Ming Ke: When the villain accidentally mixes into the protagonist group

"The winners of this round of the preview are Miss White Tiger and Mr. Gray Wolf."

"What?!" The baboon's eyes widened instantly, his face full of disbelief.

Bearded Lili's eyes suddenly turned cold, a hint of coldness flashed in her eyes, and she asked coldly: "You didn't have any contact with him?"

The baboon panicked and explained hastily: "Lady Lily, I really have come into contact with him, and I have also come into contact with the Siamese cat. But... but how could he be a human?" Beads of sweat slid down his cheeks and fell to the ground.

At this moment, a flash of lightning cut through the sky like a sharp blade, and the blazing white light suddenly shot in through the window, illuminating the room as if it were daytime.

Under the dazzling light, Mingyue squinted slightly.

"Bearded Lili frowned slightly, not because he doubted the loyalty of the big-backed baboon. After all, under the strict management system of the organization, betrayal is equivalent to death. At this moment, he was thinking about this game: he had obviously contacted many people, so why did he fail to win in the end? What went wrong?

The frog leader in a black robe turned his gaze towards the host and asked, "Can you announce everyone's scores?"

"Of course." The host's mouth curled up slightly, and his voice was full of joy. "Ms. White Tiger and Mr. Gray Wolf both got 6 points and tied for first place."

The gamblers watching the scene all showed surprised expressions. One of them couldn't help but say, "Only 6 points? This is not right. They have contacted more than six people. How can there be only this many points?"

Someone sneered: "You are stupid, there is only a difference when humans come into contact with each other, there is no difference when humans come into contact with zombies."

"Yes!" Someone nodded slightly to show his agreement.

"But if you come into contact with zombies, won't you become a zombie?"

"Drink the antidote."

"Oh, so they have all come into contact with zombies, but now they are all human."

The gamblers thought this analysis made sense and nodded in agreement.

The host continued, "Next, Miss Elk gets 4 points."

"I'm sorry, Miss, I shouldn't have acted on my own..." The Elk Housekeeper's voice was full of self-blame. She looked at the gray wolf and thought: Sure enough, he was a human at that time. If I hadn't stopped the Miss, she should have gotten 4 points.

"Yeah, you shouldn't have stopped us. We might have gotten an extra point, and we'd be at the bottom of the list." The tall parrot girl rolled her eyes. "Fortunately, this is just a rehearsal match, not a formal game."

Mafia Karen, the underworld princess, waved her hand, fixed her empty eyes on the gray wolf in the distance, and said calmly, "It's okay, I know you mean well."

"I wonder how many points we'll score." The raccoon man felt vaguely uneasy.

The host, Quail Head, continued to read out the scores: "Ms. Lion, Ms. Parrot, and Mr. Raccoon tied for last place, with 3 points."

The Elk Housekeeper was stunned and whispered softly: "Are there no participants with 1 point and 2 points?" However, her murmur was soon drowned out by the noisy discussions around her.

"No way, no way. It's only been three rounds and there are only six humans left."

A gambler chuckled and said, "The official game has five rounds, and each round takes an hour. There will be a lot of people to come into contact with in an hour."

The middle-aged gambler nodded slightly. "It's better to have a longer time. If it's too short, we won't be able to figure out who is a zombie and who is a human."

"You speak as if you have figured out who the original zombie is." A short and fat female gambler glanced at the middle-aged gambler with disdain, sneered, and said, "You didn't bet right again, how much did you lose? You didn't even lose your life, did you?"

"I made a wrong analysis because I had too little time. If I were given enough time, I would definitely be able to deduce who the original zombie is." The middle-aged gambler said stubbornly and obstinately, "When the real game starts, you watch me, I will definitely not make a wrong deduction again."

"Hehehe, a long time is good. Like in the last round, maybe the white tiger will come into contact with the brown bear. In that case, the only winner will be the gray wolf." The short man wearing a mantis mask let out bursts of strange laughter.

Miss Sika Deer glanced at the short man beside her, rolled her eyes, and asked, "What do you think the two winners will choose?"

The woman in the armadillo mask said excitedly, "Choose zombies, what else do you need to consider?"

Some gamblers nodded frequently and agreed, "If it's a primitive zombie, it will definitely not be eliminated. Maybe it can even convert all humans into zombies and win the final victory."

"Yeah, if we choose the original zombies, there's no way humans can win this game."

Miss Sika Deer tilted her head slightly, looked at the participants with letter name tags, and asked softly, "Who was the original zombie in the rehearsal? Why didn't they turn everyone into zombies?"

The woman in the armadillo mask blinked and looked at Miss Sika Deer. "You ask me, how do I know? As for why they didn't turn into zombies, it's because the mafia members don't want to contact outsiders, so their scores are low and they're not zombies."

"There's more than one way to become a zombie. You can become a zombie without any contact." Miss Sika Deer said as she grabbed a handful of melon seeds. "No matter who the original zombies in the preview were, they must be good at disguise."

"I don't think it's that complicated. I think the Mafia just simply don't want to become zombies." The woman in the armadillo mask analyzed seriously, "They probably think that the others will definitely become zombies, so as long as they maintain their human identity, the final victory will definitely belong to them. As for whether the original zombies are good at disguise, I can't say."

“If they are not good at disguise, how could they turn so many people into zombies?” Miss Sika Deer spat out the melon seed shells, chuckled, and continued, “If you ask me, the worst off in this rehearsal match are the mafia members.”

"Hmm?" The armadillo-masked woman tilted her head, a puzzled look on her face.

"Don't you understand yet?" Miss Sika Deer sighed, looking disappointed, and analyzed seriously, "Although they have retained their human identity, their points are at the bottom. If this was not a rehearsal but a formal game, they would have been eliminated right now."

The woman in the armadillo mask nodded, revealing a look of sudden enlightenment. "Yeah, it's better for them to become zombies. What's the point of keeping their human identity? I can just contact them casually. In the end, either I get a high score or I become a zombie. It's better than what they are now."

Suddenly, several huge waves hit and the cruise ship shook a few times.

Everyone was in a panic, and the originally heated discussions were instantly replaced by worries and exclamations.

Mingyue looked out the window. Ink-black clouds were rolling in the sky. The pouring rain seemed to block this space. The huge waves were like giant arms, shaking the cruise ship.

Someone sighed: "This rain is really heavy."

Soon someone echoed: "Who said it wasn't? It's been raining for a long time."

Miss Sika Deer frowned slightly, looked at the inky sky outside the window, and whispered softly: "It should be early afternoon now."

"That should be the case. After all, one round of the rehearsal lasts thirty minutes, and three rounds only take about an hour and a half."

"But it's dark now."

"It's raining, and the clouds are so thick that we can't see the sun. When the cruise ship passes through the storm area, we might even see a rainbow." The woman in the armadillo mask said excitedly, "I've never seen a rainbow at sea."

Bourbon looked at the host and said in a deep voice, "How will the identities be drawn in the official game? Won't it still be in alphabetical order from Z to A? Isn't that unfair?"

"That's not the case." The host's voice was mixed with a hint of excitement...

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Next chapter preview: What roles will the gray wolf Scotland and the white tiger Dudao Tongzi choose? The five-round official game is about to begin, who will be eliminated?