don't open your eyes [unlimited]

Seeing the scene in front of them, most of the people present couldn't help but change their expressions.

So far, the rigorous calculation of the number of people killed has reached [-].But compared to the relatively normal reduction in the number of people, this kind of sculpture stuffed into the clock and almost fused with the meshing gears will still give people a strong sense of impact.

The monkey youth was so frightened that his legs went weak, and he bounced back when he saw the situation inside the clock clearly.Miss Hu's face was also extremely pale, and she quickly looked away to one side, unable to bear to take a closer look.

Death in the dream realm does not affect reality.In fact, in this dangerous villa full of oppression and fear, abandoning fragments of consciousness and forcibly exiting is another kind of relief.

...But even so, this kind of behavior is too cruel and cruel.

The boa constrictor man didn't seem to expect that Zhuang Die would pay attention to so many details. He was surprised for a moment, and his thin pupils quickly returned to normal: "Even so, how can you be sure it's me—"

Only halfway through the words, the boa constrictor stopped talking and did not continue.

There is no need for Zhuang Die to specifically explain this point, but it is already very clear.

The reason why there were flaws in the plan was because there were too many special situations in the second round of darkness.

If all goes well, he can just take advantage of the Houndman's frank murderous intentions as a demonstration and calmly eliminate the architect.In this way, the only accomplice who knows the inside story will lose relevant memory after waking up and no longer pose any threat, and the architect was killed in the dark, doubts will undoubtedly gather on the Houndman who jumped out first.

But the hound man changed his mind temporarily and decided to attack the horse's face first.Immediately afterwards, the hunting dog man was knocked down by Zhuang Diyi's baseball bat, losing the ability and time to strike.

The target of the pig-faced man was Ms. Hu, and Ms. Hu would never attack the architect, and the remaining few people were either incapable of action at the time, or lacked motivation...

"In this case, why did you attack several other people?"

Miss Hu frowned, she could guess that the other party's attack on the architect was to kill the threat, but she couldn't figure out the rest: "They have no effect on you, why should you hurt them?"

The boa constrictor man shrugged his shoulders and raised his hands: "Miss Lawyer, what I did was exposed by this smart and gambler. It is indeed beyond my defense."

He spoke very slowly, and his hoarse voice penetrated coldly into the eardrums of others: "But everyone has a secret, it's not something I did, so I can't just keep it on my head..."

When Miss Hu heard the first half of his sentence, her eyes showed strong astonishment, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at Zhuang Die.

"Your target is me?" Zhuang Die asked.

Miss Hu was taken aback, she didn't expect Zhuang Die to be so straightforward: "Why do you—"

Zhuang Die found the switch and completely stopped the clock: "There are only 59 minutes for discussion during each dark interval."

Zhuang Di found a thin blanket from the sofa, carefully covered the solidified sculpture, and opened the back door of the clock: "I'm not good at verbal contests and psychological games. It would save time to omit them directly."

After losing his job and counting sheep for three months, Zhuang Die is actually not used to talking to so many people at the same time.

Fortunately, these people are all animal heads in his eyes, and there are no supernatural events such as ghosts.Although the visual effects are both weird, horrifying and absurd, the psychological pressure it brings is relatively light.

"You said before that it is not clear who your target is, which means that the fragments you need are not linked to occupations."

"I guess, you just gave a demand. As for finding a suitable target, it is Party B's job to bring him to you in the dream."

Zhuang Die didn't care about the others, and stood in front of a wall in the living room to study carefully: "You are a lawyer, and you will not risk yourself. You have absolute confidence in your own professional level, and you don't need other people's talents or memories... ..."

"That is to say, what you want is some kind of 'emotional ability'. And this kind of emotion is possessed by even a poor gambler, but you don't have it..."

Zhuang Di straightened out his thoughts: "Do you think you are too rational? You want to have a passion for gambling. Does this help you?"

Miss Hu's eyes widened. She stared blankly at Zhuang Die who turned to look at her, unable to speak for a while.

"Thinking about it this way, your idea is indeed very reasonable-for a gambler who has gambled himself to the point of bankruptcy, losing these things is not a bad thing, but a turning point."

