Chapter 6: Eight player round table game with ghosts

Among the eight people, most Lin Yining knew each other, and thought that these people were all neighbors in the same unit.
He sat there and looked at the people around him, except for the girl who was directly opposite him occasionally weeping twice, there was no other voice, everyone was very quiet.
He was the last one to come in. I don’t know what happened before, but I can imagine the choices that a group of ordinary people will face when facing such a terrible and cruel thing, nothing more than just putting Lin Yining on the subway just now. Repeat all the miniaturization of the station.
It is almost conceivable that after pushing their door open, they found that they had crossed into a strange place, and then could not get out again—the door disappeared—what kind of mood they would be after. Lin Yining tried to open the app, but found that the app was invalid.
There was a huge shadow in the corner of his eyes. It was like a monster. The huge figure gave him inexplicable fear.
"You can't say it." A voice said to him: "You can't tell the newcomers about the game, otherwise you will die."
Lin Yining immediately stood upright and whispered well.
The lights in the room suddenly dimmed, and a cheerful child said, "Good evening everyone~"
The awkward silence responded to him.
Tong Sheng didn't seem to care, saying: "Let's get into the topic, you don't take all this as a game, it will really die, this brother should be very clear."
He refers to Lin Yining. When he said this, everyone's eyes turned to him.
The other party did not let him say it, but he said it, Lin Yining didn't know what he was thinking.
Tong Sheng didn't seem to find that he had said something wrong, and greeted Lin Yining with a smile: "I also specially asked a pretty lady with a good voice to say a welcome message, wasn't it a surprise?"
In the eyes of people around or in doubt or inquiry, Lin Yining lowered his head, and the child's voice didn't care, sinking his voice, saying, "You all know the rules of the game? Let's start. The first tip, it lives in Thirty-third floor. Then is the first theme, please tell me, where were you all just now?"
No one wants to speak first. After a long silence, a strong light from the roof hit a man's face.
It was a fool-dressed man. Lin Yining looked familiar. If he remembered correctly, it should be the son of the uncle who lives on the first floor. It seems that he knows what kind of person he is.
"Why should I tell you?" The sneered: "Come on, you have the ability to kill you."
He tilted Erlang's legs and said, "This is a society ruled by law. There are eight of us. Come and kill you, kill each one. After killing, I will see how you end."
The mixed eyes turned to Lin Yining's face and said, "Nursing, you don't want to say something?"
Lin Yining's eyes were low, and he said, "You are free."
"Please don't speak on the 8th without permission, you will be sentenced to cheating next time." Tong Sheng said with a smile: "No. 1 player's speech is finished, players can see the record on the tablet in front of them. Friendly reminder, one Player No.’s speech does not involve the subject, and it is judged as a negative game. It is likely to use this method to cover up its differences."
"You fart!" Fang banged the table and stood up: "You let us go out!"
When there was a loud noise, I didn't know where to fly from a vase and slammed the back into the seat. The fragments of the vase spilled all over the place, and you can imagine how much effort the vase used to smash him. Then two pieces of tape came flying and stuck to his mouth, marking with a cross.
Tong Tone whispered: "No. 1 player attacked the referee, this round is forbidden. Look at his guilty look, except him, who can be a ghost? Just choose him and choose him."
He screamed twice with wide eyes.
The light turned to the second person.
This is an honest and cowardly person. Obviously, there will be no guts. He whispered: "I went home from work at more than six o'clock and was locked in as soon as I opened the door." He looked around and shouted, "You all Know me, right? We have all met at least, don’t choose me, ghosts are really not me!

"Time is up." Tong said: "You see how efficient it is to play games like this."
The speeches of the following people basically copied the second person, all of which were only a simple sentence.
"I... I was drinking milk tea with my boyfriend/girlfriend just now." This is a couple.
"Takeaway."
"Come out and take the take-out wind and blow the door up, that's how it is when it's opened."
Lin Yining flipped the tablet in front of her while listening to them.
This is an outdated tablet computer, which is a lot more clumsy than the new portable folding screen. Everyone's speech record is made into a group chat, which is quite detailed.
He glanced at the records and turned his eyes back to the speaker, trying to find clues on them. It was Lin Yining's turn soon, and he said, "I just came back from the subway station."
Tong Sheng laughed: "The pretty little brother is right."
Seeing that unknown existence treats Lin Yining differently again and again, the people around have different looks.
