Doomsday successor app

Song Ci wondered whether it would be faster to hide the tens of billions worth of crime tools immediately, or to overthrow the group of people.

He swept across the group of people, and the players all stared at him.

Well, let's have a fight.

Song Ci was thinking of speaking with his fists, when Gong Xiaoyu suddenly stood up, stood in front of him, and looked at these players with a smile: "The time dagger is very precious, how could it be so easy to get it?"

After saying this, other players were also stunned. It is true that many of them have never seen the so-called time dagger, they only heard its sound but did not see it.

Gong Xiaoyu took the opportunity to step forward, pointing at the human body on the chair: "And we have just come to the game world, and no one has come out of this clock tower, so if you think about it, you know it's impossible to kill people."

His words attracted the player's attention, which is indeed a contradictory point. According to the time, they really have no way to commit crimes directly.

"Maybe this is a person who was killed by someone before, and he just appeared here to test us as a game!" the big yellow tooth who sold the movie yelled.

The other players also nodded, thinking it made sense.

"But, didn't you find out? The so-called victim is a fake at all, that arm and this person are just sculptures." Gong Xiaoyu took off the wrist that was just connected, and the number on it disappeared immediately.

The hand is made lifelike, the skin feels very real, and even the cross-section of the severed wrist is very realistic.Gong Xiaoyu took out his big watermelon cleavage knife, chopped it off with one stroke, and broke his wrist in two. Looking closely, it was not flesh and blood at all, but extremely realistic rubber.

Everyone stared at the broken hand again, dumbfounded.

Gong Xiaoyu held the big machete and smiled: "See, this hand, including that person, are all fake. It's unreasonable for you to determine the cause of his death without even knowing his identity."

"However, if you want to search, you can search. Anyway, I don't have anything like a time dagger." Gong Xiaoyu spread his hands and showed these people his game props. After he took out the big watermelon chopper , which is already empty.

In the end, only Song Ci remained unsearched.

Gong Xiaoyu looked over: "You also show them to see, let them give up."

The player's eyes fell on Song Ci again. Although Gong Xiaoyu's previous words had shaken them a lot, the temptation of the dagger was too great at this time.

Song Ci glanced at them, opened her game page, and made it public for them to watch.

The item column is empty.

Only the pink and tender truth-telling hammer, innocent and well-behaved.

Seeing this, everyone sighed in disappointment.

They wanted to catch the murderer and divide up the money for the dagger, but they didn't have the dagger at all, so they couldn't be disappointed.

Taking advantage of no one watching, Gong Xiaoyu winked at Song Ci.

Song Ci knew it, just now when Gong Xiaoyu stood up by himself, he understood his intentions, taking advantage of the attention of others, he secretly took out the time dagger and stop card, and hid them under the shirt behind him.

Da Huangya was still not reconciled, he knew Song Ci's VIP status, the props couldn't be all that, he looked over greedily, coughed and said: "This can't be ruled out, maybe the murderer has already taken the murder weapon out of the game package , and hid it on my body!"

"This... do you still need to search?"

someone asked.

But some people became impatient: "Then it might be hidden somewhere else, what's the use of just searching!"

"That's right, the matter is not that complicated. Since the redhead said that the murderer is among us, the game of finding the murderer is over, so we just need to identify the murderer, right?" said a bald man.

"I agree. There are only ten of us here. If anyone looks like a murderer, we can identify him. There is a one-tenth chance of being right!"

At this time, some people objected, and a young man with a scar on his face said fiercely: "What are you doing? If you point at the wrong person, what compensation will you have!"

The young man who killed Matt was so aggressive that he was about to hit someone.

The bald man was choked, and blushed and said, "I'm just talking! This method is also good!"

"That's true." A man with glasses among the players said, "Of course to solve a normal crime, you need to confirm the identity of the victim, and then look for clues from the modus operandi and motive of the crime, especially from the acquaintances of the victim. We are dealing with a virtual victim, we don’t know who he is or how he died, but we can be sure that the murderer is among us, so identifying the murderer is the fastest way.”

The man with glasses had an academic accent, his appearance was gentle and logical, and he immediately convinced most people.

The other players nodded again and again, agreeing to this method.

The bald man who proposed at the beginning glared at the scarred youth triumphantly, and muttered, "Sure enough, I'm right."

After the words fell, a strange voice suddenly appeared from the clock tower: "—Jie Jie Jie, finally started! The most exciting part of identifying the murderer!"

