The golden fingers of the death game are all beautiful girls

"Speaking of serious things!"

Under the urging of the Rain Emperor, Jumbo finally regained his composure, touched his head, and grinned loudly: "Hahaha!"

"I'm listening!!"

"Sister Yu, don't worry, I will vote whoever you say you vote for!"

Yuhuang's little eyebrows frowned, seeing that the giant didn't listen carefully at all, and was perfunctory to himself, and immediately became even more unhappy.

But after all, the other party agreed to himself, so he didn't say much, just slammed his mouth, and suddenly thought: "Wait..."

"I said big brother, you tell me first!"

"You are not a ghost!"

"If you beat Nibaba, you can beat him until he has no chance to fight back!"

Jumbo waved his hand and said sincerely, "Sister Yu, I'm not an insider, so just put your mind at ease!"

"I promise!"

The Rain Emperor looked at the appearance of the Big Mac, but he did not see anything, and muttered in his mouth: "Uh... I hope you didn't lie to me..."

"Well, forget it!"

"Anyway, let's cast the drunk man out today and see if he's an insider!"

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Outside the rooftop of the green square base.

The drunk man raised his head so that his face was facing the sky.

With his eyes closed, he held the baton in his hand and shook it gently.

Light and fluttering snowflakes fall leisurely from the sky.

Compared to that impression, large areas of white.

It is better to say that it is crystal clear small particles.

The snow is not heavy, but a little dense.

Probably, it is the level of moderate snow.

Drunk people, intoxicated in this tranquility.

It was as if he was the only one left in the whole world.

And he is the master of everything!

At this moment, someone interrupted his thoughts from behind.

"Drunk people, I'm actually the same kind of person as you."

"think about it."

"This game."

"Let's cooperate."

When the drunk heard the words, he didn't look back, he already recognized through the voice that the person who was looking for him was the game player's executioner.

The executioner with small eyes, hooked nose, dark skin, and eyes like poisonous snakes.

The corners of the drunk man's mouth curled up slightly, feeling the snowflakes on his face slowly melting, and the blood seeping into his somewhat rough skin, he said hoarsely, "What kind of person am I?"

The feeling of a drunk person speaking is like an interviewer.

Put yourself in a position to control everything.

Calmly.

Because of his strength, he feels indifferent to everything.

The executioner leaned against the wall, looked at the nervous drunk and said: "The person who plays the game with the purpose of killing everyone."

"I can see that you don't want to find the ghost at all, you just want to kill everyone."

Drunk man: "Oh?"

"You said I was going to kill everyone, and you said you and I were the same kind of people."

"So, do you think there is a possibility of forming an alliance with this kind of people?"

"Aren't you afraid, I'm an inner ghost?" There was a hint of playfulness in his tone.

The executioner lowered his head slightly, peeping at the other party from the corner of his eye, with viciousness shining inside, and whispered: "Of course."

"Some people are always alone."

"Walk in the dark."

"You and me, both."

"When you meet someone of the same kind who is powerful, you will inevitably cherish each other."

"It doesn't matter to me whether you and I have a ghost or not."

"As long as everyone in the base dies, that's fine."

"I can help you to do this better."

"By the way, what are you doing outside?"

"Composer, orchestra conductor?"

"It's for art."

The drunk man laughed at himself: "Huh... art?"

"I'm just a third-rate screenwriter."

"Specialized in writing off-the-wall scripts."

Executioner: "Isn't that just right?"

"I'll help you finish your script."

"Let's work together to kill the people in the green base, and then kill the people in the red base."

"Wait until there are only two of us left in this game, if it's not over yet."

"Then I will be you, the last opponent."

"Let's have another one, the final decisive battle."

"There is no need to bother about who is the ghost, is there?"

The drunk man was silent for a while and said, "Are you the ghost?"

Executioner: "No."

Drunk Man: "Cast bard at night."

"I'll give you the next script..."

The executioner laughed when he heard this, "It's ok..."

"Then enjoy working together."

Drunk man: "Hehehe...you will regret it..."

The executioner didn't say much, and turned to leave.

After the executioner left, the drunken man stood in the snow for a while, and turned away when his body was almost numb from the cold.

At the same time, he muttered: "Executioner...you misread the person..."

"Compared to killing all players, I enjoy the game itself more..."

"And you, in my script."

"Not enough..."

"Those who are not qualified to be my opponent..."

The drunk man muttered, thinking of that young man with a thin body and messy bangs.

"Ainz Urgon."

"Heh...you, I'm interested..."

"No, let me down." His eyes were full of morbid excitement.

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On the other side, the game player Lu Wu.

After Lu Wu retired from military service, he turned to choose his own career.

Got a sum of free money, no need to think about insurance issues, and went to start my own business.

However, the result was not smooth, and I lost a lot of money, and I am struggling.

And just over a week ago, the death game app appeared on his mobile phone.

The icon is relatively formal, with the words Entrepreneurial Communication underneath, so Lu Wu really couldn't refuse, so he clicked in.

As a result, I entered the death game...

After the first game, he thought there was a big problem with the app, so he went to the public security station, but the security officer couldn't see the death game app.

His words were not taken seriously, and he was comforted by the security guard, who suggested that he go to the hospital.

And this game is his second game.

After parting again, he went back to his room and thought for a long time.

There are many strange things about Nibaba's death.

I can't figure it out anyway.

Finally, I decided to talk to someone.

And with this person, not Yimo and the bard.

But Apocalypse!

Chapter 44. Dangerous Chess

After Tian Qi saw that it was Lu Wu, he let him into the room directly.

He closed an open book on the table, sat on the stool and said, "It's a bit of a surprise, I didn't expect you to come to me."

Lu Wu: "Compared to Ainz and the Bard, I feel that your analytical ability is stronger and you are more trustworthy."

After Lu Wu finished speaking, he looked at the book that Tian Qi had closed. It turned out to be a third-rate romance novel, and the cover was a bit vulgar. He immediately felt slapped in the face and felt a little embarrassed: "Well... I thought your appearance and temperament It's a high-level intellectual, the backbone of a company's executives, or a company boss..."

"I really didn't expect that you would read... this kind of book..."

Tian Qi replied seriously: "In the outside world, maybe everyone likes to classify the people they meet in their hearts according to their temperament and appearance."

"When you meet someone who looks rich and powerful, you will subconsciously respect them."

"It seems that those elites are different from ordinary people."

"But in fact, everyone is the same."

"At least, in terms of desire."

"It's just that rich and powerful people can better satisfy their own desires because they have more resources."

"I read this kind of book, and there is nothing abnormal."

"I'm a trader outside."

"It's all rich people."

"Among them, there are not many people with low taste."

Lu Wu smiled awkwardly when he heard the words, and said embarrassedly: "Sorry, I'm actually a rough person, and I don't like to beat around the bush. If there is something you don't like to hear, just bear with it."

Tian Qi was amused by Lu Wu's words: "It's really direct, not pleasing."

"Sit down, what do you want me to do?"

"It's fine if you want to canvass votes. I won't consider other people's opinions."