Absurd Deduction Game Chapter 395

Chapter 395 It will hurt more next time

In the villa of the Survival Investigation Team, Lu Xiaorong suddenly slapped the table, causing many melon seed shells on the table to fly out.

It was rare that the team members did not scold him for this. They were also a little surprised and looked at Zhao Mou who was pushed out of the screen and disappeared from the camera of the data room.

“It's a hungry ghost!” Lu Xiaorong stood up excitedly, “It's a hungry ghost!”

Yanming patted him and said, "Sit down, let's calm down."

Lu Xiaorong turned his head, with a hint of shock and ecstasy on his face: "It's a hungry ghost!"

"Are you repeating the machine? We all have eyes!" Qiu Ziyan covered her face, as if she didn't want to see this meat dumpling trembling until the fat began to ripple, "You **** sit down! Meditate!"

The female voice full of disgust seemed to carry an irresistible majesty. Before Lu Xiaorong could react, he had already sat down subconsciously.

Only then did Yan Li retract his gaze from the screen and said, "It's half a bird. It has only a head and no body. You can see clearly."

Fatty Lu really calmed down now: "Oh..."

See clearly.

Calm down.

"They are just hungry ghosts included in the sacrifices. They have no entity or body. They use the dissipation of the spirit power as the consequence of devouring them." Yanming's sacrifice book flipped through again and stopped at the page of Zhao Mou, " It is completely different from you, but if you are interested, we can invite Zhao Mou over to ask about it after the Hospital of Fear."

Fatty Lu thought for a while: "Okay."

Yan understood him: "I'm afraid you will still be disappointed. Tsk... This is the first time that Zhao Mou took out this sacrifice. It seems to be a new one recently. So which column of the original sacrifice does it replace? Where is the seat..."

Yanming went away to tinker with his book.

Yan Li looked at Lu Xiaorong's fat body and the table with only melon seeds in front of Lu Xiaorong, his eyes darkened.

It seems that we really need to chat with Zhao Mou. Lu Xiaorong's situation makes me feel very distressed as the captain.

Few people remember that the name of Lu Xiaorong's persona is called "Hungry Ghost".

Hungry ghosts, one of the hundreds of traditional Chinese ghosts, are those who turn into hungry ghosts after death due to certain sins. They are hungry all day long, but their throats are like needlepoints and it is difficult to eat.

Such a ghost is always hungry but unable to eat. The body is as skinny as a stick, especially the neck, which is so thin that it can be wrapped around with one hand.

As for Lu Xiaorong...he is much better than a hungry ghost. At least he can eat, even if he can only eat a little.

The side effect is that if he eats a little bit, he will gain weight. A meal that is almost enough for a normal person would make him gain at least a dozen pounds.

You will also feel burning in your stomach, which is very painful.

Yan Li has always wanted to find a way to make Lu Xiaorong less painful, because after all, this is just a side effect of the persona, not the cause of Lu Xiaorong's physical condition, so there is still room for change.

Just trying to find a way, it's too difficult.

The wheelchair was driving a long way. After Zhao Mou was pushed away, he knew that Yu Xing didn't need him. He held the cane and let the hungry ghost scream, which made people's minds shake.

The wheelchair continued to move forward, and the shadow of the hungry ghost shrouded it, quickly disappearing into the darkness.

“Oh, the person you want to kill has escaped, hurry up and chase him.” Yu Xing blocked the door and reminded Han Yan with good intentions.

“Can you please give in?” Han Yan asked, moving the muzzle of the gun in his hand to Yu Xing's forehead.

"I'm sorry, I've been in a good mood recently. I've gained weight and I can't let go." Yu Xing was very distressed.

"…ha."

"What's the point of doing this?" Han Yan seemed a little puzzled and a little sarcastic, "Do you think that if you don't let me find him, I can't kill him?"

In the darkness, some kind of hidden existence was swimming in the shadows, chasing after the sound of the wheelchair.

"And—" Han Yan saw Yu Xing distractedly paying attention to the direction Zhao Mou was leaving, and smiled happily, "Someone has to be killed, right? If no one dies, how can you identify me."

“Don't you...don't want me to be out?”

“Think about it, isn't there still Safuri?” Yu Xing said innocently, looking really kind-hearted, “Just go and kill Safuri, I promise not to stop you.”

Safuli felt cold all over as soon as she stepped into the garden area and planned to help dig the soil.

