Chapter 195: Invincible law

　　 "The lights are going out. Anyway, let's block the door first." The magician said with a helpless expression.
　　 I don’t have to say, everyone took the bed from the cell and piled it up at the gate.
　　 At this moment, the battery above the head was completely exhausted and lit, and the whole prison was plunged into darkness.
　　 "Whether everyone gives up the first way of life, we also have to have lighting. Let's go back and recharge!" the magician shouted.
　　 Then there are the sounds of various people discrediting walking.
　　 However, only three minutes after each return to the cell, the radio rang an electronic tone: "No. 3, one vote was reported."
　　 The middle-centred youth who was riding a bicycle was shocked.
　　 "Someone has already reported... the number three? Was it a cast number?"
　　 Zhongfen youth never went to the anonymous reporting room, and did not know that the vote to kill someone was cast for the other party's number.
　　 But think about it, every number has one vote. Since this voting method is linked to the number, then it is certain that the vote will kill the number.
　　 "I remember the number three...it was that technical girl." The middle-point youth thought, jumped off the bicycle and ran to find Huang Ji.
　　 As early as after the completion of the first level, everyone got the number plates, and the caring people remembered everyone's numbers. Some people may not remember, but the middle-pointed youth are not among them.
He stubbornly carried everyone's numbers. No. 1 and No. 2 are in the hands of the gangsters, No. 3 is a wheat-colored beauty, No. 4 magician, No. 5 drunk, No. 6 blonde sick woman, No. 7 Luther, No. 8 Alan, No. 9 Huang Ji, No. 10 Lao Wang, No. 11 is himself, and No. 12 is a black-haired girl.
　　 "On the third, two votes...three votes...four votes..."
　　 "Fuck it, so fast!" The young middleman came to the stairs.
　　 Suddenly, someone patted him on the shoulder from behind.
　　The young man turned his head suddenly, but heard Huang Ji's voice: "No need to vote, give me the sign, you can go back and continue cycling."
"This...why? That technical girl is a wrongdoer. Isn’t it good for us to throw her to death? There are a total of seven offenders. If the two of us don’t vote, there are only five people. Even if the gangster is also a criminal, then There are only six votes, that technical girl who can't vote for death!" The young middleman said in a low voice.
　　 It takes seven votes to vote for the dead, and there are a total of seven perpetrators. If he and Huang Ji don’t vote, the perpetrator’s votes will not be enough.
　　 Huang Ji sneered and said: "Who said that it is not enough, do you believe that No. 3 was voted for nine?"
　　 "Huh?" The middle-pointed youth was puzzled.
　　 And just then, the broadcast announced that someone had voted again: "On the 3rd, five votes, six votes were reported..."
　　 The middle-pointed youth whispered: "Six votes. This is the limit of criminals, but there is still one vote..."
　　 "On the 3rd, seven votes were reported! Eight votes! Nine votes!" The broadcast suddenly reported three votes!
　　 "What!" The Zhongfen youth was shocked.
　　 "Boom!"
　　 At the same time, there was an explosion from the red building opposite, and fire came from in the dark in front of a room beside the stairs. It was the reporting room.
　　 In other words, someone was voting in the report room and was killed directly.
　　 "How could there be nine votes on the 3rd! So... at least three wrongdoers voted for her! I understand!" the middle-point youth whispered, and then suddenly realized.
　　 "What do you know?" Huang Ji smiled.
　　 "It turns out that there are a total of four inmates who don't need protection at all because the wheat-colored beauty exposed herself, so her other three companions simply abandoned her and cast her to death as well!" the young middleman analyzed.
　　 Huang Ji shook his head and said, "You are on the first floor."
　　 "You made a mistake even for the dead. The dead... is the drunk."
　　The young man in the middle scored in shock: "Huh?"
　　 Huang Ji calmly said: "So I said, you didn't understand this game at all! Do you think it is simple, do you vote for the faction?"
　　 "Isn't it?" The middle-point young man thought.
　　 Huang Ji said: "How do you know that number three is her?"
　　 The middle-point youth was startled, and said in a low voice: "I remember it clearly! I have written down everyone's numbers, there is absolutely nothing wrong!"
　　 Huang Ji smiled and said, "Will you not change it?"
　　 "Huh?" The middle-pointed youth suddenly appeared.
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　　As early as when the rules were introduced, the rich would open the market, betting on who would die first, and then watch various dramas.
