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

After taking a look, the host Quail Head reached out to ask for the turned card, but the elk housekeeper's eyes seemed to be glued to the card and she didn't come back to her senses for a long time.

"Ms. Elk?" Quailhead called softly. Seeing that she still didn't respond, he raised his voice slightly, "Ms. Elk."

"Here!" The elk housekeeper seemed to wake up from a dream. She looked up at the host and quickly adjusted her expression.

The host, Quail Head, stretched out his hand in front of the Elk Housekeeper and said, "Please remember the information on the card and return it to me."

"I've got it." The elk housekeeper put the card in the host's hand. She took a deep breath. The panic she had just felt was gone. She looked normal now. She was still the capable and decent housekeeper, but her eyes were filled with a thick and insoluble sorrow. She folded her hands on her belly and bowed slightly. "I'm going out."

"Please take care." The host also bowed slightly in return, raised his eyes to look at the receding figure of the elk housekeeper, glanced at the cards in his hand, raised the corners of his lips, and then casually threw the cards into the crusher below.

The intact card was shattered and mixed with the previous debris, and its original appearance could no longer be recognized.

The next person to enter the room was Bourbon. He glanced at Mingyue who was standing next to Hiro, and said to the evil puppeteer beside him: "You are not going to follow me again, are you?"

The evil puppeteer smiled awkwardly and made a gesture of invitation in a very gentlemanly manner.

Bourbon walked slowly into the small room, with 19 cards facing up on the table in front of him.

In room 3, the Elk housekeeper stood beside Mafia Karen with her head bowed, looking like she was worried about something.

Parrot Girl and Raccoon Man looked at each other.

"You won't be still because of your previous wrong decision..."

Mafia Karen raised her hand to stop the parrot girl from saying anything else. She fixed her empty eyes on the elk housekeeper and asked in a low voice, "Did you draw a bad identity?"

The parrot girl was startled at first, then looked around and said in a low voice, "No way, can something with such a low probability happen? You...Okay, I don't blame you for what happened before. It's just a rehearsal competition anyway, and you won't be eliminated even if your score is low."

The elk housekeeper's lips moved a few times, she slowly raised her eyes to look at Mafia Karen, and said in a deep voice: "Miss, I'm afraid we need to adjust our plan."

Mafia Karen frowned and clenched the cane in his hand.

The parrot girl opened her mouth and wanted to say something, but quickly closed it. She frowned slightly and pursed her mouth into a straight line.

The raccoon man held his chin with one hand and thought for a moment before saying, "I don't think this is a bad thing. Although the selection is narrow, we can definitely replicate the previous rehearsal games. Maybe someone will beg us in the end."

"I care more about what identities those two people will choose." Mafia Karen raised his head slightly, and the white light of lightning outside the window shone on the golden lion mask.

"I'm worried they haven't chosen..."

The deafening thunder drowned out the voices.

The heavy rain poured down, and the surging waves rolled wildly. The rain and waves connected the sea and the sky together, blurring the vision.

After changing into a low-key dark outfit, Kiriko Busujima quickly returned to Room 3. Before she could even catch her breath, she looked around and found that the card drawing phase had not yet ended, so she breathed a sigh of relief.

She quickly hid in the crowd and stole a glance at the brown bear sitting on the soft chair. She was secretly delighted because she thought there was no way she would be eliminated in this round. After all, she had basically come into contact with the owners of the other letter brand names once, and knew who they were from the conversations.

Although she is the only Mud Participant left in the game, there are not many members from other organizations, and there are even some who fight alone, like the brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer, so it is impossible for humans to get a unified score.

The corners of Baihu Dudao Tongzi's mouth curled up slightly.

The members of the Mud Council gradually gathered around her, reporting to her in a low voice what had happened before, and apologizing for not stepping forward to stop the brown bear.

"Heh." White Tiger Poison Island Kiriko sneered and said nothing more. Her eyes were fixed on those who drew cards, looking for prey to be infected.

As the raccoon man walked out of the small room, the card drawing session of the official game called [Infection] ended. Just like before, a small cart was pushed over by the bunny girl. On it were still 22 small glass bottles, which were no different from the previous bottles, but this time the liquid inside seemed to be a little darker than the color of the preview game.

