absurd deduction game

Chapter 395 It will hurt more next time

In the villa of the Survivor Investigation Team, Lu Xiaorong suddenly patted the table, causing a lot of melon seed shells to fly off the table.

It was rare for the team members not to scold him for this incident. They were also a little surprised, watching Zhao Mou who was pushed out of the screen and disappeared into the camera of the reference room.

"It's a hungry ghost!" Lu Xiaorong stood up excitedly, "It's a hungry ghost!"

Yanming patted him: "Sit down, sit down, let's calm down."

Lu Xiaorong turned his head, with a trace of shock and belated ecstasy on his face: "It's a hungry ghost!"

"Do you have a repeater, we all have eyes!" Qiu Ziyan covered her face, as if she didn't want to see the meat dumpling trembling until the fat began to wave, "You fucking - sit! Meditate!"

The female voice full of disgust seemed to carry an irresistible majesty. Before Lu Xiaorong could react, he had already sat down subconsciously.

At this moment, Yan Li withdrew his gaze from the screen, and said, "It's a half one, with only a head and no body, you can see clearly."

Fatty Lu really calmed down now: "Oh..."

See clearly.

Calm down.

"He is just a hungry ghost attached to the sacrifice. He has no body, no body, and uses the dissipation of the power of the spirit body as the consequence of devouring it." Yanming's sacrifice book flipped again and stayed on Zhao Mou's page, " It is completely different from yours, but if you are interested, we can invite Zhao Mou to ask after the Fear Hospital is over."

Fatty Lu thought for a while: "That's good."

Yan understood him with a glance: "I'm afraid you will still be disappointed. Tsk... Zhao Mou took out this sacrifice for the first time, and it seems that he got it recently, so which one of the original sacrifices did it replace?" What about the column..."

Yanming went to tinker with his book.

Yan Li looked at Lu Xiaorong's fat body, and the table in front of Lu Xiaorong with melon seeds on it, his gaze sank.

It seems that I really need to chat with Zhao Mou. As the captain, I feel distressed when I see Lu Xiaorong's situation.

Few people remember that the name of Lu Xiaorong's persona is "Hungry Ghost".

Hungry ghosts, one of the hundred ghosts in traditional China, are transformed into hungry ghosts after death due to certain sins. They are hungry all day long, but their throats are as sharp as needles, making it difficult to eat.

This kind of ghost is always in a state of hunger but can't eat, and its body is as thin as a stick, especially its neck, which is so thin that it can be wrapped with one hand.

As for Lu Xiaorong... he is much better than a hungry ghost, at least he can eat, although he can only eat a little.

The side effect is that if he eats a little bit, he will gain weight, and a meal that almost satiates a normal person will add at least ten catties to him.

And also feel the burning in the stomach, very painful.

Yan Li has always wanted to find a way to make Lu Xiaorong less painful, because after all, this is just a side effect of the personality mask, not the reason for Lu Xiaorong's own constitution, and there is still room for change.

Just trying to find a way, it's so hard.

……

The wheelchair rumbled a long way, and after Zhao Mou was pushed away, he knew that Yu Xing didn't need him anymore. He held his cane and let the hungry ghost scream, which made people's minds shake.

The wheelchair continued to move forward, and the phantom of the hungry ghost enveloped it, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

"Oh, the person you want to kill has run away, hurry up and chase after him." Yu Xing blocked the door and reminded Han Yan kindly.

"Excuse me?" Han Yan asked back, shifting the muzzle of the gun to Yu Xing's forehead.

"I'm sorry, I'm in a good mood recently, and I'm getting fat, so I can't let go." Yu Xing was very distressed.

"……what."

"What's the point of you doing this?" Han Yan seemed a little puzzled, but also mocking, "Do you think that if you don't let me find him, I won't be able to kill him?"

In the darkness, some kind of hidden existence swims in the shadows, chasing after the sound of the wheelchair.

"And—" Han Yan looked at Yu Xing's distracted attention to the direction Zhao Mou left, and smiled happily, "Someone must be killed, right? No one died, how can you identify me?"

"Don't you...don't want me out?"

"Think about it, isn't there still Sapphire?" Yu Xing said innocently, looking really kind, "Go and kill Saffrey, I promise I won't stop you."

Saffli, who had just stepped onto the garden area and planned to help dig the soil, felt cold all over.

