sincerity of lies

The audience was dumbfounded.

When the people at the scene realized what Mr. Liu had said, the owner of Mawei, who is very artistic, took two steps suddenly and said with a smile: "Hey, it's almost enough, you have to have a sense of humor, What do you mean by 'should we kill all six people'? We are all innocent, we are human beings, it's not that a cat doesn't like it, just grab it by the neck and throw it out of the window. "

The crowd was silent.

Huo Ranyin was also silent.

When people are cruel, they think that they will always be the one who throws the cat, but they don't realize until they are in trouble that they will also be the one who gets thrown.

"Why don't you talk? Why don't you say a word?" Boss Ponytail asked the unsuspecting people around him, then he looked at Mr. Liu and scolded, "And you, Mr. Liu, you are so arrogant—"

Mr. Liu raised his hand and fired.

There was a "bang", like an arrow flying past the ears.

Huo Ranyin's gaze followed Mr. Liu's raised hand, the gun in his hand, the sparks from the muzzle of the gun, and the bullets that burst out from the sparks——

The bullet hit the fringed crystal chandelier on the ceiling.

wow-

The golden fairy dress of the crystal chandelier spun around, with little golden flashes and streaks of auspicious light, after a moment of flying brilliantly, it slammed down and fell to the ground.

Boss Ponytail's unfinished words froze in his mouth.

Mr. Liu put down the gun again. The hand holding the gun was still old. Mr. Liu's attitude was not much different from before, but no one dared to ignore this old man anymore.

"Don't get excited." Mr. Liu said, "Short Boss?"

He looked at the short boss.

The short boss was originally standing, but when Mr. Liu looked over, he took a step back and sat down on the chair.

"Um... what?" he asked, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"The referendum." Mr. Liu said kindly again, "It's not my idea, nor is it anyone's idea. It's everyone's opinion. Everyone's opinion will not be ignored."

he laughed.This is indeed quite funny.

"Considering the special situation this time, why don't we have an anonymous vote? Everyone doesn't need to be burdened, just write down 'agree' or 'disagree'."

There was another silence.

If everyone was silent before, it was because they felt the suffocation of their heads being covered in a cloth bag; this time the silence is probably because they felt a breath of fresh air in the suffocating cloth bag.

Real-name voting, the vast majority of people at the scene may not be able to say the word "agree", but once the anonymous vote is made, when the decision is separated from one's own identity, maybe the decision to kill the same kind is not so difficult Done--

"Of course," Mr. Liu said suddenly, "if you still have concerns about this proposal, then you might as well listen to my next solution: let's go back to the room."

"Room?" Boss Wu couldn't wait to speak.Other people at the scene may be guessing that Mr. Liu will not shoot and kill six people in the end, but he knows-he knows clearly that killing six more people is not a big deal to Mr. Liu.He, they had long ago... He desperately wanted to escape from the threat of his life.

"It doesn't matter if the murderer is a ghost, or the people around us. As long as we all go back to the room, stay alone, and close the doors and windows, then the danger will naturally be shielded from the doors and windows." Mr. Liu said.

"But ghosts can pass through ventilation ducts..."

"There are only air-conditioning vents in the room, and the air-conditioning vents cannot pass through people." Mr. Liu said briefly, and then added, "Everyone is concentrated in the guest rooms on the second floor. One room is next to the other, so that if there is any movement next door, there will be no trouble." I can hear you. I will arrange bodyguards to stand guard on the front and rear stairs, in groups of three, one in front and one in the back, patrolling back and forth, two shifts take turns, and coordinate with each other."

Everyone was gradually persuaded, and began to think seriously about Mr. Liu's proposal.

"Then let's eat and drink..."

"Instant food. If the instant food is finished, let the chef cook. After the meal is cooked, let the chef eat it first. After half an hour, it will be fine, and the others will eat it."

Mr. Liu stared at the head chef Ben.

He said coldly: "If the food cooked is poisonous, the chef will die first."

Everyone was silent like a cicada, not daring to breathe.

"Then these six suspects..." someone said again.

"These six people will be locked in the same room." Mr. Liu said succinctly, "The room is both a protection center and a prison cell."

"That……"

"That, that!" Mr. Liu suddenly became furious, "That ghost! I said I would protect all of you! Now! Immediately! Go to my room on the second floor! If there is something that is not there, this gun will appear in the hands of the six suspects, and they will shoot and kill that guy!"

Roaring roars rumbled across the restaurant like thunder.

The elegant owner of the ship tore off his mask, he is no one's friend, he is only the tyrant of the ship.

Then, in the silence, Mr. Liu brushed off the non-existent dust on his sleeves.

"Now, is there any objection?"

At the moment when Mr. Liu's words fell, the scene changed from the silence before, and voices of agreement erupted one after another. This drama that started with democracy moved to a climax with joy and encouragement.

So, after the bodyguards moved Boss Jiang's body into the morgue below, Mr. Liu took the lead, and under the protection of the bodyguards, everyone left the restaurant and went to the guest room area on the second floor.

Except for the bosses who lived here originally, Huo Ranyin and the bosses selected the remaining rooms first, then the crew, finally the bodyguards, and finally the six suspects.

When it was the turn of the six suspects, the short boss couldn't help but say, "Just let them in like this? Lock them up without some chains or something?"

His voice became lower and lower under Mr. Liu's terrifying face, and Mr. Liu paused every word:

"Everyone, don't talk nonsense, get out."

He scolded everyone like a pig scolding himself, and once again verified Huo Ranyin's previous thoughts.

Mr. Liu didn't care who the murderer was.

He just needs to maintain his position on this ship.

In his eyes, the six suspects, including others, were all the same pigs, and he also drove all of them into the cages in the same way.

But all of a sudden, he made no secret of it, was it because he was tired of the farce at the moment?

perhaps.

But it is also possible...Mr. Liu has the most important inspiration...the inspiration to restore contact with the outside world.

Huo Ranyin was thinking to himself, when he entered the room with other people, he glanced at the room not far away from Meng Lingshan.

And when the door was closed, when he was completely alone in the whole space, he opened the curtains and the balcony door, then raised his hand, took off the mask covering his face, threw it into the sofa, and then sat down Go in, close your eyes and rest.

He is quiet.

It was stormy outside, and the waves were noisy.

Time moved forward minute by minute... until, "boom", something broke through the storm and fell to the deck.

Huo Ranyin opened his eyes and put on the mask again.

He stood up.

He has very good ears.

He walked to the deck outside the room, glanced under the railing, then turned over and fell, following the sound of Meng Lingshan falling to the ground.

His skills are also very good.

Everyone is upstairs.

The space on the first floor is quiet, with only lights, and the lights that are still on illuminate the bleakness and desolation beneath the torn prosperity.

Huo Ranyin walked through the gambling area and came to the staff rest area. He took a look inside first, and there was no one——

Didn't Meng Lingshan go here?

He still moved forward, walked quietly for a short distance, and caught a subtle voice in his ears.

He followed the sound and walked forward.

Soon, he stopped in front of a door.

The voice sounded from inside this door, sporadic one or two words, mischievously got out of the crack of the door, and reached his ears:

"You...gun..."