After being dressed as a human, everyone regards me as a god

"what's the situation?"

The rest of the players didn't understand the meaning of Tonina's words, and mistakenly thought that she was saying that they could not use their abilities temporarily. An's reaction was the fastest. He was the first to stand up from his seat, holding a fork in his left hand and pinching it in his right hand. Dao opened his eyes wide and looked at Nina and asked loudly, "Why don't you have any abilities?"

His tone is familiar, which is the attitude of facing acquaintances. Molinka turned her head and asked thoughtfully: "She has lost her ability, so what does this have to do with you?"

"No, it has nothing to do with it."

An realized that she seemed too excited, so she quickly shook her head and denied it, and found a random reason: "Nina said that her ability is gone, I just feel a little curious, after all, this is in the game, and this is the first time I have met a different ability I'm a little worried that this situation will disappear."

Molinka hid her doubts in her heart, and nodded in agreement: "It's indeed a bit weird."

Ann continued to look at Nina, and asked in a soft voice: "What did you do last night, do you remember what happened? According to what Molinka just said, will it be related to the player who helped you?" ?”

Nina looked into his eyes, tried to recall what happened last night, then shook her head in pain: "I don't remember."

The memory in her mind was chaotic, and she couldn't remember clearly what happened last night, only a few hazy shadows.

Nina's expression didn't look fake, and Molinka kicked her to the ground suspiciously, "What are the clues of the unbelievers?"

Molinka didn't use much strength, but Nina still couldn't resist, she fell to the ground directly following the strength of Molinka's kick, hugging her head in pain and muttering to herself: "My head hurts so much."

"Maybe someone used a power or a special prop. It seems that her memory has been destroyed. It won't help if you continue to ask."

Rufu had only eaten a small portion of the black bread in his hand. He took out a paper towel to wipe off the black on his fingers, and at the same time wrapped the bread with the paper, and said his thoughts in a hoarse voice: "It's better to give it to her later. Enter the operating room, complete the first phase of the task first, and there are still two unbelievers who have not been found..."

He turned his eyes sideways and looked at the ten barbers: "Those two unbelievers are hiding among these people."

Abel glanced at Nina on the ground, unable to figure out why her powers disappeared, silently cut open the black bread with a knife, and sandwiched the steak dipped in sauce into it.

"There are only four monks left."

Bart took a bite of the bread, his brows furrowed immediately, he wiped off the black flakes around his mouth with a paper towel, and echoed what Roof said: "According to the hints from the clues, I, Andrew, Yoo, and Harry can rule out the remaining two. An unbelievers need only be found among the 10 barbers."

Seeing that there were no useful clues from Nina's mouth, An calmly lowered her head and took a bite of the bread, choosing to remain silent and not say anything.

The other nine barbers had different expressions on their faces. No one dared to be the first to speak, and they were all worried that they would be the first to be suspected.

Molinka squatted on the ground, tied Nina's hands tightly again with a rope, and confirmed that she could not escape, then looked up at Bart and asked, "There are ten barber players here. How are you going to find them? Could it be one by one?" Are you sure?"

Bart glanced at the crowd, but he didn't have an answer in his mind. He shook his head and replied, "If you ask me like that, I don't think there will be any results. If you want to distinguish the identity of the unbelievers, there must be other hints. By the way, last night you and Lu Husband was the first player to chase out, didn't you find anything special?"

Molinka held the scimitar at her waist, carefully recalled it in her mind, and vaguely had some ideas, but she was still not sure.

The steak in the white porcelain plate is only a small piece, which is just enough to satisfy the stomach with fruit juice. The black bread last night was very crispy. Dominique was just about to reach out, when he saw the black ink circle around the mouth of others, he immediately gave up on the black. The idea of ​​the mouth under the bread.

Luff finished the remaining half of the black bread, then looked up at the empty plate in front of Dominic, feeling that he had made the wrong choice again.

The few players who were the first to chase out last night lowered their heads in thought. After a few seconds, Harry, who was a monk, sat among the silent barbers and said hesitantly, "I saw it."

Molinka immediately looked at him, "What did you see?"

"I went out when Nina rushed out the door."

Harry reached into his pocket, and then took out a ball of burnt black sticky silk: "When she was running, there was fire under her feet, and some strange things were left on the floor of the corridor after Nina passed by."

With the bread in his mouth, You glanced sideways at his hand, and the tip of his left eyebrow twitched several times.

"What are you holding in your hand?"

Molinka looked sideways and saw signs of burnt on it. Thinking of Nina's ability, she guessed, "It has something to do with Nina?"

"Yes."

Harry nodded, separated the black charred object and placed it on the table, and could distinguish some unburned white sticky threads inside.

"Look at her. If Nina runs away, I'll send you to the operating table later."