The barrage raged wildly.

[Safli is so pitiful, she is at the bottom of the fall line, if she can come out alive to see the replay video, Yu Xing may be in dire straits]
[That depends on Yu Xing's real strength. Besides, if Safli can really survive, I am afraid that the Midnight Guild will not allow her to be enemies with Yu Xing, Qu Lianqing and the others in a short time]
[Yeah, it’s hard to stand on one side and cooperate for a while, at least a one-month truce]
[Late night guild hasn't seen such a pull for a few days]
This is the provocation of the fallen line.

[Look quickly, several guilds have posted statements]
[Laughing, it’s obviously a declaration of war post]
[Good guy, the research institute sent a list of more than a dozen hidden members of the single prism, I went to it and I saw the right-line star promoters I like very much]
[The Zhao family also sent a few more]
[Go and see]
All of a sudden, several forces affected by the accident in the fearful hospital started a unified counterattack as if they had negotiated with each other.

They can't interfere with the plot in the deduction, and can't they turn the outside world upside down?
Immediately, several single prism members who had hidden their identities were found out, and more forces were involved.

Some of the audience went to watch the excitement, but most of them were still watching the live broadcast. You can watch the excitement whenever you want, but now Han Yan and Yu Xing are facing each other alone!

It's this Yu Xing who is really hard-headed, not only choosing to confront the desperate level, but also continuing to provoke the late night guild. Is this EQ?

Is it really not fatal to operate in reverse?

"Safli..." Han Yan seemed to have a good temper and accepted Yu Xing's proposal, and then asked, "What about you?"

Yu Xing was puzzled: "Me?"

"Who are you going to kill to complete the mission?" Han Yan guessed that Yu Xing did not reveal the identity of the assailant to everyone. Then, the rest, except for the main body of the strategy, is Yu Xing's own people. How will he choose? ?

Tsk, even if you want to blow up your identity and get voted in the next round, you have to kill someone first to ensure that the alarm for the next round is sounded, right?If he is like this, who can he fight against?

"How about I make a deal with you?" Han Yan's voice was a little imperceptible, "You let me kill one of your people, and Saffrey will keep it for you, so that you won't kill your friend with your own hands. How good is it?"

[It turns out that Yu Xing is another perpetrator? ]
[I thought I voted Kraken right]
[Kraken, the most innocent woman in this game]
"And then hinted to them that I would sell my teammates and send one of them to you for you to kill?" Yu Xing had seen through this routine a long time ago, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "In this way, I can do it for you in the future." The sowing and discord in the game at dusk planted the seeds, right?"

"It's a pity, I don't intend to give you this chance. Even if I kill them myself, it's better than letting them be killed by you." Yu Xing took a step forward, took the initiative to put his forehead against Han Yan's muzzle, and took out the gun as if nothing had happened. Into the dream of Sheqing, he slashed across with a dagger.

Han Yan's forehead twitched. The other party was not afraid of firearms. He was obviously relying on them. He probably had certain rules to resist hot weapons, ah, or it might be to resist deadly attacks.

He retreated a step back, dodged the dagger, and then shot Yu Xing's leg. Yu Xing didn't dodge, and a flower of blood bloomed on his calf.

But he underestimated Yu Xing's speed. At the same time as the bullet hit, the dagger flipped in Yu Xing's hand, slashed across Han Yan's chest at another angle, and cut the doctor's uniform.

On the muscles of Han Yan's chest, a bright red bloody mouth appeared. The wound was not too shallow, at least the blood volume was touching, and it let others know that Yu Xing had the goal of provoking the Desperate Level.

"Hiss, it hurts so much." At the same time as Yu Xing stabbed the person, the pain from the bullet wound also spread through the nerves. He fell back as if he couldn't stand still, and sat on the ground with no image at all.

His legs were bent due to the pain, one hand was propped on the ground to keep his balance, the other trembling hand covered his calf, and he carefully separated the pants from the scar so as not to really stick together later.

Han Yan looked down at Yu Xing, a flopper, silently calculating in his heart.

If Yu Xing's goal was to use Zhao Mou to lure him out and prevent him from killing Zhao Mou, then this goal would no longer be possible, because the ghost he controlled had quietly approached the wheelchair that was constantly moving away.

Who made Zhao Mou disabled in his legs?The sound of the friction between the wheelchair and the ground was as eye-catching as a bell in the quiet hospital.

