The Handmade Blogger's Guide to Salvation

"Everyone, welcome to the Purple Ooze Hotel."

When Hiroshin Shima opened his eyes, he found himself standing in the center of a luxurious hotel lobby, and in the entire lobby, including him, Taoyuan Nanao, and Matou Sakura, there were 7 other people in the lobby.

Everything on him was gone, and Sakura Matou and Nana Taoyuan also had nothing in their hands, and the gift package was gone.

This is very troublesome.

The seven people didn't seem to know each other, and they were a little panicked and confused at this moment. After hearing the broadcast, they calmed down and waited for the person behind the loudspeaker to say the following.

"Let me introduce, I'll call it Killer Crocodile, but I don't kill people... I just want to invite everyone to play a game, a game where life is the stake."

As soon as this remark came out, the atmosphere in the entire hall froze for a moment, and then someone shouted dissatisfiedly.

"Why should I bet with you! If you have the ability to come out aboveboard, don't be a coward!"

The first one to make a sound was a glamorous woman dyed fashionable granny gray and wearing a burgundy backless low-v evening dress. Although she looked very sexy, she didn't seem to be 20 years old by looking at her face.

She seemed to have a bad temper, pointing at the horn and started yelling.

"I guess some people are yelling now, please stop doing useless work, because I am one of you, this is just a recording, that's all."

Seeing this kind of scene for the first time, Taoyuan Nanao and Matou Sakura timidly squeezed towards Yushin Shema, but when they raised their heads, they found that Yushin Shema did not panic at all, but looked left and right with great interest look.

"It's okay, don't worry." Yu Shenshe took the hands of the two daughters from left to right, "Listen to what he said next."

Because of what the radio said, the people in the hall seemed to have distanced themselves defensively, and there was no sound for a while, except for a priest who was present, the smile on his face had never faded from the beginning. At this moment, He drew a cross on his chest and muttered to himself like a sigh:

"May there be no killing in this world."

The sound of the radio started to ring again, and it didn't stop because of their reactions.

"Don't run away. The doors and windows cannot be opened. I suggest you not to reveal your real names. I have already given you nicknames and numbers. I hope you will call each other by this name."

"Next, I will kill another person every night. You may be the first one, or you may be the last one... If you want to stop all this, there is only one way."

"That is... to find me."

The sound of the broadcast was just right, and there was a pause for a few seconds, but the entire hall was completely silent.

"I suggest that everyone can chat with each other now, maybe you will find some clues. Good night everyone, I hope you can see the sun tomorrow."

This time the broadcast was completely silent.

Suddenly, a ragged old man in the hall whimpered and burst into tears, "Who the hell! Who is going to harm me? I lost all my money and have no children. What the hell is God trying to do!"

The old man's dry howling echoed in the hall, making people feel irritable when they heard it, and finally some people couldn't help it.

"To shut up."

The harsh voice was indifferent, and among the 10 people, the person who looked like a swordsman who had kept calm all the time spoke and interrupted the old man's crying.

This is a man with a long black ponytail hairstyle. Flame-like tattoos can be seen vaguely on his neck. A suit, but it looks like a samurai.

Such a strong aura!The old man shivered for a moment, the howling sound suddenly weakened, and then fell silent.

"The broadcast makes sense. We must know each other's information in order to find the villain who claims to be a killer crocodile."

He stretched out his hand and showed everyone a note that had suddenly appeared in his hand before, which read:

"Number 1, Samurai"

"I run a swordsmanship gymnasium, and it is true to say that I am a "samurai". I was alone at home before, and I don't know how I came here."

After finishing speaking, the samurai frowned, "In this way, in order to clear up your doubts, my real name is Ji Guoyan Sheng, and my swordsmanship gym can also be searched online."

Although the samurai looks indifferent, he is also aboveboard enough.

Next, a man dressed as a priest spoke.

"It should be me next." The priest said lightly, and then showed the number plate in his hand.

"Number 2, Father"

"I have nothing to say, but I just want to emphasize that such a death will not be blessed by the Lord. Only a girl who dies calmly with a grateful heart and a smile will become an angel..."

After the priest finished speaking, he found that everyone looked at him with surprised and subtle eyes, and silently distanced themselves from him.

"Haha, I was talking too much...you can call me Tong Mo, I'm not the one on the radio...the killer crocodile."

No, your perverts look exactly the same.

Next, though... who's the third?

"If you let me know who that [Murderer Crocodile] is, I will definitely tear him alive! Definitely!"