　　 There are many surveillances on the big screen, and each surveillance is tracking a person. No matter where the person goes, the camera will quickly cut over.
　　Every rich person can use his tablet to focus on other cameras around a person to observe someone from multiple angles.
　　 The rich can also look up someone’s information to determine who will die fast.
　　 When Alan showed his force, many rich men had already checked his information and found that he was an ordinary mercenary. He was expelled for betraying his own mercenary group's intelligence. Now he is blocked by the industry and lives purely on savings and loans.
　　 Although ordinary, it is still very powerful against these lower-class people.
　　 However, there are not many rich people who regard him as a seeded player, because he is full of joy and anger, and even exposes his own force prematurely, which is very easy to be targeted.
　　 Many wealthy people judge from experience that this kind of person will die very quickly, not the first one, but also the second and third...
　　 When Alan knocked down the punks, many rich people bet some money on him, betting that he was the first to die.
After 　　, when everyone finished drawing their identities, and then all took out their identity certificates, the rich people roared with laughter.
　　 "Hahaha, here comes! A classic scene! I'm all the same again."
　　 "How many times have you been?"
　　 "This magician is so annoying, let's be a little bit irritable and throw him to death."
　　 "Hehe, don't you pay attention to the magician at all? He has already thought of a lot of things."
　　 When people gather together, they can still discuss and discuss.
　　 Once dispersed, the wealthy people mainly used their tablets to spy on them, and they also wore headphones to see the people they were interested in.
　　 Every rich person pays attention to different people and has different perspectives.
　　Although they can cut shots everywhere, when everyone is separated, they often talk or engage in small actions at the same time. It is impossible for any rich man to understand everyone's behavior at the same time.
　　 Generally, pay attention to two or three.
　　 The host and his assistants, of course, will all be stared to death, but they will not reveal information that they have not seen to the rich to ensure the fairness of the game.
　　 In other words, the gambling among the rich is also skillful, and it is necessary to analyze each other as long as they see each other, which leads to poor intelligence.
　　 For example, Huang Ji subdued the keyboard man, and only a small group of rich people noticed the amazing psychoanalytic ability displayed by him!
　　Because at the same time, there are other people doing things. Many of the rich's shots are focusing on other places, but not Huang Ji and Keyboard Man. After all, these two people are very low-key.
　　Most of the rich are concerned about the magician, Alan, and the sick blonde.
　　 As everyone knows, this is also Huang Ji's plan. He deliberately let Alan show force and attract hatred. On the surface, he became a target of public criticism, but in fact he was also seeking attention.
　　 In this game, every racehorse can also be regarded as an anchor.
　　 Huang Ji made Alan jump like this, while also controlling the sidelines, which indirectly affected the gambling market.
　　Whoever behaves more and who does more things will naturally follow him a lot. After all, they are gambling, not blindly gambling with their eyes closed. Tracking some dominant players from the perspective can make their gambling more likely to succeed.
　　Evil dragons from time to time draw some people to make extra small bets, such as who is the first to get out of the car when everyone is riding a bicycle. For example, who is the one who stays on the bike till the end? For example, how many minutes will everyone step on and then stop.
　　 Anyway, just catch anything and you can bet.
　　 The evil dragon is talking about it, mainly against Kogas, and often engages in such small gambling games.
　　 There is no doubt that he always bet right, because Huang Ji is reminding him.
　　 Huang Ji discussed with him a lot of gestural codes, except for the small gestures like flicking his fingers and tapping his pockets, which are also conveying information.
　　 The other symbols were thought to be small actions, and they passed after a glance.
　　 But for the evil dragon, this is actually Huang Ji constantly prompting him with various small answers. Something like ‘drunkies will be the first to be lazy’, and ‘everyone will stop for at most twenty minutes’.
　　 Based on this, the evil dragon sets up a gambling game and makes a lot of money. Even by analogy, Huang Ji must be the one who insisted on cycling to the end.
　　 "Buying is going to leave, the first dead person is almost there, and those who want to bet can't be delayed, let's give ten seconds to the deadline." Host Jin said.
"Damn, why are these people so harmonious? Or is there a problem with my focus? This is called Alan, he is a bastard!" Some rich people don't know who to bet, most of them are pitted by Alan, they have too many Time focused on Alan. As a result, Alan did almost nothing. He occasionally said something and did something. It was also in public places and when gathering in the square, he said that he hadn't done anything secretly.
　　 "Hey eh! This woman has exposed herself!"
　　 "Haha! I haven't seen self exposure in years, this woman is a bit stupid."