Yu Xing obviously noticed the ghost's departure, so why wasting time here?

He doesn't kill Yu Xing now, purely because the rules are still in effect, both he and Yu Xing are perpetrators, and they can't kill each other, but he is not in a hurry, Yu Xing will always die.

So what is Yu Xing thinking now?What does he hope to show in front of the audience, or does he have other calculations...

While thinking about it, he shifted his gun and aimed it at Yu Xing's other leg this time.

"If you want to play a weak and innocent scene here, I don't mind helping you." Han Yan is very friendly, but watching Yu Xing's movements, he threatens sinisterly, "Look... all limbs are broken How about it? Let me give you a few more ball joints, so that you can experience the life of a doll?"

"Well, probably not." Yu Xing's blood stained his pants, and he was sitting on the ground. Due to the angle, his slightly long bangs covered most of his face, making it difficult for both Han Yan and the audience to see him The entire expression, only the tip of the nose and... the lips that are smiling can be seen.

Two seconds later, he suddenly changed his words: "Or you can try it too? Is it your ability to transform people into dolls? I really want to see it."

Yu Xing sincerely invited Han Yan to let him experience this kind of thing, but Han Yan was not very happy.

He is not very interested in Yu Xing who can't die in his hands in this round anyway, or he can see that Yu Xing is not the kind of person who will be afraid of physical torture, rather than waste time here To hurt Yu Xing, it is better to kill his companion in front of Yu Xing, let him see his own incompetence, and have a clear understanding of his own strength, this is called torture.

Han Yan squatted down, his eyes were rarely gloomy, he stared into Yu Xing's eyes, and finally said with a smile: "Smart... old antique. Do you think this fake and clumsy performance can change anything? No, you can change nothing No. Zhao Mou...has been caught by me."

Yu Xing raised his head, his eyes were bright, and he smiled lightly, "Really."

……

"Gollum..."

The wheelchair collided with an iron bed placed in the corridor, making an unavoidable noise. The hungry ghost shrouded in the wheelchair continued to push it rather cautiously, a little clumsily.

Her long hair fluttered in all directions, some of it lost in the darkness, swallowed by the blackness around it.

The next moment, those locks of hair were suddenly grabbed by something, and the irreversible force made the hungry ghost scream, and the wheelchair was forced to stop with tooth-stinging friction.

The hungry ghost is almost thinking, why is this wheelchair so low-level that it needs to be pushed to walk? If it is more automated, wouldn't the owner be able to shake the handle to move forward?

The ghosts swimming from the darkness didn't give her a chance to think about it. The darkness swarmed up and surrounded the hungry ghost in an instant. The ghost ate it, making the color of the hungry ghost darker and more transparent, and the remaining part attacked the hungry ghost wantonly. In less than ten seconds, the hungry ghost was smashed to pieces and disappeared in this dimension.

The black shadows flocked excitedly to the man in the wheelchair, only to find that the man had no breath of life.

Only then did they take a closer look, and saw that the one on the wheelchair was obviously a dummy made of straw!

The moment he was discovered, the straw man changed from life-size to palm-sized, and quietly stayed on the wheelchair seat, torn to pieces by the angry shadows.

……

At the same time, Han Yan frowned when he received the news from the shadows.

This Zhao Mou unexpectedly played with the golden cicada to get out of his shell without anyone knowing it. I don't know where he started to leave the wheelchair, allowing his ghost to chase him for so long in vain.

Now if you want to look back, I'm afraid Zhao Mou has used other means to run away.

"Only once." Han Yan pointed a finger at Yu Xing, "The person I want to kill has only one chance to escape. Zhao Mou's chance has been used up."

"You only have one chance to kill him, and now you have no chance." Yu Xing smiled back, which was offensive no matter how you looked at it.

Han Yan's finger didn't retract, but tapped on Yu Xing's wound where he was shot by the gun. On the surface, he just touched it lightly. In fact, probably only Yu Xing would know that he was so hard that he almost wanted to touch the wound. The wound poked an extra hole.

"Hiss." Yu Xing's legs cramped uncontrollably, and he stepped back, just out of the camera range of the reference room.

"Does it hurt? It's right if it hurts." Han Yan didn't care whether he was exposed to the camera or not, he smiled, "It will hurt more next time."

(End of this chapter)