Latest URL: It is safe for two people to exchange tickets with each other, because there is no other 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, and he is a fugitive; he says he is a policeman, and you are a fugitive; the truth is only known to you two, so whoever survives is the policeman." Laughing wildly seemed to be talking to himself.

"I don't know you before, will you vote for me?" The policeman laughed wildly in disbelief. "I voted for you because I already have someone else's vote. I can guarantee my own survival. You should think carefully before making a choice." Kuang Xiao sat back to his original position: "If you vote for the screenwriter, Then the three of us have established trust, and you can get rid of that fugitive. "If the magician is a sinister and despicable villain who likes to see the destruction of human nature, then Mangxiao is a very pure devil who doesn't like order and rules.

The magician told the fugitive that he could vote only by thinking of the other person's name in his heart, and the maniacal laughter went further, setting the policeman and the fugitive on the fire.

The black rain outside the window was getting heavier and heavier, and the black waves crashed into the hotel. The old buildings made the sound of being overwhelmed, and everyone could feel a slight shaking.

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

"No! I think we still need to find the murderer! We have completely fallen into the rhythm of the murderer, don't you all want to be the accomplice of the murderer?" Sweat broke out on the policeman's 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 deceased!"

'Have you started biting people? Don't lose your temper, you're a police officer, not a fugitive murderer. 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 time for voting, and he needs to find a way to balance everyone's construction. To break, even if it "misses" to kill a person.

"Search?" The magician neither agreed nor refused, and the policeman directly grabbed his shirt; pulled him up by the collar.

"I hope you can cooperate, and I'm for everyone!" The policeman put his hand into the magician's pocket, but at that moment he screamed, and when he took his hand out again, there were two very large marks on his middle finger. Small cuts. "What's 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 is usually very docile, it was just scared by you just now. "

When the magician and the police were confronting each other, there was a sound of something breaking on the roof of the hotel. Several people looked up, and there was a very obvious crack on the roof of the hotel, and the rainwater had already soaked into the room.

‘Make a choice, if he wants to live, he should still choose you. "The hotel owner spoke, and he looked at all the guests in the room with a sad face.

Finish this round of selection first, and then consider other ones. "The middle-aged screenwriter also said beside him.

"It's easy to say, you can save your own life, that's why you keep 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!" the policeman said. Feeling a little out of sorts, he walked back to the table and stared at the fugitive viciously: "Give me your ticket, we will choose each other, and I can guarantee that you will live to the end!

The fugitive seemed to know what kind of person the policeman was. He was bleeding continuously from the broken arm, and his face was as pale as paper. It seemed that he would not live for long.

"You also begged me for a day?" The fugitive fell to the ground, and he looked at the policeman with mocking eyes: "I have tried my best to make me into this, and after revealing my nature, it turns out that you are So stupid and cruel, how can you be no different from an animal?" "Isn't it good to live together?"

"Okay, of course there's no problem." The fugitive got up tremblingly from the ground, dipped in his own blood, wrote the word "police officer" on a piece of paper, and then silently threw it into the black box . During the whole process, he didn't look at the police officer, and no one knew who he chose. After the fugitive finished voting, the policeman himself walked to the black box, holding a blank paper in his hand, but he didn't throw the blank paper in after a long time.

"I understand that the ten minutes at the end of each vote are not used to find the truth, but to kill people!"

Death is approaching slowly, and those who have no votes have no way out. If they want to live, they can only choose the backup answer-try to kill everyone.

Anyway, I have been isolated, anyway, I have been forced to a dead end, anyway, I can't live anymore, so it's better to drag others to die together.

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

Silently moving towards the middle-aged woman, Han Fei was worried that the police would do something to the kind-hearted woman.

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

With the help of several people, the police officer who tried to make new rules became the one who was isolated.

From the moment the police officer hesitated to vote, he had already been labeled as a danger, and all the tourists were guessing what was going on in his heart, thinking that he might have started simulating a murder scene. "There should be other ways to break the game in this game. The murderer may just use the rules here to deliberately create an atmosphere.

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

"Boom!"

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

The black rain flowed into the hotel along the gap, the wires were torn off, and the blue electric light was emitted in the darkness; there was a crackling sound.

"Be careful around!"

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

"Stay where you are! Nobody move!

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

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

Blood oozes from the wound, and the writer is speechless in pain.

Another wounded person in the house was the innkeeper, who had a **** from his shoulder to his chest.

The murderer was very cruel. He was supposed to plan to cut the boss's neck, but he also missed. The innkeeper was already old and weak, and logically speaking, he was not much of a threat, but the murderer took him as his target.

The lights only went out for a minute, and two out of ten people were injured, and everyone became more tense.

"There's more than one murderer?" The policeman was still standing beside the black box, and the surprise on his face didn't seem to be faked.

"Is it 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 innkeeper grabbed the waiter's arm. His expression was extremely painful, and the wrinkles on his entire face were crowded together.

"Don't try to procrastinate any longer. If you don't vote, then we will vote for you together." The magician smiled and looked at the policeman: "Are you regretting that you didn't choose to kill me, but chose to go to the policeman?" kill - an old man?"

Every word of the magician seemed to be testing. He knew that the policeman was very powerful, so he wanted to be the first to get rid of him.

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

The white paper with the name of the fugitive fell into the black box, and the police officer felt more and more uneasy. The hands on the clock moved slowly. Ten minutes later, the policeman suddenly covered his heart. He opened his mouth to vomit, and thick black mist poured out of his mouth and nose.

"You didn't write my name!" The blood vessels all over his body turned black, and the mist opened his skin. The policeman struggled and rushed towards the fugitive. He wanted to take the fugitive with him to die, but before he could, his whole body was blackened. Fog shrouded it.

The fog rushed towards the black box, and when the black fog dissipated, the police disappeared into the hotel. The escaped prisoner breathed a sigh of relief, he untied the hemp rope with great effort, and walked towards Mangxiao: "Thank you, if you hadn't given me the hint, I wouldn't have escaped so easily.

"hint?"

"Aren't you implying me by telling the police officer to write the name of the screenwriter?" The one-armed fugitive identified the wrong person: "I wrote the name of the screenwriter."

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

"It wasn't you?" The fugitive froze in place, staring at him and laughing wildly, and suddenly asked for no reason: "I gave you the hidden butcher's knife, did you promise to help me?"

There was no big ups and downs in the manic smile, he nodded: "I will help you." After the death of the policeman, the black rain became weaker~lightnovelpub.net~ But only ten minutes later, the rain became weaker than before. It grows bigger again, and it seems that every time a person dies, the despair will be stronger than before.

The current atmosphere in the hotel has become very dignified. Just now, there were two people who took advantage of the darkness to attack. This shows that even if the policeman is dead, the murderer is 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 kept rising, and it had already flooded the steps and was about to overflow into the house.

"Let's go to the second floor and go back to our respective rooms first." The hotel owner tried a few times but didn't stand up. He seemed to know that he was dying, so he wanted to explain something to the waiter, and those secrets should 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's 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 low voice: "Isn't the butcher's knife still in your heart?"