Why it never ends

"Don't believe the nonsense about chelate!" A soldier standing against the wall not far away shouted to dissuade, "It's deceiving people, it won't let anyone live at all, this kind of game is to provoke killing, wait for it to play enough , it will kill everyone and leave no one alive—”

Before the words were finished, the soldier who had been used as a meat shield had already fallen to the ground, and the chelate standing behind him was nowhere to be seen.

When everyone saw the location of the chelate again, it had already pinched the dissuader's head.

The man's voice also stopped abruptly.

"That's not right," the chelate whispered close to the soldier's ear, "Maybe the mercury needle came when we were playing around? Once the mercury needle arrived, wouldn't everyone be saved?"

"I can't... I can't believe the words of the chelate..." The soldier was strangled by the throat, and his breathing gradually became difficult, "They, they are the most...deceptive——"

"Then let me ask another question." Chelate smiled, "Do you want to die now or later—"

"I choose to die later!"

A loud voice came from under the corner of the table in the distance, and everyone, including the chelate, turned their eyes to the side at the same time——I saw a big red-haired man with his hands raised, slowly crawling under the table When she came out, although the lights were dim, her mutilated right hand was still very prominent.

She raised her arms high in an exaggerated gesture, eager to please.

"They don't play, I play," Hesta replied in Common Tongue, "Is the rule you just said all there is? Find one and you can live... what if I find two?"

Chelate let out a series of laughter, "If you find two, then when the next wave of killings occurs, I will kill you last."

"Okay... that's okay, okay," Hesta immediately pointed his thumbs towards the chelate, "I... actually saw it just now, yes, I saw the hiding places of several people."

"Okay," the chelate smiled, "then start with you?"

Hesta turned around and turned over the counter awkwardly. After climbing onto the table, her expression became a little embarrassed and she began to look around.

With the dim light at this moment, Hesta looked at the hemispherical dome of the entire hall.

From the backstage of the workstation to the hall, a long line of blood dragged on the ground—this chelate came from behind, and the members of the workstation who were originally inside were probably in danger.

In the silence, she listened to everyone's heartbeat and breathing.

That's right, two chelates in total: one behind her, the other sitting on the escalator railing in the second-floor hallway.

Except for those soldiers and the staff member who stood up to identify the chelate, there were no other exposed people in the entire hall, and the rest of the staff had already entered their respective shelters.

"What are you looking at furtively there?" asked the chelate behind him, "Didn't you want to play a game, why didn't you move?"

Hesta turned his head with a stiff expression, "I, I was just thinking, are you really a chelate?"

"Huh? What does that mean?"

"Aren't you guys doing some kind of social experiment? It's just...the kind of prank show that tests whether people will betray strangers to save themselves in extreme situations..." Hesta forced a smile, " When people like me take the bait, you take a video camera and take pictures of my stupid appearance... I am relatively timid, so don’t scare me, really.”

The chelate laughed again, and it waved at Hesta, "Then come here, I'll let you stab someone with your own hands, so you can make sure."

"No need, no need," Hesta shrank her neck, and her voice became lower and lower, "I'm sorry, I am, I may... watch too much TV at home."

As she said that, Hesta had already turned over the counter. She walked to a closed shelter, squatted down, and held the doorknob of the entrance with one hand, and began to use force in a muffled voice.

"Citizen!" The staff not far away called her tremblingly, "If you really have a conscience, don't do such a thing... At this time, let's not kill each other—"

"Don't come to Daode to kidnap me," Hesta glanced at the man, and continued to forcefully pull outward, "Ten thousand steps back, I... I am also - self-defense!"

However, the doorknob didn't budge.

"What's the matter," the chelate not far away sneered, "It seems that you don't have enough strength?"

"Enough! Enough!" Hesta blushed, "I just...need more time!"

The 30-second deadline had passed long ago. In the next few minutes, Hesta changed six or seven positions from left to right, and the sound of her forcefully yanking on the door could be heard throughout the hall. Chelate made me laugh out loud.

When the chelate got tired of laughing, it said slowly, "I'll give you another 30 seconds, if you still can't open this door, you'll be the first among these people to die, how about it, is it fair? Haha Hahahahahaha—”

Chelated laughter echoed in the hall, but no one else made a sound, and everyone watched Hesta's movements with complicated eyes, both mocking and sympathetic.

As the chelate countdown approached, Hesta suddenly kicked hard at the metal door of the shelter, then turned around and stared at the staff not far away.

"...What are you doing?" The staff member felt a little apprehensive from Hesta's gaze, and involuntarily took two steps back, "Why are you looking at me like that..."

Hesta stood up and ran to her side with big strides. Before she could speak, he grabbed her by the back collar and dragged her towards the counter.

"What are you doing!" The staff struggled all the way, "Let go of me!! You let me go!!"

Chelate looked at Hesta's movements curiously, and was about to ask her what she was doing, when Hesta answered pantingly: "You go into a shelter first—go in first! Then I'll take you If you drag it out, you'll be the one I found—don't move, you... just do me a favor!"

The chelate screamed in surprise, this sudden change made it feel some novel fun, it kept clapping and applauding Hesta's whimsy.

The young woman caught by Hesta barely made any effective resistance, and was pushed into a shelter by her. However, with the sound of a metal buckle snapping, the hall suddenly fell into silence—the only, The only remaining civilians were re-imprisoned into the shelter by Hesta.

Hesta sat by the entrance, looking dazed, as if unaware of what he had just done.

She looked at the door, and then looked back at the soldiers and the chelate on the second floor. The left hand that had nowhere to rest first pointed to the ground for a while, and then pointed to herself.

"I..." Hesta stumbled and said, "I didn't mean to."