don't open your eyes [unlimited]

After 15 minutes, everyone introduced the information related to themselves in an orderly manner.

Teacher Zhuang, who played a temporary guest role, used the chainsaw as a bench, took out a pen and a small notebook, and used the black cat sleeping by the fireplace as a backing board, and sorted out all the known information so far:

So far, apart from the unscrupulous merchant and Niutau who had died, there are nine other people in the villa.

Niutou is an outdated game designer who has been abandoned by the times, and has a unilateral personal grievance with the monkey youth who makes game complaints live.

Rooster Head is a well-known traffic singer, because he was lucky enough to play soy sauce in a certain national variety show, and his popularity is still on the rise recently-it is worth mentioning that he just woke up from the sofa and was caught again. The sharp blade of the chainsaw was so frightened that she fainted, so this information is supplemented by Miss Rabbit, who is a fan of passers-by.

And the reason why the horse-faced man was able to control the situation for a while was because he was a famous veteran movie star who had participated in many popular crime-solving movies back then.Even now, it still has a certain degree of character charm bonus.

Among these people, the work of the python man is also related to games.He is a holographic game engineer, who happens to be one of the most popular professions at the moment. Compared with Niutou's situation, it can be said that he is in a world of ice and fire, and his income and treatment are naturally very different.

Miss Rabbit knows nothing about games. She is an architect and often accepts orders for private dreamland design and construction.In fact, the villa where everyone was staying was the one she had taken over.

This piece of information seems important, but Miss Rabbit is just a designer.Since the platform keeps the identities of both parties confidential, it is still unknown whether the custom-made people resold the design drawings privately, or there were mistakes in other links.

Among the remaining three, Ms. Hu is a gold medal commercial lawyer and has her own law firm.The pig-faced man is a company executive with a good income and a stable family.

What surprised people a little was the occupation of the hunting dog man—it had nothing to do with the killer, bodyguard and other occupations guessed by others. He was a professional Go player, had participated in many competitions, and had a professional eight-dan rank.

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After recording the above content, Zhuang Die closed the pen cap and tapped the notebook in his hand twice.

He didn't mark the names of people on purpose. Firstly, these names may not be real; secondly, he didn't know these people because he seldom watched TV, and he didn't even have the impression of public figures like rooster head and horse face.

More importantly, the name will give people the first level of preconceived psychological hints, which will interfere with judgment to a certain extent, but will make the situation more confusing.

Zhuang Die just drew a sloppy animal stick figure for everyone, so he stopped worrying about it and closed his notebook: "Excuse me, is anyone wearing a watch?"

Zhuang Die's tone was normal and his attitude was very polite, but he still seemed to be marginalized and treated regrettably.For some reason, everyone looked at him vigilantly and briefly, and looked away after a quick glance.

The short self-introduction session was over, and the living room fell silent again, only the sound of burning wood in the fireplace, and the comfortable purr of the black cat when its chin was scratched.

Just when Zhuang Die was about to give up communication and search the rooster's head, someone behind him finally whispered: "I have... a pocket watch, can I?"

Zhuang Die stopped by the sofa, withdrew his hand that was about to lift the cock up and shook his head, and turned around.

Miss Rabbit collected herself, took out a beautiful old-fashioned pocket watch from her pocket, and put it on the dining table.

It was an old pocket watch in medieval style, with a soft luster of brass on its surface. The mechanical gears meshed and rotated precisely, and the sharp pointer regularly jumped over the twelve numbers written in cursive script.

It is now 47:[-]. Considering the effect of time on the overall atmosphere, Zhuang Die decided to set the time as early morning.

At 47:[-] a.m., two murders have occurred in the isolated villa. People with ulterior motives are suspicious of each other, waiting for the detective to arrive from the snowstorm...

"Actually, looking at the clock in the living room is the same." Miss Rabbit mustered up the courage to explain, "We are in a dream, and how we feel about time is determined by the rules of the dream realm itself."

Zhuang Die stopped the commentary that he had composed in his mind, returned to reality, coughed lightly, nodded and thanked him.

He took the pocket watch and compared it rigorously with the clock in the living room and his own watch for one minute each.

As Miss Rabbit said, the time of the pocket watch and the clock are the same—combined with Zhuang Die's memory, the last time the villa was shrouded in darkness was one o'clock. A lot of time wasted due to the chaotic quarrels of the people, and it has passed since then It took almost five 10 minutes.

And because of the real-time reminder of the sleep cabin, his watch still keeps the time in sync with the real world, and the flow rate between the two is about 1:3.