Zhuang Die didn't wait for her to answer, nodded himself, and turned back muttering in a low voice: "And your reason can control this kind of gambler's mentality, it will make you more adventurous, more daring to put all your eggs in one basket to win or lose a game. Cooperate Your own ability will give you a broader prospect..."

He was actually curious about how these people could be sure that they could get exactly what they wanted.

However, even if the murderer who attacked Miss Rabbit is found, the current situation is still very urgent, and there is no time to ask these in detail...

"Why are you asking these questions?" The pig-faced man rubbed his wound and said roughly, "Can't we just ask him to unlock the Dream Realm?"

In the last dark fight, the pig-faced man was seriously injured, and he desperately wanted to wake up from this dream and end this long torture.

The architect has been killed, but the dream domain has still not been unraveled. It is obvious that her accomplices are responsible for it.

"You sell the registered user information of the game, isn't it just for money?" Pig face said anxiously, "I'll give you the money, you unlock the Dreamland, and let us out quickly. Everyone will go their own way in the future, and we won't Come to provoke you again!"

There were already several unkind glances cast on the boa constrictor man, and the hound was wiping the sharp edge of the table knife with the tablecloth.

It could be seen that if it wasn't for worrying that the other party didn't know what to do later, the knife would probably have been sent to the boa constrictor man's chest long ago.

The boa constrictor man leaned on the sofa. He seemed to struggle with this tempting proposal for a long time before he finally sighed: "I'd be happy to take this money... Unfortunately, I can't solve this dream realm either." , let alone let everyone out."

The pig-faced man suddenly stood up: "What did you say?!"

"What he said is probably the truth." Miss Hu finally came to her senses, she gritted her teeth and said in a low voice, "If it wasn't like this, he wouldn't have to wait until he was accused, and he wouldn't have given us a chance to see the truth... "

If the boa constrictor man was the dream master of this dream realm, as early as when Zhuang Die began to suspect him, he could forcibly trigger the anchor point to self-awaken, without having to expose anything he did to everyone.

In their current situation, either the boa constrictor man is a completely twisted pervert, or the boa constrictor man has the confidence to let them all die in the dream realm.

... Or, what the boa constrictor man and the architect did are actually similar. They both just processed the dream domain, and they are not the real masters of the dream domain at all.

Miss Hu's mood was a little complicated, she looked at Zhuang Die: "You have already found out about this, haven't you?"

After opening the door behind the wall clock, Zhuang Die just observed the python man for a few seconds, and didn't join in the questioning of the crowd, and continued to study the villa by himself.

Would such a person really like to gamble and lose himself bankrupt?

Or, even with this level of rationality and logical thinking, you still can't control your gambling nature, and you are willing to jump into bottomless pits one after another...

Miss Hu originally had absolute self-confidence, thinking that she would be able to control the emotional fragments that were stripped out, but now she has a strong fear, and she dare not think about the consequences if the plan succeeds.

"You are charged with the above offenses."

Zhuang Die didn't seem to be paying attention to them at all, just cleared his throat, turned around and said suddenly: "Edward George Armstrong, on March [-], [-], you caused the death of Louisa Marie Chris die."

While uttering these words in a tone that seemed to be dubbed, he suddenly quickly raised the camera hanging on his chest, and pressed the shutter when everyone was caught off guard.

The Polaroid camera turned on and spit out a group photo of everyone with different expressions.

"What a mess!" The pig-faced man had almost completely exhausted his patience, "Stop pretending to be a ghost here, are you the owner of the Dream Realm? Anyway, I've had enough——"

He only had time to roar a few words, and the rest of the words were choked back into his throat with a deafening bang.

Zhuang Die temporarily refitted the hell lava baseball bat into a hell lava sledgehammer, put away the photos, stood upright with his legs apart, and shattered a small half of the living room wall with the hammer.

Pig-faced man: "..."

The living room was silent for a few seconds.

Miss Hu regained her composure, and when she walked over, she realized that the wall was actually much thinner than the other walls, and there were a few unnoticeable holes in the cracked wall.