　　 "She is dead, hurry up and place a bet!"
　　 Some rich people who don't know how complicated this game is because Alan is a bastard. Before the deadline, they saw the wheat-colored beauty revealing herself and immediately put the money on it.
　　 "Hey hey, you are going to lose money, have you forgotten the actions of some players in the past?" A savvy rich man laughed.
　　 "Hey, I know what you mean, don't be too godly, this is just the beginning, how do these people in the game know so much?" said the rich people who bet on the wheat-colored beauty.
　　 "Really, let's watch it." The few rich people laughed and said nothing.
　　 After the lights are turned off, the rich people in the dark observe from the perspective of infrared photography.
　　 "Wardfake? What does this magician do?"
　　 "No, this drunk...Don't take it! Don't take it!"
　　 "Wow! Okay, this batch of horse races is a bit interesting! This magician has long thought of it!"
　　……
　　 The magician did an amazing thing.
　　 I saw in the dark, over there in the Red Mansion, the magician constantly persuaded the gangsters, Alan and others not to vote for the wheat-colored beauty.
　　 "Stay away from me!" Alan didn't bother to pay attention to him, and went straight away.
　　 The little said: "If you don't vote, shall we wait to die here? You want to protect her so much. Are you also the wrongdoer?"
　　The magician stepped up and said, "There must be another way. Even if we vote, we shouldn't be so fast. Anyway, we will charge up first, and we will discuss it slowly."
　　 "嘁......" The gangster also walked away indifferently.
　　 Now, in the corridor on the second floor, there are only three people left: the magician, the drunk, and the wheat-colored beauties.
　　 The magician solemnly grabbed the drunk’s shoulder and said, "Don’t vote, listen to me! Okay?"
　　 The drunkard said, "You are also the wrongdoer... Why do you protect her like this?"
　　 "I am a criminal, but I am in love with her." said the magician.
　　 "Hmm..." The wheat-colored beauty hid her face and wept.
　　 drunkard said in air: "She is just a bitch, if you protect her, you will eventually kill you."
　　 "I would like to believe you, brother, I wanted to live with you, but if you want to protect her like this, I can only treat you as a prisoner."
　　 The magician let go, feeling depressed.
　　 The wheat-colored beauty seemed to have given up hope. She hugged the magician from behind: "Kiss me."
　　 The drunk is struck by lightning, what the hell?
　　 Then he heard the sound of rustling undressing, and the woman seemed to want to make out with the magician at the end.
　　 The two of them walked into the next cell like this, and then the sound of strenuous exercise soon sounded from the bed.
　　 The drunk walked away cursing in the corridor.
　　 Just then, the announcement sounded and a vote was cast on the 3rd.
　　 The drunkard stopped and suddenly thought of something: "The magician took off his clothes. Is his number plate in his clothes? I remember it was lost in the hallway!"
　　 He immediately turned back and fumbled on the ground. Sure enough, in the fierce and affectionate voice of the cell, the drunk touched the magician's suit, and there was a number card in his pocket.
　　 "nice! So I have two votes!"
The drunk was pleasantly surprised, and the closeness of the two listeners could not help but sneered: "I thought you were very smart at first, but it seems that you are just an emotional guy. I accept your number. This woman will kill you. , I will help you solve her."
　　 He took the magician's number plate and immediately went to vote.
　　 At this time the number of votes was rising, and the wheat-colored beauty cried: "You also go to vote, stay away from me, don't get tired of the bomb on my neck..."
　　 "I'm sorry." The magician sighed.
　　 The drunkard heard that he had walked out of the cell, and obviously the increasing number of votes did not give them time to stay warm.
　　 The wheat-colored beauty said: "You must live."
　　 "It will...Huh? Where's my brand?" The magician said suddenly.
　　 The drunk sneered and opened the door and walked into the reporting room.
　　 He looked at the number 12 on the voting machine, and resolutely took the two numbers off and pressed it on the number 3.
　　The drunkard said silently in his heart: "Wake up! This is a game of death! The guy who is confused by the hue, don't blame me for holding your brand."
　　 As everyone knows, at the same time, the wheat-colored beauty, holding a number plate, voted for number three in the reporting room downstairs.
　　 Broadcast three consecutive votes! Execution on the 3rd with 9 votes!
　　 "Boom!"
　　 The collar on the neck of the drunk exploded!
　　 Loud noise and flames attracted everyone, and the blue building looked over from the railing, but because it was too dark, I only knew that someone had died, but I didn't know who it was.