The person who spoke was a social youth with a flat head who dyed his hair pink, wearing a skull-style leather jacket with rivets, gritted his teeth angrily at this moment, and then reluctantly showed the number plate in his hand——

"Number 3, Thief"

"My name is Komaji, and I'm currently a helper at the Kendo Gym. I have a serious job! I'm not a thief!"

Seeing the young man swearing and throwing the number plate on the ground, no one around made a sound, and all looked at his violent behavior with cold eyes.

Anyone would be upset if someone pointed their nose at him and called him a thief, but...could this be a disguise for the killer crocodile?

At this time, the next one began to speak.

"Ahem, I'm... I'm number 4." The old man who was rolling on the ground tremblingly unfolded the note in his hand.

"Number 4, Gambler"

"I really have nothing, I don't know how to kill people, you better not kill me... I owe a lot of debts, if I die, they might come looking for me."

The gambler's tone was submissive, but there was a hint of threat in it, which showed that he was not an honest person.

"The fifth...is me."

The person who opened the mouth was a well-mannered middle-aged man in a striped white suit, his hair was stained with a mousse comb, and he looked like a successful person.

"No. 5, The Collector"

"I am a lover of purple clay teapot art. I do have a lot of priceless purple clay teapots in my collection, but I prefer to make this kind of great art by myself... I am not a murderous crocodile. I don’t know who hired me to kidnap me. I would pay double the money."

It can be seen that the collectors are quite rich.

Yu Shenshejian paid more attention to this person. Although this Mr. Collector is well dressed, his hands are very rough. He really looks like a craftsman, probably... he can barely be regarded as his colleague?

During the time Yushinwa was thinking about, No. [-] spoke.

"Hmm, I'm next."

The girl in the red skirt, who was yelling at the horn just now, opened the number plate in her hand, and it said——

"Number 6, Geisha"

"It's the first time someone uses such retro words to describe it, and I feel a little complicated..."

The woman brushed her hair behind her ears, her youthful face was pure and full of amorous feelings.

"My online name is Luo Ji, I work in a nightclub, and my side job is to do webcasting... I have tens of thousands of fans, and I 'coincidentally' have a few powerful and powerful boyfriends."

She took out lipstick from her pocket and casually touched up her makeup.

"It will be too late to beg for mercy. When you go in and pick up soap with Meng/Nan, please pray again."

After finishing speaking, this Miss Luo Ji gave Father Tong Mo a pointed look, as if she already had a candidate in her heart.

The priest tilted his head innocently, then turned around and approached the social youth Komaji, and asked in a low voice, "What do you mean by picking up soap? Can't you use body wash in it?"

The latter immediately took a step away in disgust, "Don't ask me, I don't know."

They are not familiar with what they are doing so close!

After introducing six people, there are still four people left.

The young woman with the guitar on her back raised her hand. Her presence is so low that it can be said that people have not noticed her until now.

"Number 7, luthier"

The woman was carrying a guitar case and was dressed in a plain long dress of a Mori girl. She nervously brushed her hair that covered half of her face, her voice was very low.

"I'm a student in the Department of Music, and my part-time job is to teach guitar online... You can find my student number and grades in the educational affairs system. I, I'm not lying."

Her voice became lower and lower, and finally she couldn't help sobbing. One eye exposed under the thick hair was red, as if she was terribly frightened.

Sakura Matou and Nana Taoyuan looked at each other. Who wouldn't be afraid of this situation?If it wasn't for their father being by their side at this moment, they might have the same mentality.

"I am 'Number 8, patient', and I have some symptoms of anemia." Matou Sakura smiled softly, and then stretched out her hand to pull Nana Taoyuan over, "My sister is 'Number 9, student' and we usually Together."

Matou Sakura remained calm and introduced Taoyuan Nana by the way. Her tone was very gentle but she concealed a lot of information skillfully. In this case, it is better not to mention the name. Who knows what will happen.

Next, there is only one person left without introduction.

"I should be number 10... These two are my daughters. We came here by accident when we were out shopping."

Yushen Shejian said in a gentle and polite tone, "Sorry, I haven't looked at my number plate yet. I'm a handmade blogger and I often make things. I probably have a good relationship with Mr. No. 5."

Hiroshin Shibuma began to unfold the number plate in his hand.

What would his codename be... Artisan?artist?mechanic?Or Doctor?

However, when he saw the words on the note, Hiroshin Shema, who had been smiling calmly, froze in place.

On the number plate, it is impressively written——

"Number 10, internet celebrity"