Behind that wall was a small empty room, and against the wall stood a table with an old-fashioned gramophone with a large horn.

Most of the so-called "hourly chime" they heard from the clock came from this phonograph.

Miss Hu looked at Zhuang Die: "How do you know... there are these things behind the wall?"

"Because this villa was not designed by an architect, there are still 10 minutes, please help to tie up Mr. Actor."

Zhuang Die lowered his head and glanced at the little genius's watch. His watch shows the time in the real world. Although the conversion is a little troublesome, it can still tell the time flow in the dream realm: "There are still nine minutes and 50 seconds."

The monkey youth looked up in astonishment: "But he is almost turning into a sculpture!"

"But he can still move, he is attacking the rooster—" Zhuang Die stopped and checked his identity, "The murderer who attacked the traffic singer."

Zhuang Die stepped over the gap and unplugged the phonograph: "I once suspected that this was his dream realm, but it seems that I was thinking too much, and he has never heard this line."

If the horse face is the owner of the Dream Realm, after deceiving others through superb acting and makeup skills and successfully getting what he wants, he should immediately wake up forcibly, instead of pretending to be a sculpture on the sofa.

While he was speaking, the horse-faced man who was still frozen on the sofa suddenly jumped up and rushed towards the stairs.

The man with the horse face was only impulsive after being stabbed. With the help of a dark cover, he made himself into a sculpture like the victim, wanting to take a gamble in troubled waters.

He took the opportunity to attack the traffic singer in the dark, trying to find out why the other party was so popular, but he fell all the way to the point where no one cares about him.

In case this is his dream domain, when he wakes up, he may also have the same chance to become popular...

The chest injury ultimately affected his movement, and the horse-faced man was pinned to the ground by the hounds before he could run far.

The monkey youth came to help and tied him tightly: "What did you just say? What lines?"

"The judge's sentence."

Zhuang Die explained: "And the description of the villa decoration that I memorized before, it belongs to the same novel of the reasoning world."

"When I introduced myself, I asked the architect, she doesn't play games, and she is not interested in mystery novels at all. Combined with the style of the pocket watch, I began to guess that this villa was not designed by her."

"The game engineer has never heard the description I recited. He doesn't fully understand the villa, so the architect thought of creating a power outage to escape. And when I read the sentence, he didn't have a special reaction."

"So there must be someone else, hiding behind all of you."

"This person knows the architect and helped the architect design the blueprint. He knows the game engineer and knows how the engineer will design the shady cutscene. He knows the black-hearted merchant, let the merchant sell the blueprint to each of you, and use different temptations to lead you into this game. gambling……"

Zhuang Die put down the wrist wearing the watch and straightened his sleeves.

There is no need to convert the time, anyone can see that the omen of darkness has come again.

The chandelier flickered, and the flames of the fireplace danced strangely, making everyone's faces flicker.

A huge black shadow clings to the wall.

"This is an old-fashioned decryption game, without gorgeous and shocking visual effects, and without a comfortable gaming experience. The rules of the game need players to explore by themselves. Only by finding the correct solution can a good ending be played."

Zhuang Die has thoroughly sorted out all his ideas: "I want to try a solution, but there is something that needs everyone's cooperation."

"What's the matter?!" The monkey youth had already slipped halfway, and hurriedly stopped, "Hurry up, so I can go back and hide!"

"Three times before, there was no Christmas Eve, and people died every time."

Zhuang Die said: "This time, please do your best to live until dawn."

These words seemed to trigger a certain reaction in Dreamland, those black shadows gathered together, the huge black shadows were almost as real, moving slowly along the wall, and finally hung above Zhuang Die's head.

From the corner of his eye, Zhuang Die saw the black cat with its back arched, and while talking to delay time, he backed away slowly.

"This villa has been carefully described in a book - I have read this book, it is timeless, and it is one of the best works of reasoning. The author is Agatha Christie, the eternal queen of reasoning... "

In the darkness that came down head-on, Zhuang Die quickly stooped to grab a handful, took a steady stride, and held up the black cat that was blowing fur.

"I guess, the name of this game is "No Survival."

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