The barrage was wildly on fire.

[Safuri is so pitiful, she is a fallen person. If she can survive to see the replay video, Yu is probably in bad luck]

[That depends on Yu Xing's true strength. Besides, if Safuri can really survive, I'm afraid the Midnight Guild won't let her be enemies with Yu Xing, Qu Nianqing and the others for a short time]

　　[Yeah, it's hard to stand on the same ground and cooperate, let's at least have a truce for a month]

[The late-night guild hasn't been like this for a few days]

This is the line of depravity provoking.

[Go and check it out, several guilds have posted statements]

[Laughing to death, it is obviously a declaration of war post]

[Hey guys, the institute has released a list of more than a dozen hidden members of the Single Prism. I went there and saw the star deduction of the righteous line that I really like]

[The Zhao family also sent a few]

　　[Go and see quickly]

Suddenly, several forces affected by the horrific incident at the hospital seemed to have made plans and started a unified counterattack.

They can't interfere with the plot in the deduction, and they can't turn the outside world upside down?

Suddenly, several members of Single Prism who had hidden their identities were revealed, and more forces were involved.

Some of the audience went to watch the excitement, but most of them still stayed with the live broadcast. They could watch the excitement whenever they wanted, but now Han Yan and Yu Xing were facing each other alone!

This is Yu Xingtou Zhente, who not only chooses to confront the Despair Level, but also continues to provoke the guild late at night. Is this emotional intelligence?

Is it really not fatal to reverse the operation?

"Safuli..." Han Yan seemed to have a particularly good temper and accepted Yu Xing's suggestion, and then asked, "What about you?"

Yu Xing was puzzled: "Me?" "Who are you going to kill to complete the mission?" Han Yan guessed that Yu Xing did not reveal the identity of the perpetrator to everyone, so the rest, except for the main body of the strategy, Ren Yi, is Yu Xing's Now that he is one of his own, how will he choose?

Tsk, even if you want to blow up your identity and get voted out in the next round, you still have to kill someone first to ensure that the alarm is sounded in the next round, right? Who can he attack like this?

"How about I make a deal with you?" Han Yan's voice was filled with subtle temptation, "You let me kill one of your people, and Safuli will be left to you, so that you won't kill your friends. Yes, how good is it?”

[So Yu Xing is another perpetrator? ]

[I thought I was right to vote for the Kraken]

[Siren, the most innocent woman in this game]

"Then you hinted to them that I betrayed my teammates and personally gave one of them to you to kill?" Yu Xing had seen through this trick a long time ago, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, "This way, I can help you in the future. The seeds of discord in the evening game were planted, right?"

"What a pity. I don't plan to give you this opportunity. It would be better for me to kill them with my own hands than to let them be killed by you." Yu Xing took a step forward, pressed his forehead against Han Yan's gun, and took it out as if nothing had happened. I caught the Qing dream and drew it with a dagger.

Han Yan's forehead jumped. The opponent was not afraid of firearms. It was obvious that he was relying on something. He probably had some rules to resist thermal weapons and rolled the sacrifices. Ah, it could also be to resist fatal attacks.

He took a step back to avoid the dagger, and then shot Yu Xing in the leg. Yu Xing did not dodge, and a **** flower bloomed on his calf.

But he underestimated Yu Xing's speed. At the same time as the bullet hit, the dagger turned upside down in Yu Xing's hand, swiped across Han Yan's chest at another angle, and cut open the doctor's uniform.

A bright red **** mouth appeared on the muscles of Han Yan's chest. It looked like the wound was not shallow, but at least the amount of blood was impressive. His purpose of letting others know that Yu Xing had provoked the Despair level had been achieved.

“Hiss, it hurts so much.” When Yu Xing stabbed the person, the pain from the bullet wound officially spread through the nerves. He fell back as if he was unsteady, and sat on the ground without any image at all.

His legs were bent up due to pain. One hand was placed on the ground to maintain balance, and the other trembling hand covered his calf. He also carefully separated the pants and the scar to prevent them from sticking together later.

Han Yan looked down at Yu Xing, the diving player, and made silent calculations in his heart.

If Yu Xing's purpose was to use Zhao Mou to lure him out and then prevent him from killing Zhao Mou, then this goal could no longer be achieved because the ghost he controlled had quietly approached the wheelchair that was constantly moving away.

Who told Zhao Mou that his legs were disabled? The sound of the wheelchair rubbing against the ground was as noticeable as the bells in the quiet hospital.

