Chapter 195 Death Game, Tsk, Police

"Tell me, what would happen if I chose to use poison on you?"

Lin Xi lay on the bed, looking at Amuro Toru with a smile.

Amuro Toru was speechless: "I will probably explode in front of you. If you don't want to be affected, you'd better stay away from me."

Lin Xi turned over as instructed, and turned back over after a few seconds:

"It's almost time to vote. Nervous, Bourbon?"

"Why should I be nervous?" Amuro Toru was still holding the book. "I'm a werewolf, why should I be nervous? And you, why are you so excited?"

"Because I'm about to use my antidote. After that, I'll be free. I hope someone will eliminate me soon. I want to explore this place freely, find the one hiding behind the scenes, and eliminate the tyranny of the game. The world belongs to the players..."

Talking weird again.

Amuro Toru ignored her, put down the book and looked at the bracelet.

It's almost dark.

During the day, they wandered around the underground building and witnessed the tragic scenes of many people being eliminated.

There are more people in other groups than theirs, and the elimination rate of the game is much higher than that of Werewolf.

According to Toru Amuro's estimate, the death toll during the day was as high as twenty.

One of the men suffered a mental breakdown after witnessing the death of his companion. He fled towards the exit regardless of anything, but was killed by the explosion as soon as he walked out of the room.

The bomb wasn't very powerful; it just blew him into pieces, but didn't turn him into a cloud of dust.

The carpet on the ground was burnt black and had a big hole in it, revealing the stone texture underneath.

The auction house waiter numbly cleaned up the mess.

They have already collected many corpses like today's.

While Amuro Toru was angry, he was also thinking about countermeasures.

He discovered the peculiarity of his group.

That is, Group A always seems to have a host.

In most cases, the host was absent from the games of other groups.

A screen was hung in Group A's room, projecting the shadow of the person behind the screen, and the hoarse and unpleasant voice was always in their ears.

Does this mean that the people behind the scenes are paying more attention to Group A than other groups?

In the opening remarks of the "Death Game", the word "revenge" was mentioned, which made Toru Amuro suspect that the person behind the scenes was playing this game to target certain people present.

Could these “certain people” be in Group A?

Werewolf is a game with preset camps that makes people cheat and kill each other.

When players raise their knives to kill others for their own lives, are the people behind the scenes watching and laughing secretly?

The hands of the clock on the wall pointed to 8 o'clock.

It's getting dark, and the werewolves should start to move around.

The bracelet's display screen showed a line of small text.

"Werewolves, please vote."

"Who do you choose to kill tonight? (Enter the numbers in the order in which you spoke.)"

Lin Xi came over: "Has it started?"

"Hmm." Amuro Toru thought for a moment, "I plan to give up."

“Not voting anymore?”

"Um."

"Aren't you afraid that the other werewolves will also give up? The host will just randomly choose one of you three to be eliminated?"

Amuro Toru smiled and said, "Then you should stay away from me... But, I don't think so."

"When comparing other people's lives to their own, most people value their own lives more. Besides, with your antidote, they'll definitely choose someone on the first night."

Lin Xi: "What about you?"

"What?"

Lin Xi: "Do you value other people's lives more or your own life?"

The corner of Amuro Toru's mouth curled up: "Why do you ask such unnecessary questions?"

"My own, of course."

"If life can be measured by value, then some lives are more precious, others are less valuable. It all depends on whether they are useful to me. And my own, haha... that's of course the most important."

Lin Xi: ...

She just watched him perform quietly without saying a word.

She had long discovered that this guy was actually exactly the same as the Zhufu brothers, both of whom were always ready to sacrifice themselves to create a future for others.

Tsk, the police.

"Are the voting results out?" Lin Xi asked boredly, supporting his head with his hands.

Amuro Toru kept looking at the bracelet, his eyes dimmed: "It's out."

He showed Lin Xi the results displayed on the bracelet.

"One vote for Asayama Hui, one vote for Konggu Yang... Haha, no way, that guy Asayama Onto is really a werewolf!"

Amuro Toru's face was filled with helplessness: "I didn't expect that either... What do you think the probability is that other people will vote for me besides him?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's zero." Lin Xi wiped the corner of his eyes, "Who did the ticket belong to?"

"Me," Amuro Toru said, "If I weren't a werewolf, I would probably have died in his hands the next day."

