First Player Chapter 118

Chapter 118 Chapter One Hundred and Sixteen · "The Warmth of Fluffy"

Mizushima Kawasora saw that his fingernails were starting to grow, the back of his hand was growing with fine fluff, the door of the room had been opened, and the moonlight had poured in tonight, as if to welcome her out.

She followed the prompts to a larger room, where red candles were burning on the stand, making a "cluster" sound.

Inside , her werewolf teammates have gathered.

Here is the discussion place for players of their werewolf camp before the action.

"...He didn't come?" One person said.

"It doesn't matter, you don't need to ask that guy's opinion."

"Why don't you start during the day?"

"This town is not that simple. I don't think it's just a battle of factions. I'm worried that if we can't unlock the secrets in the town, we may be completely wiped out."

"So do you want to keep someone to decrypt it?"

"I don't feel comfortable putting possibilities in the hands of strangers."

"…Humph."

"Are you even a knife tonight?"

"With a knife, I'm worried that it's his avatar who was killed again."

"The victory of this game has long been in our hands. With the betrayal of that good man, the number of good people cannot be greater than ours. The night attack is not important in a strategic sense. It is important to kill Su Mingan - this is not just A pure werewolf killing game."

"That...I think I'm trying to kill others, a lot of priesthood is on the bright side..."

"No, you don't understand, identity and faction are not important in this game, the important thing is that he has to give up the first position..."

"The Storm Section asked you to do this? Are you not afraid of spreading the word about him by targeting him like this?"

"Humanity has never been short of heroes, not one of them. He was just a student in the past. He must be tricky when he gets to this point. When he is on the court, we might really be overturned. Didn't the forum say - 'Su Ming'an is a person who is good at creating miracles'."

"Don't say these are useless, continue the knife tonight, it doesn't matter if you don't die, anyway, we are almost in control of the field."

"I don't know if it's luck or disaster to get a teammate like you."

"Stop talking nonsense, prepare to attack, I guess he is already prepared."

The night was silent.

There was no light on the road, only the howls of wolves resounded in the deadly town.

Mizushima Kawakura and his teammates walked on the road and landed silently, only the house with "No. 1" inscribed in their eyes.

Their figures were shrouded in a thick black fog, which was impenetrable to ensure that the attackers could not see their appearance. Their voices were also faked and completely different from before.

—Now it's Werewolf Knifeman.

The victim can counterattack, but generally speaking, it is of little use. The space in the house is small, the victim cannot leave the house, and facing so many werewolf players at the same time, there is almost no resistance.

In fact, it is.

On the first night before , they attacked with ease.

"I'll restrain him first." Mizushima Chuankong said softly: "Then you guys go in again, he can't leave the room, it's easy to deal with."

"Okay, I'm in charge of restricting his movements." The teammates should agree.

Facing this quiet door, a long black knife appeared in Mizushima Chuan Kong's hand. She used the handle of the knife to push against the wooden door. With a flash of red light, the door lock disappeared instantly, and she could easily enter.

"Squeak-"

Her attention was extremely concentrated for a moment. Although she had already had a successful experience, she did not think that the other party was someone who closed her eyes and waited for death. The other party is very cunning. Seeing how leisurely he looks for clues during the day, he must be well prepared... Tonight's attack must be extremely difficult, and it may be possible to use all the back moves to succeed.

The door squeaked softly, her figure flashed in, and the spiritual light wave spread out in an instant, completely covering the entire room, ensuring that the mental interference always existed, and the next moment, her black knife was straight towards the bed. Go!

"Shu" the black knife plunged straight into the bed, Mizushima Kawakura's body shook, and the bed that had been pierced collapsed.

"...Not on the bed." It was pitch black in front of her eyes, and Mizushima Chuankong's eyes flashed red. Because of her werewolf status, she had a little night vision ability, but she didn't see anyone in the room.

The layout of the entire room is extremely simple, which is also related to its small area. In addition to the mahogany table with the extinguished candle holder, there is only one stool, a wooden bed, and a very obvious sliding door cabinet.