　　 At the red building, Alan and the gangster ran over following the explosion. In the darkness, Alan said, "Who is dead?"
　　 The said: "I can't see clearly, it feels to the touch."
　　 "Who else is there!" Alan asked.
　　 The magician came over and said, "I am."
　　 Then the wheat-colored beauty excitedly said, "I...I am too!"
　　 "Are you still alive? Huh?" The gangster asked in surprise. He didn't expect the dead person to be a drunkard.
　　 Alan said in a low voice, "That's it, you can change the number."
　　 "Change the number?" The little was surprised.
　　 But think about it, it is indeed possible! Because voting is numbered, everyone has to hold the number plate to vote.
　　 However, who is what number, although it has been decided after the end of the first round, it is their own decision.
　　 From the very beginning, while having a buffet at the casino, the manager said: You choose the number yourself.
The gangster cursed and said: "The number is not fixed. I didn't have a number at first. All five numbers were in the hands of the flat-headed man. Then I picked up five and divided them into three. There were two left, and it became one of me. Number two."
　　 "You thought of it so long ago! So insidious, you gave number three to that drunk to save this woman!"
　　 The magician said in a low voice: "It's not like that, he stole this number himself."
　　 The wheat-colored beauty defended: "Don't talk nonsense, it was I who pulled him to make out just now, and took off his clothes on the ground, so that the drunk had a chance."
　　 The little sneered and said: "Tsk tsk... it's even more insidious. You are afraid that if you give it to him directly, he will doubt your purpose and then think of your conspiracy."
　　 "So you deliberately gave him a chance to steal your number. In fact, you had already exchanged your number with this woman."
"So, even if the drunk imagined the possibility of changing the number, in the dark, he would mistakenly think that he was holding your number four instead of this woman's number three! As a result, he voted for himself and died unclearly! "
　　 The magician sighed: "Oh, whatever you want to say, anyway he stole the number himself. He died in his greed."
　　 "The number three was executed, and it was him who died. This also means that the number can indeed be transferred to the host. Whether it is picked up or exchanged actively."
　　 "So... the four of us can work together."
　　 The little said: "What cooperation?"
　　 "I seemed to hear you just now... His body was to the touch?" said the magician.
　　 The was silent.
　　 The magician said: "That is to say, you just took away the three number plates from the body! Plus your original two, you can now cast five votes alone."
　　 The little was furious. He was angry that the magician had made a mistake. He only touched two number cards just now! But the magician said he picked up three of them?
　　 "Nonsense..." The gangster cursed, but hesitated.
　　Because everyone agreed at the start, no one is allowed to take away other people's number plates, no matter what form! Otherwise, everyone will strike together!
　　 This rule was established by himself!
　　 "Slot..." The gangster realized that the magician did not foul, because it was a drunk who stole it, and the drunk who fouled it.
　　 But he just touched two signs from the corpse, and admitted at the moment, it was a handle!
　　 In the future, the magician can use this to him at any time!
　　 "I... the grass mud horse, I didn't take it!" The little is stupid. He has four brands but five brands are framed, and he doesn't dare to admit it.
　　 Whether it is four brands or five brands, he will be the target of public criticism.
　　 The magician said, "Didn't you take it? Let's find that hunk!"
　　 Alan smiled and said: "Okay. UU reading www.uukanshu.com"
　　 The two groped for a while, but they didn't find the sign on the drunk's body, and they all touched the ground, no.
"Boy, did you forget that I didn't raise my hand before? You take it and admit it, I won't do it anyway, you have a few brands, it doesn't matter to me. So, how about giving you my brand?" Alan smiled , Suddenly threw his own brand into the hands of the gangster.
　　 The instinctively caught it, and then he was surprised.
　　 "Huh?" He realized that if the person who voted to kill was the holder of the brand, then it would be best if there is no brand!
　　 If there is no brand, there is no serial number. No matter which one of 1-12 is killed by others, it is useless!
　　 This is equivalent to directly withdrawing from the most cruel "voting to kill" project. People without a brand can neither vote nor be voted for by others!
　　 stand in an invincible place!
　　 "Fake! You two!" The gangster reacted and let out a cold sweat.
　　 Now he has five brands, which is equivalent to five votes. It sounds awesome, but in fact, the probability of being surrendered is nearly half!
　　 The so-called number plate has become a hot potato in this round!
　　 This is actually not a game of simply voting to kill people!
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