Chapter 7: Eight player round table game and voting

He was strangled.
The three dark fingerprints on the neck showed the murderer's movements neatly, the mixed eyes protruded, and looked at Lin Yining injustice.
Lin Yining saw a knock on his arm and thought he had just struggled. He is not like someone who is willing to die, then the situation is more terrible than expected-there is no possibility of struggling to resist when encountering ghosts.
He stood up and walked to the bastard, closing his eyes.
"Now know the false compassion?" The referee's child voice sounded maliciously again: "I killed him, no, obviously you killed, you know? If you continue to play games like this, I will next time Kill two people."
"I blame you!" Girl No.4 beat her boyfriend hard and cried out loudly, "I said long ago, the house here is not clean, you have to stay here if you want to get cheap, now we are all dead , What to do!"
The boy did not refute and pulled his girlfriend into his arms.
"It's halftime now." The referee said, "You guys can digest all this."
Lin Yining tried to calm himself down and looked around.
If you guessed right, this is a living room in a residential house. The walls are painted in fresh light blue, and cultural bricks are affixed to the TV background wall. The soft decoration in the room is fresh and clean, the details are ingenious, and it makes people feel bright.
The place where they sit now should be the position of the dining table. He turned his attention to the floor-to-ceiling windows, where the sight was excellent, and he thought that this residential house should be a high-rise building.
High-rise, 33rd floor?
Almost subconsciously, he linked these two clues together.
"Dang~Dangdang Dangdang~" The referee interrupted Lin Yining's thinking: "Think it over." He said to everyone: "Think about it and play the game."
The remaining seven could not help but breathe tightly.
"The next clue is that it wasn't only one person when it died." The referee said: "Oh... you should like this topic, prove to them that they are not ghosts."
The first speaker this time was No. 2, the middle-aged man who just said, "I live on the third floor, you should all know me, Xiao... Xiao Lin..." He refers to Lin Yining : "I helped you when your dad died!"
Indeed, when the Lin family was in funeral, he came to take advantage of the small. Lin Yining was reluctant to say more on this topic, don't start.
No. 3 and No. 4 are the little couple who live on the same floor with Lin Yining and usually have a good relationship. The first to speak is number three. He took out the key and ID from his pocket and threw it on the table.
"My girlfriend and I can prove to each other that we have been together since 3 pm and have not been separated."
His ID is a driver's license and an ID card. The rest of the people circulated the ID to each other, and no one disputed it.
On the fifth, wearing the uniform of a takeaway, he also took out his ID from his pocket in the same way as on the third. He also took out his mobile phone and said, "There is my registration information on the Internet. I did come here only after I received the order. ."
Raised his hand on the third, the referee yelled, and motioned him to speak.
"Which one do you take out for?"
Number five said: "401."
"Who opened the door?"
"The door isn't closed, I'll be here when I push the door in." No. 5 motioned them to look at the corner of the wall where there was a piece of noodles. "The order information says Ms. Luo, the telephone number is 1324565423."
No. 3 raised his hand again, indicating that it was finished.
Number 6 was a taciturn otaku. He thought about it for a while and said, "Throw out the garbage and close the door when you go home. You don't have any ID and mobile phone on your body. I don't know how to prove it."
Immediately after that was number seven, a gorgeously dressed woman in her early thirties. She took the ID card out of her handbag and pushed it to the middle of the table: "My job is special, I often leave early and return late, if I say self-certification..." Her eyes turned around a group of people, laughing: "Unintentional I saw it once in Zhong Bang. Brother No. 2 should have a lot of peach blossoms."
No. 2's complexion turned to pig liver.
Finally, the eighth, Lin Yining.
He opened the phone to the WeChat page and pushed it to the middle: "Owner Group."
After eight people finished speaking, it was time for deliberation. The referee did not say a time limit this time.
The first one to speak was number three, he asked, "Do you want to vote?"
"Vote, of course, to vote. Vote to die one person, not vote to die two people, why not vote?" The middle-aged man busy said: "Maybe we caught the ghost who?"
"If you don't catch it, would you want to send someone to die?" Girl No. 4 asked loudly.
"What are you shouting at me? This is no way!" The middle-aged man stood up and scolded back: "You are so kind, then you will die this time! You go!"
The girl’s boyfriend caught her.
The boy’s eyes turned to Lin Yining: "Now I want you to explain what you know."
Lin Yining said: "Have you ever played the game? The system says what it can't say."
"Well, then I suggest that everyone in this round chooses you." The boy said: "If you have to choose someone to sacrifice, you have experience and you are more likely to survive than others."
Lin Yining said: "If you say that, then I suggest everyone choose you. A person who has just started the game and dominates the direction of the wind wants people who have major clues to die, what is the intention?"
The boy sneered: "Don't change the subject."
"You can't say it, you can't say it." Lin Yining said indifferently: "Now it's better to analyze the existing clues than to be infighted. I do know No.2, you, No.4, then the ghost is more likely to have three people left. Do you agree?"
"I agree." Seeing Lin Yining exclude him, he quickly responded. Otaku No. 6 said, "I disagree."
"How do you know that the ghost did not replace someone after he killed someone?" The otaku said: "You look familiar with that thing, and I think you are the most suspected."
"You can't even prove your own evidence. Are you qualified to say this?" said the middle-aged man on the 2nd.