Not on the bed, not at the bottom of the bed, and under the table, so Mizushima Kawasora even looked up, just in case the guy was hiding on the beam, but he didn't see anyone.

Then, the only place to hide is…

"Pfft." Someone chuckled softly: "If you are not where you can see it, where else can you be? Su Ming'an, you hid in the most stupid place."

"Enclose the cabinet." Another person said, and seemed to draw his weapon as well, pointing directly at the cabinet door.

"..." Mizushima Kawasora held up the black knife, she was ready to go like a cheetah, and it seemed that she might strike a thunderbolt at any time.

In the dark night, it was extremely quiet, so quiet that only the slight breathing of a few people was heard.

"Hiding on the bed, or standing in front of the door waiting... There is still a little chance of turning over." The teammate said with a smile: "Hiding in the cabinet? I really don't know what you think, is this giving up?"

"Don't talk so fast, in case he's not in the closet, the whole audience will look at you embarrassed." Another teammate reminded in a low voice.

"—! It seems, it's a problem." The teammate was a little annoyed and found this problem - would that guy really choose to hide in the cabinet? Isn't it... too stupid.

The teammates seemed to want to rush to verify whether they had been embarrassed by the empty cabinet just now, and hurriedly pointed with one hand, and the cabinet door opened instantly.

"Good night."

They heard a very familiar voice.

Then they saw the man actually sitting in the cupboard, smiling at them.

"...You guys didn't sleep either." Su Mingan hugged the quilt and waved: "Tonight I checked Aini, and the leader, Anliana, told me that he was actually a good person... It's a pity."

One person laughed: "It's actually inside... But, Su Ming'an, do you really think of yourself as a prophet?"

"Isn't it? I think the inspection I reported is still very real, right?" Su Ming'an spread his hands: "I thought it would be safe tonight... You see, a prophet who is not trusted by everyone, just casually during the day. You can be slandered and exiled... But I made eye contact with Lu Shu so obvious in the morning, just to let you guys know that he is a witch... In the end, instead of slaying a witch, I still want to stab me, I am really sad."

The person in front of him seemed to say this without any defense, but Mizushima Kawasora's vigilance did not relax for a moment.

She knew that the person in front of her was never someone who gave up on herself, and words like giving up had nothing to do with him - this was a guy who could use all the available elements around him to let himself go. If he's sitting in the cupboard now, looking like a good deal... then she might have overlooked something.

Why is he sitting in the cabinet, in a conversational gesture…

correct.

Mizushima Chuankong understood: "Su Ming'an, do you want to negotiate with us?"

He is deliberately lowering his position, showing his weakness without any cover, he is so courageous... He is almost betting his life with them, betting that they will not do it the first time they see him.

However, it was precisely because Su Ming'an was in the closet now, with no way out, that they could talk to him so relaxedly. If he had been on the bed from the beginning, the two sides might have already fought.

… He's a terrible guy who can even take advantage of his own situation.

"Yeah, negotiation." Su Ming'an leaned on the counter without even a weapon in his hand, looking extremely relaxed: "The prophet and the werewolf camp... a negotiation."

There was a slight laugh, but the laughter was quickly suppressed.

"What do you want to say?" Mizushima Kawasora asked him.

"Now, turn around and turn right." Su Mingan pointed to the door: "Did you see the [four] on the house outside? Go to that house and kill him, that's a real witch, the poison is useless, no Take the chance?"

"You are so cruel to your Light Chaser," said one person.

"No way, think about the prophet is still much more important than the witch... Although I am a prophet who is not trusted by anyone, and I am a prophet who does not trust me every day, but it is too miserable that even the players of the werewolf camp don't believe me... "Su Mingan said with a smile: "What I want to find out is not the identity of the werewolf, but the mystery of this town. Why don't you let me go first, let me decipher it for you, and wait until a few days before you come to me?"

With a "Shuh", Mizushima Chuan took out a knife, and the blade touched his throat.

Her crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and there was a line of werewolf blood-red light in her eyes.

