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Chapter 29 Guess who is me ()

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Task name: Guess who is me
  Type: Single player (novice)

Details: The president of the Killer Association held a party that only killers could attend. He wanted to announce his resignation and announce his successor at this party, but he did not expect to die in the center of the stage. You're not even a rookie killer, just a tabloid reporter who slipped in.

Requirement: Survive until eight o'clock the next morning and catch the murderer by then.

Reward: 1000 source power points, rated treasure chest.

Special note: Novice players who participate in the first copy will automatically exit the game when they receive fatal damage. There is no penalty or reward.

This note gave Xia Qimiao a little comfort, but it was really only a little, not much.

Ordinary people are surrounded by killers, like a white rabbit trapped among wolves.

Xia Qimiao felt the vague gaze, and when the lights came on, she discovered the reason - only her evening dress was a shiny silvery white, or a tight fishtail skirt.

He was wearing high heels, so he couldn't run when he was in danger.

The outfit given by the system fits the personality so well that no knowledgeable killer would dress like this.

She closed her eyes and looked at the character panel again. She found that the item list was completely empty, but her skills and status were still there.

She immediately felt relieved when she saw that the "King of Tricks" was in a usable state.

All prying eyes turned away after she took it out from the warehouse. As expected of killers, they were sensitive enough to the smell of danger.

She looked around. Everyone was wearing a mask and could not see their expressions.

"Before I came, I was worried that this party would be boring, but I didn't expect that it would be fun to watch at the beginning. Hey, friend, I raise a glass to you!" The man wearing an orange mask raised his wine glass high, and the people around him joined him.

Most of the people were laughing noisily. They seemed to know each other well, but no one was close to each other and they kept their distance.

Only a few people cared about the corpse on the stage, crossing their arms and commenting wantonly on the dead president.

Someone came over, but made no sound.

"Beautiful lady, you didn't applaud just now. Are you dissatisfied with this performance?"

"General." Xia Qimiao said coldly. She looked at the man who could accurately detect whether others were applauding in the dark, and she made a guess in her heart.

"Why do you say that?" He was wearing a half-face mask, exposing his lips and chin, and was smiling.

She glanced at the picture of half a head smashed on the stage and looked away: "There is no sense of art."

"Really?" The mouth under the half-face mask grinned even wider.

"Madam is really a kind-hearted person, and her evaluation is so tactful. If you ask me, this is simply clumsy."

A woman wearing a red mask intervened in the conversation between the two. She was wearing a short skirt, revealing her smooth muscular legs, and she looked very explosive.

Xia Qimiao glanced at it inadvertently, feeling envious. It would be great if she could also practice like this.

The curvature of the man's mouth disappeared: "What do you mean?"

"Literally." The red mask shook the cup, his words full of contempt.

She walked onto the stage under the eyes of everyone, and the onlookers also made room for her.

She stepped on the smashed head and took the microphone: "Hello everyone, I am the new president. I don't know if you all enjoy watching this scene arranged by me?"

Damn it, "grabbing the credit".

The man next to him couldn't hold back his mask of anger, and he couldn't hold back his anger.

Indeed, if he could keep his composure, he would not come over to ask questions when he saw someone not applauding, nor would he lose face when he received a bad review.

Only the creator cares about why he didn't get good reviews and was very angry when he was robbed.

This is no different from self-destruction. He almost wrote "I am the murderer" on his face. What Red Mask said about "watching a show" is actually a part of putting him in a "play", looking at him like a clown.

Didn’t you see that many killers were clapping and smiling at him?

But he just stared at the people on the stage and was completely unaware of it.

Finding the murderer at the beginning is too simple. Xia Qimiao didn't believe that the game would let her pass easily. There must be a pitfall somewhere.

"Who are you as the new president? My father has clearly not decided on a successor." The blue mask and the black mask shouted on the stage. They faced off, and the audience started discussing in low voices.

"Don't the old president have four children? How come there are only three?"

"Your news is too late. His youngest daughter has not appeared in public since she broke a hand last year."

"Such a dish?"

"Yes!"

Xia Qimiao listened to their conversation and wondered: The Assassin's Association still has a hereditary rule, so with so many assassins, no one wants to usurp the throne?

Everyone was talking about it, and even more, it was not a big deal to watch the excitement, and they started gambling on the spot.

Sparrowtail Mask pushed away the wine glass and placed a strange white disk on the wine table. This disk was connected to four boxes, with the words red, blue, black, and white written on them.

"Dangerous items are not allowed to be brought in. How did you bring this in?" someone asked.

The sparrow-tail mask had the voice of a boy, and he said with a smile: "Everyone here has not brought anything in, and I don't think this is a dangerous item, it's just a gadget."

Some people are watching the fun, but no one is suppressing them. After all, if you suppress one person, you will become enemies with the other three people. Losing money is a small matter, but losing your life is a big deal.

Da da da.

The sound of high heels echoed in the hall, and everyone present glanced at the source.

Xia Qimiao thought about keeping it down, but she was not skilled enough to be silent.

Since you can make a sound no matter what, it's better to be generous.

"Full scale?" She looked at the familiar disk and asked.

Although Birdtail Mask didn't know what she was talking about, he still explained: "This is a prop I bought, and it is something from 'over there'. No matter what it is, it can show its proper price when put on it. "

Xia Qimiao studied this prop when he was the temporary owner of Building 3. Normally, players cannot directly extract the source of power from the body like a magic object, but they can borrow it.

As for whether it is, you will know after trying it.

She put her little finger on the disc: "One hundred."

There was a faint laugh, as if mocking the small number.

Blue light emerged from her fingers, and the number on the scale jumped wildly, settling on nine digits.

"One by one... ten million?" Bird Tail Mask said in surprise.

"Press red."

The light ball floated into the red box, and the box spit out a light red round bracelet.

Xia Qimiao picked it up and tied it on her wrist as if nothing had happened. She looked up and found that except for the sparrow tail mask, which was still in front of the gambling table, a no-man's land with a radius of one meter had formed around her.

"I didn't expect that you existed 'over there'." The red mask stepped down and walked to Xia Qimiao with a respectful attitude.

"If you hadn't thought of it, you wouldn't have come to talk to me."

　To be honest, I haven’t fallen asleep yet, I’m sad

　　
  　
  (End of this chapter)