Everyone looked at the reputation, and there was a strange-looking person standing on the handrail of the stairs at the top of the clock tower. Song Ci vaguely felt a little familiar.

"Jie Jie Jie——" the man twisted his arm, slipped out a gleaming blade between his five fingers, and smiled at the crowd, "I am the master of this level, so is Jack the Ripper!"

?

This non-Chinese and Western lines, combined with the reputation of a Jack the Ripper, seems particularly inconsistent.

Everyone was silent for a while.

Jack the Ripper above thought he was being feared, and laughed so hard that his shoulders were shaking.

At this moment, his feet also trembled, and he fell off the handrail.

boom--

Jack the Ripper fell abruptly from the top of the tower into the cathedral, his limbs sprawled.

This familiar voice and scene reminded Song Ci at the same time.

He suddenly realized that this was the man who fell from the clock tower before. He was not a player, but an NPC in this level.

No one else had ever seen such an npc before, and when they saw Jack the Ripper lying motionless, a confusion appeared in their hearts:

This is... performing a suicide?

"Oh oh oh it hurts—"

Jack the Ripper hadn't died from the fall, he tidied up his broken limbs, stood up from the ground like a tattered toy, and screamed his lines.

"I am the master Jack the Ripper!"

I think you are a severe patient with secondary illness.

It was written all over the faces of the others.

Jack the Ripper connected the severed limbs together, and shook the blade between his fingers. He didn't know whether he was playing a monkey show or said in a drunken manner: "Perform for me! Sing for me! Find the murderer for me! Let me slaughter criminals! Let me Stained with blood! The murderer must die!"

The high-pitched lines yelled from his bellows-like throat made his face even more contorted and hideous.

Moreover, the players heard a line: the murderer must die.

"You, you mean, if you are identified as a murderer, you must die?" Someone asked hesitantly.

Jack the Ripper rolled his two eyeballs that almost fell out, and stared at each other: "If you don't die, how do you know if it's the murderer?"

After he finished speaking gloomily, everyone's backs turned cold. They didn't expect that simply identifying the murderer would become like this. If he was accidentally identified, he would be killed by the Ripper. Even if he was wronged, there would be nowhere to find him. The argument—everyone is dead anyway.

Everyone swallowed subconsciously, Jack the Ripper waved his arms again, and said loudly: "The first round of accusations begins! You all know each other, now it's time to know who the murderer is, and vote!"

After finishing speaking, the Ripper tripped and fell to the ground with a clang.

Everyone: "..."

Just pretend you didn't see it.

They looked away tacitly, and when they looked at each other, they turned their heads one after another, each staying in a corner, refusing to look at each other.

Jack the Ripper got up again, holding an extra number plate in his hand: "This is your code name!"

After finishing speaking, he pointed to a table in the church with voting cards and pens on it: "Pick up the pen, take the paper, and vote anonymously!"

Everyone hesitated and stepped forward, and took away the number plates, paper and pens one by one.

Song Ci got the number 6, and Gong Xiaoyu got the number 7 behind him.

They each wore their numbers, and then sat on rows of pews in the church, each occupying a row, and would never overlap with others.

Song Ci could tell that they were all worried that the people around them were murderers, and they were also worried that they would be regarded as murderers.

"It's started, it's started—"

The Ripper had blades sticking out between the fingers of both hands. He rubbed his hands excitedly, and the blades scraped and pulled, making a sharp sound.

Like the examiner in the examination room, he walked back and forth, patrolling the examination.

"Hurry up, hurry up—"

As he walked, he muttered eagerly, his protruding eyeballs were full of bloodthirsty light.

Players are sitting around the church, some have already put down their pens firmly, and some are still hesitating, not knowing how to fill in.

"There are 3 minutes, 2 minutes, 1 minute—"

The Ripper's blade was cutting faster and faster, and he couldn't wait.

"Ten seconds, nine seconds, eight seconds..."

He read faster and faster, and finally reached the last second.

"Voting is over!"

Jack the Ripper quickly rushed to the nearest player and swept away the voting card.

Soon, all ten cards were in his hand.

Jack the Ripper smiled, and read out the person with the most votes expectantly: "This is a special number, Jie Jie, number 9, and you are the murderer!"

The person with the No. 9 plate on his body was the young man with the scar just now. As soon as the number plate was called out, he immediately jumped up and shouted: "I have never killed anyone! I am not a murderer! You bastards dare to vote for me! "

He made a gesture to grab the nearest bald man.

"I know it's your fault! You bald head didn't like me a long time ago, and I'm going to beat you until your head explodes today!"