"No need." She said coldly: "Either I or Edward can solve the final answer, you should die."

"Why are you so hostile to me..." Su Mingan sighed slightly: "I remember that my charm should be A, why can't I convince you..."

Mizushima Kawasora noticed a slight error.

The tone of this guy's speech, why is it so...

"Is this still Su Ming'an's avatar?" Someone pointed out the doubts in her heart.

…correct.

Mizushima Chuan Kong's eyes lit up - the tone of this person's speech was too frivolous, not like Su Ming'an at all... His gaze towards him was not so heavy, it was like looking at an ordinary player.

"Be careful with his real body! We don't know if the real body can act at night..." Mizushima Kawasora quickly retracted the divergent thoughts. She was actually aware of the existence of the clone, but she was not sure whether the two could act at the same time at night. .

But if they are attacking back and forth, there may be dangers that they are not aware of.

"Where is your body?" Someone asked him nervously.

"Answer my question first?" It was obvious that the black knife was already pressed against his neck, and another inch would kill him, but Su Ming'an's smile remained the same.

Obviously he was in the most dangerous situation, but he seemed to be in his own home, smiling at the guests who broke in at night:

"—answer me first, werewolves, would you try to cooperate with your dear prophets?"

"Let's kill first." The person on the side couldn't help his too frivolous attitude and turned his head.

"Wait, I don't think it's impossible to cooperate..." A werewolf hesitated.

"You want to cooperate with him?" said the man.

"Did our attitude towards him go too far, I don't think he is selfish..."

"This is not a question of selfishness or selfishness." Mizushima Chuankong said coldly: "We are enemies, there is an absolute conflict of interests, and there is no way out."

The werewolf stopped talking.

"...It seems that the negotiation failed?" Su Mingan leaned against the counter and looked at them.

"Wait a minute, don't kill first." Someone pressed on Mizushima Chuankong's blade: "We finally got this opportunity, we tried to force his main body out, or even kill his clone here. , we can still see this guy tomorrow, it doesn't matter."

Mizushima Kawasora nodded.

In fact, she also thought so, so she never used the knife.

The avatar skill is indeed a bug. If the avatar and the main body are not killed together, the other party will revive the other party... So, it is best to find Su Ming'an's main body and kill them together.

"Mizushimagawa, are you really that cruel?" Su Ming'an's words came from the cabinet.

Mizushima Kawasora was called by his name, and he moved his eyes subconsciously before reacting.

With a "swoosh", her black knife pierced the counter, wiping the opponent's face and passing by.

"...Where is your body?" Mizushima Kawasora stared into his eyes.

"Guess what?" Su Mingan smiled innocently.

"Huh!" The black knife flashed by, but only wiped a space ripple, Mizushima Kawasora quickly turned around and saw Su Mingan who had moved to the mahogany table.

"Edward didn't come?" Su Mingan glanced at him: "So he is really a hunter?"

Mizushima Kawasora slashed again, and at the same time secretly released a mental attack.

But the next moment, before the other werewolves had time to make a move, she felt that her neck was being held up by a sharp object.

…The speed of the other party is astonishingly fast.

"Edward didn't come, what are you proud of?" Su Ming'an's blade pressed against her neck: "I really didn't have any precautions on the first night, so I let you succeed. You won't really think that my first three worlds are white. Take it? You still want to kill me with this combat power?"

"Ah—! He talks a lot! This clone is so annoying!" The werewolf teammates opened their palms, and a strong wind instantly pushed Su Mingan away, saving Mizushima Chuankong in danger.

She raised her head and looked at Su Mingan who was attacking quickly again.

…It's really annoying.

In the past, Su Mingan committed suicide in front of the whole world, so she couldn't forget his eyes all night long... But after coming into contact with such a avatar, she began to be glad that the real Su Mingan looked like that...

At least he won't keep taunting like the avatar in front of him, messing up her calm mind.

She really wanted to cut this clone to death.

She wanted to go a step further, but felt a tremor all over her body. Before the knife was fired, she saw a blue light flashing in his eyes.

(end of this chapter)

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