Yu Xing obviously noticed the ghost leaving, so why was he still wasting time here?

He is not killing Yu Xing now simply because the rules are still in effect. He and Yu Xing are both perpetrators and cannot kill each other, but he is not in a hurry. Yu Xing will die eventually.

So what is Yu Xing thinking about now? What does he want to show in front of the audience, or does he have other plans...

While thinking, he shifted the muzzle of the gun, this time aiming at Yu Xing's other leg.

"If you want to act weak and innocent here, I don't mind helping you." Han Yan was very friendly, but he looked at Yu Xing's movements and threatened in a dark way, "Look... why are all the limbs broken? How about I press some more ball joints and let you experience the life of a doll?"

"Well, probably no need." Yu Xing's pants were stained with blood. He was sitting on the ground. Due to the angle, his slightly longer bangs covered most of his face. It was difficult for both Han Yan and the audience to see him. Of all the expressions, only the tip of the nose and... the smiling lips can be seen.

Two seconds later, he suddenly changed his words: "Or you can try it? Is it your ability to transform people into dolls? I really want to see it."

Yu Xing sincerely invited Han Yan to experience this kind of thing, but Han Yan was not very happy.

He was not very interested in Yu Xing who could not die in his hands in this round. In other words, he could see that Yu Xing was not the kind of person who would be afraid of physical torture. Instead of wasting time here To hurt Yu Xing, it is better to kill his companions in front of Yu Xing, so that he can see his own incompetence and have a clear understanding of his own strength. This is called torture.

Han Yan knelt down and his eyes darkened in a rare way. He stared into Yu Xing's eyes and finally smiled: "Smarty... old antique. Do you think this false and clumsy performance can change anything? No, you can't change anything. .Zhao Mou...has been caught by me."

Yu Xing raised his head, his eyes bright, and chuckled: "Really?"

“Gululu…”

The wheelchair hit an iron bed placed in the corridor, making an inevitable sound. The hungry ghost shrouded in the wheelchair continued to push forward cautiously and clumsily.

Her long hair flowed around, and some of it was lost in the darkness, swallowed up by the surrounding black.

The next moment, those few locks of hair were suddenly grabbed by something. The irresistible force made the hungry ghost scream, and with a tooth-piercing friction, the wheelchair was forced to a stop.

The hungry ghost is almost thinking, why is this wheelchair so low-level that it still needs to be pushed before it can move? If it were more automated, wouldn't the owner be able to move the handle forward by himself?

Those ghosts swimming in the darkness did not give her a chance to think about this. The darkness swarmed up and instantly surrounded the hungry ghosts. They were wrapped around the faces of the hungry ghosts like a layer of black mucous membrane, and some of them were eaten by the hungry ghosts. The ghost ate it, making the hungry ghost's color darker and more transparent, and the remaining parts attacked the hungry ghost wantonly. In less than ten seconds, the hungry ghost was mashed to pieces and disappeared in this dimension.

The black shadows excitedly swarmed over the man sitting in the wheelchair, only to find that the man had no breath of life.

Then they looked carefully and saw that the thing on the wheelchair was obviously a dummy made of straw!

　　At the moment he was discovered, the straw man changed from life-size to palm-sized, and quietly remained on the wheelchair seat, being torn to pieces by the angry shadows.

At the same time, Han Yan received the news from the shadows and raised his eyebrows.

This Zhao Mou actually played a trick to escape from the golden cicada without even realizing it. I don't know where he started to leave the wheelchair, allowing his ghost to chase him for so long in vain.

If you want to look back now, I'm afraid Zhao Mou has already run away by other means.

"Only once." Han Yan raised a finger at Yu Xing, "The person I want to kill has only one chance to escape. Zhao Mou's chance has been used up."

"You only have one chance to kill him, and now you have no chance." Yu Xing smiled back, which could offend people no matter how he looked at it.

Han Yan did not retract his finger, but instead touched the wound where Yu Xing was hit by the gun. On the surface, he just touched it lightly. In fact, only Yu Xing probably knew that he was so hard that he almost touched it. The wound pokes an extra hole.

"Hiss." Yu Xing's legs cramped uncontrollably, and he stepped back, just out of the camera range of the data room.

"Does it hurt? It just hurts." Han Yan didn't care whether he was exposed to the camera or not. He smiled, "It will hurt even more next time."

(End of this chapter)

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