Molinka handed Bart the black rope that restrained Nina, and strode towards Harry regardless of the food on the table: "Let me see what it is."

Dominic already knew what it was through Nina's memory, and after glancing along the crowd, he looked away and calmly picked up the milk.

A little sugar is added to the milk, which is just the right amount of sweetness.

"Then you come."

Harry pulled his chair back and made way for Malinka.

"Thank you."

Molinka was not too polite to him, she walked over and picked up the charred object Harry put on the table, looked carefully at it and said, "This object seems to have been burned by fire."

"Didn't I just say that these have been burned by Nina's flame?"

Harry nodded in agreement: "When Nina fled on the corridor, if there were no flames, her soles would be sticky when they touched the floor."

When they heard this, the complexions of An, You, Andrew and several barbers changed at the same time.

Molinka understood the meaning of his words, "When I pass the corridor myself, the situation you said will not happen, but it is true that the floor is slippery."

Harry lowered his eyes slightly: "When I passed the promenade, the floor was just slippery, and the soles of my shoes would not appear sticky, but Nina's identity is an unbeliever..."

"I see, so you're saying, do you think people who walk down the promenade with sticky soles are unbelievers?"

You Wenyan put down the knife and fork in his hand, looked up at Harry, and blew himself up simply: "My identity is a monk, but when I walk on the promenade, there will be very sticky white silk on the soles of my shoes." .”

A barber and Molinka turned their heads to look at You at the same time.

Ann raised her head, hesitated to speak, and finally chose not to speak.

"If you are a monk, you should know the monk's clue."

Andrew followed You and said, "There are four monks in total. I, Bart, You, and you are all monks. If you want to use this to distinguish unbelievers, I think it may be a bit inappropriate."

"His identity is a monk, so we can exclude him first, which is not contradictory."

Harry pursed his lower lip, looked at the ten barbers one by one, and expressed his thoughts seriously: "We all know the remaining two unbelievers, they are hiding among the barbers. We just need to find out who When walking on the promenade, players with sticky soles are enough, and it will be easier for us to find unbelievers.”

"There are no other clues at the moment. I think I can give it a try."

Molinka returned to her seat, agreed to Harry's proposal, looked at the players who were barbers and said, "So, should you take the initiative yourself, or should I accompany you to take the test?"

When walking on the promenade, the barbers with sticky soles were silent. Even if they were not unbelievers, none of them dared to speak.

Borg finished eating the steak in front of him, and got up naturally in silence: "My identity is a barber, and when I walk on the promenade, the soles of my shoes will not appear sticky."

An slightly hesitated, but he got up after Borg, and replied firmly, "I won't either."

After thinking for a while, the remaining eight barber players also gave the same answer as the two of them in turn.

Harry watched their eyes carefully, and after Abel finished eating the bread with the steak in it, he said suddenly, "I will."

Molinka looked sideways with a little doubt, "What would you do? Sticky threads appear on the soles of your shoes?"

"Yes."

Abel nodded in a world-weary way, and said sadly: "Yes, I originally thought that I would be the chosen one with special mission blessings. It seems that I guessed wrong."

Dominic put down the milk glass in his hand, and raised the corners of his lips slightly.

Abel felt his gaze very keenly this time, and immediately asked in a bad voice: "Why, do you also have sticky silk under your feet when you walk, but aren't you wearing shoes?"

"Don't you know right away?"

He was the only one among all the players who didn't wear shoes. Dominic looked at Abel very naturally, raised his washed and white long sleeves and said: "We are going to the operating room later, whoever tells the truth will immediately It's clear at a glance."

He easily moved the topic away from himself.

"Are you sure what you said is true?"

Molinka suddenly smiled, and looked sideways at the group of players who were barbers: "Since this happens when Nina passes through the corridor, so will You, who is a monk, and Abel, who is a doctor. , but the barbers don't have any, so it looks like some of you are lying, but that's all right."

"Indeed, who is telling the truth and who is lying, the result will be known immediately."

Harry looked sideways at the clock on the wall, "It's 59:[-], and we should go to the operating room in three hours. As long as we pass through the corridor on the way, we will obviously notice any abnormalities."

When he finished speaking, the hour and minute hands on the wall coincided with the figure 9, and a distant bell seemed to sound from the sky. The door that closed automatically opened again, and footsteps came from the direction of the door at the same time.

Everyone turned their heads, Gravell and three other NPCs walked over at the same time.

"Emanuel."

Gravell walked into the dining room, looked at the painting of the Virgin Mary on the wall with an extremely pious attitude, folded his hands and prayed loudly, and then strode towards the dining table from behind Dominic.

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Although I have drawn 200 draws, I still can't get a God of Affinity, but I hope you, little angels, can get one.