Lin Yining was the last person. After eight people finished speaking, it was time to vote. According to Tong Sheng, they have three minutes to communicate with each other.
"I... I have a question." No one spoke at first. After a moment of silence, someone raised his hand: "What will happen to the person who was voted out?"
"The rules are very clear, and I will see the ghost." Tong Sheng said.
"Will you die?"
"Not necessarily," Tong Sheng replied: "Look at his mood."
He tapped his hand on the tablet screen and shook it.
"Which one to choose?" He shuddered and looked at Lin Yining: "What do you know? What do you know, right? How are we going to get out?"
"Unfortunately, I don't know anything." Lin Yining thought for a while and said.
The girl who first spoke to Lin Yining had been crying, sobbing softly as background music, which kept the atmosphere of the room falling.
Then no one spoke, and the room was suffocating.
Almost everyone can see that others have reservations in this game, dumping the trash and taking the takeaway home from get off work. Under daily and reasonable reasons, there are almost no clues available.
Because they have no sense of crisis at all, they are still lucky. Yes, No. 1 is right, even if these people have magical means, what about? Will they really kill?
Perhaps this is just a large reality show made by a boring program group. I don’t know which corner of the room there is a camera hidden in the room, or I’m still broadcasting live. Internet users on the live page laughed at their stupidity.
Why should they cooperate with these strange things that suddenly appear. If you don’t cooperate and don’t resist, just go on negatively. What can those people do with them?
Lin Yining could vaguely guess what these people were thinking, but he didn't change their mind. How can he say that this is a crazy game made by aliens? What is he going to prove himself? At most, it proves that he is really a childcare-no, it is the next target.
The core of this game is to select a different kind among a group of people.
When he is obviously different from other people, he makes himself stand out. Who else will these people choose? The extra attention given to him by the'referee' has caused some people to have doubts about him, and Lin Yining doesn't want to do anything extra at all.
Moreover, the time is too short. Instead of trying to convince them of this absurdity in three minutes, it is better to think about the clues given by the'referee'. It lives on the 33rd floor. The tallest unit in their unit is his home, which has only six floors. What does the 33rd floor refer to?
So three minutes passed quickly and entered the voting session. The page on the tablet computer has changed from the conversation record table to a blank page-the top is written, please write down with whom you want to vote, but no one has started.
Lin Yining is also watching.
Some people hesitated and hesitated, others chose non-violent and non-cooperative, looking blankly at blank pages. The cowardly and timid middle-aged man had decided to randomly choose a hapless ghost he didn't like and write down his number.
Thirty seconds later, caught off guard, a large red cross appeared on a blank page on Lin Yining's tablet.
"There are only two people voting. Do you think I can't do it without voting?" Tong Sheng was a little bit angry and ruined: "You treat the game like this, I want to treat you like this, I want to give you some great look."
The room went dark, and I didn't know where there was a scorched smell. Then there was a bang, like something falling from the ground to the ground, and then the sound of something that didn't know the texture rubbing against the floor.
The sound was far and near, but people could not tell where it came from. When it crossed everyone's side, the person beside him couldn't help trembling.
Lin Yining once again wanted to call out the bow and arrow from the backpack, but failed to do so, the backpack still failed.
When the voice reached him, the muscles in his body couldn't help tightening.
That thing finally stopped beside Lin Yining.
It climbed the table leg next to Lin Yining and slowly stood up. Lin Yining even felt several times that it touched himself. Fortunately, Lin Yining confirmed that the other party's goal was not himself.
The touch disappeared in an instant, but Lin Yining had memorized it firmly. It was a bit hard, and the surface was bumpy, which made Lin Yining think that he accidentally scraped when he played a few years ago. After a large piece, touch the touch on the scab of the wound.
The goal of that thing is the number one around him, the little with his mouth shut.
Darkness magnifies all senses, and if there is a scorched smell around him, what is now in his ears is the sound of rubbing and rubbing clothes.
The opponent's goal was the No. 1 gangster just now. He was covered with tape. Now he can only utter a desperate whimper.
The ghost's speed is very slow, as if climbing up slowly, there is an extra odor in the room.
Lin Yining wanted to summon a bow and arrow, but he found himself unable to open his backpack.
With a loud bang, the random lights suddenly turned on. Before he could adapt to the light, he heard a harsh scream.
It should be a mischief.
Lin Yining turned his head in an instant, and met the eyes of the little bastard.