The young man with the scar made a gesture to punch the bald man in the face.

At this time, Jack the Ripper suddenly came behind him, and with a slash of the blade in his hand, blood spurted out instantly, splashing across the bald man's face.

bang-

The scarred youth fell to the ground on his back, bleeding profusely.

"Jie Jie Jie-"

Jack the Ripper smirked, licking blood from the blade.

"Murderer, solved."

His voice echoed above the bloody church.

The scarred youth twitched and swallowed his last breath.

The bald man wiped the blood from his face, came back to his senses, and kicked the scarred youth's body again, cursing: "You deserve it! The murderer is you! The scar on your face is the ironclad proof!"

"Oh? Is that so?" Jack the Ripper took out a booklet and said pretendingly, "The scar on this man's face was left when he was a child to protect his classmates from being bullied by gangsters. , everyone was afraid of him, the little hero who did what was right was regarded as a villain, and now he died because of this scar, what a tragic story."

Jack the Ripper sighed, and the church was dead silent.

The bald man was stunned, and tremblingly said: "Then, this person, he, he..."

The bald man looked at the others while talking.

But no one dared to look at him, and there was no movement in the game system, and there was no indication that it was over.

This shows that the man with the scar is not the murderer.

The bald man took a step back, and suddenly pointed to a thin bamboo pole and said, "I see, you also filled in number 9! You are the same as me, we did nothing wrong!"

After speaking, he pointed at the others: "It's not just the two of us who voted! Some of you must have voted for him too! It's not my fault! If you want to blame it, blame the scar! It looks like a murderer!"

"Come on, calm down."

The man with glasses from before stood up again to appease him.

"This is just a mistake. We still have a chance. As long as we work together, we will definitely find the murderer!"

The man with glasses encouraged him a bit and said nice words.

Gong Xiaoyu, who was sitting in front, came over quietly: "These are all nonsense, he has already seen it. In fact, we don't know who the murderer is at all. We just vote for whoever is not pleasing to the eye. This vote is based on the degree of favorability. He It's winning people over."

After the voice fell, the man with glasses looked over.

Song Ci happened to meet his gaze, and the man with glasses was handsome and smiled gracefully.

Jack the Ripper didn't keep them waiting too long: "Without further ado, we're starting the second round of voting!"

Song Ci followed the rest of the people to receive new voting cards, and the second round of voting began again.

However, like last time, he still didn't fill in any numbers.

The same was true for Gong Xiaoyu, they all handed in blank cards.

The man with glasses probably knew about it, so he looked at them.

Song Ci made a gesture with a pen on purpose, as if writing down a number.

"Hurry up, hurry up—"

Jack the Ripper rubbed the blade in his hand, urging the player to fill in the answer sheet.

"Only ten seconds left, ten, nine, eight, seven—"

He counted down the countdown quickly, and the voting time was immediately closed.

He quickly recovered the voting cards as before, and this time there were only nine cards left.

The players were sweating profusely, staring at him, and some were staring at the sculptures in the church, praying not to hear their numbers.

The Ripper quickly counted the answers, and his eyes lit up: "It's amazing! The numbers this time are so beautiful! Number 0, you are the murderer!"

In an instant, he was in front of the thin bamboo pole just now, and grabbed his neck with both hands: "You, you are a murderer like me, come on, let's go to hell together!"

The Ripper cheered, the thin bamboo pole was choked, unable to speak at all, there was only fear on his face.

Then with a click, the Ripper snapped his neck.

The thin bamboo pole fell back to the seat, and the body was tilted to one side, losing its vitality like a doll.

The church was dark and cold, and the smell of blood continued to permeate.

However, the game is still not over.

"Woooo-"

Someone couldn't help crying.

"Sorry, I voted for him, I killed him—"

Jack the Ripper laughed loudly: "I haven't finished announcing the next murderer yet. There is still a number that is tied with number 0. Guess who it is?"

Some eyes wandered around and fell on the bald man.

His face was pale: "No! The Jedi is not me! I have never done such a thing! I was wronged!"

However, the young man with the scar who was also wronged was still lying on the ground, dying. The other players didn't care whether the bald man was the real murderer, but it was this man who said that he wanted to vote, and their dislike of voting was transferred. To the bald man who offered to vote.

So, half the people voted for him.

And the other half voted for the thin bamboo pole that also mistakenly killed the young man with the scar before—they already knew that the young man with the scar was a good person, and his injuries were to protect others, but he was treated unfairly, which was enough to make him People who know the truth are angry.

