to follow Yi Mo's words, but said with a smile: "I don't know."

"But I know that one of these two people is in the bright place, and the other has gradually shifted to the dark place."

"In this game, everyone has a lot of voice."

"The former is more friendly and has certain analytical skills. It seems worthy of everyone's trust."

"The latter is like a lunatic, and took such a weapon to make others dare not easily offend him."

"If the situation is gradually controlled and one of the insiders is an insider, I'm afraid our green base will become more and more dangerous."

"Brother Ainz, you and the Rain Emperor are now in the same camp. Although weak, at least you dare to contend with the drunks!"

"I decided to stand by your side for the time being."

Yimo shook her head: "I'm not on the side of the Rain Emperor, but I think it's more likely that the bard is the inner ghost."

"If there is an insider among the players who have a good relationship with me in the voting results later, I will defect without hesitation."

"To put it bluntly, in the game of death, there are no absolute teammates!"

After Yimo finished speaking, she stood up and said very sincerely: "However, although I will not become teammates with you, after all, we have a lot of fate in our profession, so we can be friends."

"Although I don't know if they belong to the same camp, but we can make peace for the time being."

Quietly touched the hairpin on her head, nodded and said, "Hey, that's what I thought too."

"Brother Ainz already said that, so I'll just say a little more. I think it might be used as a reference."

"Drunk people, why hide more food?"

"hey-hey……"

"Also, watch out for the executioner."

"He, with a high probability, is the ghost."