Ling Su told him that the safe time is 72 hours, and these 72 hours are based on reality.According to the triple conversion, this dream will have an absolute closure period of 216 hours, which is nine days, and there are ten main members present.

Zhuang Die quickly completed the mental calculation, and stroked the chainsaw ponderingly: "What is the connection between this? Nine days, does it mean that you just kill nine people calmly with a sense of ritual..."

While he was whispering these words to himself, someone shivered obviously uncontrollably.

Zhuang Die came back to his senses, raised his head, and met Miss Rabbit's frightened eyes.

"What did you just say?" Miss Rabbit asked tremblingly.

She just wanted to get back her pocket watch, just when she heard this sentence, she unconsciously raised her voice because of the sudden fright, instantly attracting the attention of others.

"An arithmetic problem of multiplication and division within a thousand is very simple."

To avoid misunderstanding, Zhuang Dieter explained briefly before returning the pocket watch to her: "Do you have a dream?"

Miss Rabbit was terrified and dazed: "...Huh?"

She didn't understand what Zhuang Die meant, and for a moment she didn't know whether she should take back her pocket watch, and stood there nervously, her long ears trembling slightly.

On the other side, the hunting dog man suddenly laughed: "Okay, don't beat around the bush like this."

He crossed his legs and leaned back on the sofa, raised his hands, and raised his chin at Miss Rabbit: "My prey is her."

A stone stirred up a thousand waves, and everyone looked over in astonishment, and the chaotic discussions that they tried their best to suppress quietly stopped.

Miss Rabbit's eyes widened, not only out of surprise but also fear, she stood still in place.

"I am a Go player. My memory and calculation ability are excellent, and my mentality is stable enough, but my spatial imagination is inherently poor, which seriously limits my strength."

The Hound Man put it very bluntly: "The peak age of Go is very short, and I have been stuck in the eighth dan for three years. Just when I was thinking about whether to retire, by chance, I accidentally saw that post. "

As long as there is a way to let others die in their own dreamland, then there is a certain probability that they can obtain this person's talent or memory fragments.

Once he can make up for the shortcomings of spatial imagination, his strength is likely to rise to a higher level.With the Houndman's talent in other aspects, he might even reach the threshold of the master level.

And when it comes to the control of space, it seems that no one is better than an architect, and a designer who has the ability to build dreams for others in the subconscious...

"It just so happened that at the bottom of that post, there was a custom link to a private dream domain. I tried to click on it and found out that it was a black intermediary."

The hunting dog man continued to say: "It is logical, I customized a private dream domain, and then pretended that there was a problem with the dream domain, and asked the intermediary to contact the designer to come to the dream domain for debugging... But I didn't expect that the moment I opened my eyes, there would be something wrong. So many people came out."

The hunting dog man stopped talking and glanced around at the crowd with different expressions: "I don't think your occupations and identities are all accidental, right? What you say in your dreams can't be used as evidence, don't you even dare to admit it?"

There was a sort of oppressive silence in the living room.

People abnormally did not argue, but looked at each other in blank dismay. Everyone's expression seemed to be a little indescribably complicated.

The hunting dog man had obviously lost his patience, and he stood up straight with a sharp table knife in his hand.

The man with the horse face raised his voice instantly: "What are you doing?!"

"It's very simple - if this is my dream realm, and you all die here, it will be beneficial to me. If this is not my dream realm, as long as the dream owner is dead, I can go out." The hunting dog man said, " No matter how you choose, this game is not harmful to those who dare to fight."

As if attracted by his voice, the Hound Man stopped as he spoke, thought for a moment, changed his mind, and walked towards the horse's face first: "It's too boring to win a game without losing."

Ma's face was so frightened that his legs were weak, and he backed away desperately: "You, don't mess around! There is a chainsaw here..."

"Yes, the chainsaw is scary, and so is the lunatic who can make a chainsaw."

The Houndman was still approaching the horse's face. He turned his head and glanced at the clock in the living room meaningfully: "But——doesn't any of you remember?"

"During a power outage." He said slowly, "The chainsaw cannot be used."

At the same time as the Houndman said the last word, the second hand of the clock skipped the last small division and stopped on "12", and the time came to two o'clock.

The chandelier suddenly went out.

The firelight of the fireplace flickered faintly, and the shadow of the person was cast on the wall, and was distorted by some unknown force into pitch black and terrifying.

In everyone's horrified vision, those ferocious shadows were constantly writhing, tearing and fighting recklessly.

The black shadow greedily expanded the range it occupied, and finally devoured all the gaps, completely engulfing the entire space.

The shrill screams and heavy bells announced the arrival of a new round of hunting.