Mingyue narrowed her eyes slightly and thought: This is a new recipe, I guess it will taste better than before. It's a pity that the original small bottle was broken. Not only did I not see if he had tattoos, but I also lost a prop. Mingyue lowered her eyes slightly and picked up a small bottle filled with orange-red liquid. Suddenly, the host's voice rang in her ears.

"Miss Gray Rabbit, if you're hungry, there's juice at the bar." Quail Head bent down and reminded softly.

"This color seems to be different from the previous one." Mingyue held the small bottle in front of her eyes with a curious look.

Quailhead smiled with curved eyebrows and explained softly, "In order to avoid confusion with the previous antidote and to prevent someone from forging the antidote, the ratio has been readjusted this time."

The participants who received the antidote were stunned. Some of them looked at the small bottle in their hands, wondering if someone had forged the antidote during the rehearsal?

Bearded Lily glanced around with disdain and sneered.

Bourbon and Scotland exchanged a quick look, then looked at the newly acquired antidote calmly.

The members of the Apocalypse Cult, who had originally thought that the antidote would be the same both times, panicked and their faces turned pale. They had originally planned to use the two bottles of antidote left over from the rehearsal round in the official game, but they never expected that the organizer would be so cunning and plug the loophole in one fell swoop. The antidote from the rehearsal round, which they had originally thought would play a key role, now instantly became worthless waste water!

The Elk Housekeeper didn't pay attention to the antidote in her hand. Instead, she observed the people around her, trying to find some clues from their expressions and actions.

Mafia Karen put the antidote bottle in front of her eyes, and the shape of the bottle was reflected in her empty eyes, but these eyes seemed to be out of function. She put the antidote in her pocket, turned her head and aimed her empty eyes at the gray rabbit.

"That's really thoughtful." Mingyue looked at the host with a smile, "If someone forged the antidote, how can we tell whether what we drink is real or fake? After all, this is just a mixed juice, just a prop, and it has no real effect."

The crowd of onlookers erupted into heated discussions.

"Yes! We can prepare an antidote!"

"If we mix the juices a little, maybe we can make it," a gambler said excitedly.

A middle-aged gambler stroked his beard and grinned, "I'm a bartender. Just let me taste it and I can analyze its ingredients. Then I can try to mix it and I will definitely find the right recipe."

Miss Sika Deer leaned on the bar, looking at the small bottles in the hands of the participants. "The official game will take a long time, maybe someone can really mix it up."

"Hehehe, if we find the same formula, then we will have an inexhaustible supply of antidote." The short mantis man's eyes were shining with excitement.

Bearded Lili listened to the noisy discussions in the distance, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a disdainful smile, as if he sneered at the actions of the gamblers around him. After all, he knew very well that this antidote was not so easy to imitate after drinking two bottles of antidote.

The host, Quail Head, smiled and replied, "Sometimes, what is real is real, and what is fake is not real no matter how similar it is. Miss Gray Rabbit, do you understand?"

Mingyue nodded slightly, "That means there are only 22 bottles of antidote that can turn zombies back into humans."

"Correct."

"Then you must identify them carefully and don't misjudge any bottle of antidote."

"Of course, we hosts are born to ensure fairness and justice in games." The host Queshou looked at Mingyue.

Mingyue smiled and looked around, "Buy the antidote, 10 million yen per bottle."

As soon as these words were spoken, the gray wolf Lei and the red fox masked man looked at the gray rabbit in astonishment.

The evil puppeteer knew that Gray Rabbit was not short of money, but he was still shocked by this.

The gamblers watching not far away widened their eyes with a look of shock. If they had the antidote at this moment, they would definitely sell it to Gray Rabbit without hesitation.

"what?!"

"Ten million yen!"

One gambler shouted excitedly: "That's enough money for me to pay off my debts and live a good life."

Another gambler couldn't stand it anymore and reminded him, "Wake up, you don't have the antidote."

"Well, the first round of the infection game officially begins." The host, Quailshou, announced loudly.

However, just like in the rehearsal match, everyone was testing each other.

But this silence did not last long. A sharp and sweet voice suddenly sounded: "I have mastered the winning method of this game. Those who don't want to be eliminated can come to me."

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Next chapter preview: What is Bearded Lily's winning formula? How will Mingyue and the three bottles of whiskey respond? What tricks will the mafia use?