On the 6th, he took the mobile phone Lin Yining put on the table and logged into his account: "If I knew that the group could also be used as evidence, I wouldn't say that."
He logged into his account and clearly displayed the information in the owner group.
Middle-aged people are speechless.
The beginning of the topic no longer knows where the crookedness is. It is no longer analyzing the current situation, but is biting each other and the scene is in a mess.
After their quarrel, Lin Yining withdrew from the battle. He turned on the tablet and reviewed everyone's speech again.
He can now be said to be the most dangerous. No. 3 has clearly expressed dissatisfaction with him. No. 4 is a girl with little opinion, and will most likely follow his boyfriend. No. 2 is the wall head grass, sitting next to No. 3, if you see that two people have voted for Lin Yining, he may not follow suit.
Just because there are six votes in total. If Lin Yining is chosen for three votes, then he is absolutely safe.
Now, he needs more convincing evidence to prove himself.
He looked around again. The ghost is on the 33rd floor, and here is also a high-level, so does it mean that this is the ghost's home? Or is it the home of the ghost?
But among the remaining six people, it seems that the temperament is not so suitable for this house.
So mean, the ghost is dead here?
The wall clock ticking on the wall kept ticking, and the time had passed until ten o'clock in the evening. This is not the time when Lin Yining came in. So, what does this time mean?
Suddenly, Lin Yining noticed a detail.
Through the huge French window, he saw a ferris wheel.
The Ferris wheel is available in any city, but this one is most familiar to him. This building, which can be called the Jingcheng symbol, was demolished the year he graduated from high school.
"Everyone." Lin Yining stopped their quarrel: "Can I have a look at your mobile phone?"
"Why?" No. 3 asked him: "Do you want to wash your suspicions?"
"Yes..." Lin Yining just wanted to say something, and his words were interrupted. It was the referee.
"Smart idea." Tong sounded: "But time is up, you can make this plan in the next round."
This time the voice is different from the emptiness of the moment, and has a clear direction. Lin Yining's eyes followed the sound to the small table by the floor-to-ceiling window, where there was a glass of water with a clear red lip mark printed on it.
"Okay." The referee's voice rang again. "Please start voting. If you don't vote this time, you will see the ghost directly."
The scorched smell that gradually dissipated was once again around everyone, terrifying people.
After thinking for a while, Lin Yining wrote down number seven.
Unable to prove that he is indeed a bit dangerous, he now only hopes that they will not be emotional. The young couple proved to each other that they were first ruled out. The evidence of No. 5 was considered sufficient, and then they were ruled out. The rest were middle-aged No. 2, otaku No. 6, and gorgeous woman No. 7. The feeling given to him by No. 2 couldn't be more familiar, so that he was convinced that this wretched middle-aged man was himself. There are more than one owner group in the account of No. 6 otaku. If according to his theory, ghosts will not have such new games.
When everyone's voting information was written down, the lights dimmed again. This time, unlike last time, it was endless darkness, more like a cloudy day at two or three o'clock in the morning, with a dark paint outside.
"Let's announce the results of the ballot." The referee said: "This time the most votes were received...well, yes, number 8."
Lin Yining had a hunch about this result, and did not feel much surprised. He watched the expressions of everyone else at this moment.
No. 2 breathed a sigh of relief, and some of the remaining people were somewhat indifferent with expectation. Only the No. 3 girl seemed a little nervous and a little guilty. She dared not look at Lin Yining.
Lin Yining felt nothing else. When the referee announced the result, he felt that he was in a void. To say that this space is void is because of the quiet blackness, I feel that I can't see the margin.
In such a space, the faint firelight lit up from the corners, and then burned more and more prosperous, swallowing the entire space. In the firelight, a petite figure crawled out of it.
This ghost is a woman. This is Lin Yining's first reaction, and then the second reaction-it turns out she was burnt to death?
At first, the ghost climbed slowly, and then it climbed faster and faster, almost rushing with fire, and screamed in his mouth, like pain and excitement.
My bow
He shouted in the bottom of his heart, but stuck in the rules of the game, he couldn't even move a finger.
When rushing out of the range of firelight, the female ghost stood up and slowly walked towards Lin Yining. Lin Yining could almost feel the heat on her body. The crackling of the fat was burning, and he thought he felt a sudden realization when he thought about the feeling of being touched.
Was it a charred corpse that just met him?
He even felt a little calm in his heart now. Trying to take out the bow and arrow again, it still didn't work. At this time, he bumped into something in his pants pocket.
A small round bead.
What is this?
When the fire on the female ghost burned the medicine to Lin Yining, he suddenly felt his eyes dark as if he had changed another space, and when he went back, Lin Yining felt that he could move.
He stepped back quickly, and a broken bow appeared in his hand.
The surrounding firelight was constantly absorbed by the bow and arrow, and the female ghost was irritated.
Lin Yining clearly felt that the energy in the bow and arrow gradually filled, and gathered from the bow and arrow into his hand, and then—
boom!
The female ghost was blown to pieces.
"Congratulations on your comprehension of skills, hydrogen long arrows. Skill description: A long arrow made of hydrogen, if there is a sparkle next to it, may cause a big explosion, but it is usually useless to emit it."
"Your style of painting has always been very hydrogen~"
The author has something to say: 12 people changed to 8 people, too many people can't write...
Never die again, how good to fight happily, what reasoning to write...