But these people did not expect that the thin bamboo pole was not the real culprit, and those who mistakenly cast the thin bamboo pole all stared at the bald man, and their hatred for him deepened.

"I'm really not!"

The bald man knelt on the ground, weeping bitterly.

"Nonsense, the voting results have already explained the problem, you are the murderer!" Jack the Ripper grabbed him and stabbed him in the heart.

The howling of the bald man subsided, and became as silent as the thin bamboo pole.

Those who voted were all relieved.

However, the game is not over yet.

The Ripper was very regretful: "It's a mistake again, can you voters be more serious? Let me kill a real murderer?"

He was cursing, but his face was very happy.

There are 7 people left.

He licked the blade, waiting for the next sacrifice to appear.

"Wait! It's time for us to rest!"

Gong Xiaoyu raised her hand and said.

"It's the same as an exam. If you take three exams in a row, you will be tired. Our teacher said that you have to combine work with rest!"

The little sick girl spoke in an innocent tone, pretending to be like a primary school student.

The others nodded and asked for a rest.

"In that case—"

Jack the Ripper thought for a while, then decided.

"Then take a 10-minute break! I'm going for a walk too!"

After speaking, Jack the Ripper walked to the top of the tower.

That's what he calls a walk.

When he reached the top floor, he also seemed to disappear.

The players breathed a sigh of relief in unison, and the low air pressure relaxed a little.

"What shall we do now?"

"We killed three good people."

"Who is the murderer?"

"Get him out quickly!"

"Anyway, I'm not a murderer, I haven't even killed a fish!"

"Neither do I!"

Everyone denies being the murderer.

The atmosphere was deadlocked.

Moreover, the naked eye could see the man with glasses hovering between them, soothing people's hearts.

Only Song Ci and Gong Xiaoyu did not participate in the conversation. The man with glasses suddenly looked at them with a malicious light in his eyes: "Wait, number 6 and number 7 over there, you didn't vote just now, did you?"

They were called suddenly, and everyone else looked over.

Song Ci stood up calmly: "I don't know who the murderer is, so I abstained."

Gong Xiaoyu pretended to be harmless, and nodded, "I also abstained. I don't know you guys, and I don't know who the victim is, so I just didn't vote."

The man with the glasses was shocked.

"Can this still be abstained?"

"Damn, why didn't I think of that."

"If everyone abstains, the murderer will not be caught!"

A few of them argued, and the man with glasses came out again and said: "It is true that by abstaining from the vote, no one will be killed by mistake, but we will not be able to catch the murderer."

Song Ci looked at him: "So we should all abstain, and then go through the process of taking evidence and analyzing the motives of the victim and the murderer, so as to accurately find the murderer."

The others nodded, they liked this proposal more than killing innocent people indiscriminately and being killed by others.

Seeing this, the man with glasses followed their words and said, "That's it, let's abstain at the same time and buy more time to solve the case."

This proposal was quickly passed, and the panic just now calmed down a bit. At least, they no longer had to fly around like headless chickens.

"He's taking credit again." Gong Xiaoyu said secretly, "You were the one who made the suggestion, but now he's making the decision, as if it's what he said, and the people over there trust him even more."

Song Ci looked over, and the man with glasses smiled at him again.

The third round of voting started again.

This time, no one voted.

All abstained.

Jack the Ripper was very dissatisfied, he lost control of his expression on the spot and was stunned.

He made a cut and immediately started the fourth round.

This time, I still abstained.

Jack the Ripper became more and more aggrieved, but he didn't say anything, and he couldn't kill.

They bought some time to investigate again, trying to find a breakthrough from the sculpture of the victim, but as before, they still found nothing, even because the sculpture's face was too vague, no one knew who the victim was.

Song Ci looked at the man with the broken arm, slightly startled.

Some clues flew by, and he tried to catch them, but they disappeared quickly.

He felt a burst of eyes sticking to himself, and when he turned around, the man with glasses was smiling and watching him.

The fifth round of voting has begun.

This time they still negotiated to abstain.

Jack the Ripper even gave up hope, glanced at the voting card sleepily, and then his eyes were as big as copper bells: "Yes! Yes! Finally!"

Excited, ecstatically, he held up a voting card.

"Someone cast a precious vote for the murderer! The murderer's number is—"

The author has something to say: Song porcelain: 66 Dashun.

Xiaobingjiao: 77 is auspicious.

Men with glasses: 1111.

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