Lin Xi finally couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed out loud.

"It's okay, you won't die. I'll find a way to throw him out the next day...ah, my bracelet also showed it."

"Someone is going to die tonight. Will you use your antidote to save him?"

Save/Don't Save

Lin Xi clicked save.

"Your antidote has been successfully administered."

"You still have a bottle of poison? Do you want to use your poison?"

"whether"

Lin Xi clicked no.

"Tonight is Christmas Eve."

"Your poison is in a drawer in the room. Please take it at night."

Lin Xi opened her eyes wide.

"What does it mean? It wants me to poison myself to death?" She said in disbelief, "I'm such a weak and defenseless woman!"

Toru Amuro also saw the words on her bracelet.

He was also slightly surprised: Sure enough, people killed by werewolves at night would not be killed by explosions like during the day.

Since witches have to use poisons themselves, werewolves probably have to kill people themselves too.

Thinking of this, Toru Amuro's heart sank.

In his view, forcing innocent people to kill is a more heinous crime than killing them themselves.

Regardless of who the person chosen to become a werewolf was before, they shouldn't have to pick up a knife to survive.

Moreover, once someone is killed... it will slowly break the person's original moral bottom line.

After killing someone, you will start doing things that you would not do before.

After all, since he had killed people, it seemed that there was nothing wrong with doing other things.

Isn’t he a typical example?

"Let's find the 'poison' first." Amuro Toru said, "It should have been placed during the auction this morning when we were not in the room."

When they first arrived here, they checked the entire room and found nothing suspicious.

They opened all the drawers in the room and found a small bottle of potion in the drawer of the wardrobe.

The small glass bottle with a cork lay quietly on the soft cloth.

The transparent glass bottle contained a clear liquid. Lin Xi picked it up and shook it in his palm, then unscrewed the cork, sniffed it, and then replaced the cork.

"It's tasteless. Well, this kind of thing suits Mizutani Sayuri quite well." She was a bit lost for words. "A femme fatale is suited to smilingly accepting an invitation to afternoon tea, then slipping a colorless and odorless poison into someone's teacup, causing chaos after leaving... You know I've read Mizutani Sayuri's personality profile, right? She's definitely that kind of person."

"Could it be that the person behind this arranged the identity based on the character's setting?"

"Bourbon, you're more like a wolf than me. I can't accept that..."

Amuro Toru held his forehead and said, "Don't worry about this now."

"But I do suspect the game identities aren't random. The person behind the scenes enjoys seeing relatives turn against each other and lovers kill each other. Sora Aoi and Mizutani Sayuri are a sweet couple, which might be why he gave us a werewolf and a witch."

"In order to survive, the story has only two endings - either Kong Guyang plunges the knife into the chest of his lover, or Mizutani Sayuri puts poison into his lover's water glass."

"And to add to the drama, he didn't separate the two. They were still in the same room, spending every day together... Perhaps the person behind the scenes just wanted to see the despair on her face as she held the body of her deceased lover."

Lin Xi: "Wow, Bourbon, go write a novel! I love reading these kind of melodramatic stories."

Amuro Toru: "...This is speculation, not fiction."

Also, what is hateful melodrama?

Lin Xi: "You can write a nonfiction novel. After we get out, you can write a novel about what happened here. I'll... I'll write an application letter and help you apply for some funding."

She swallowed the words "I'll let Rum approve the funding for you."

That was a close call, I almost let it slip.

"Haha, then you're going to transform yourself from an intelligence officer into a novelist, opening up new areas for the organization in the literary world, huh?" Amuro Toru squinted his eyes. "Sorry, I'm very busy, and the intelligence team can't do without me. I'll leave this precious opportunity to you, Punch."

"I see you've always had a lot of free time, and your ideas are quite wild. Your novels will surely be very popular. That way, you can also earn a little extra money for the organization, right?"

"If you need my help signing your application, just come and see me. I'll definitely help you, Senior."

Lin Xi: “…”

Did this guy's mouth trigger a deadly rhythm?

I really want to have a mouth like Bourbon's, so that I can control the whole world, hehe.

"Go to bed early." She ended the topic. "I want to lie on the bed and play Snake."

That’s right, the thoughtful auction house was afraid that its customers would get bored, so it even stuffed small game consoles that can only be played alone into the bookshelves.

"Good night," Amuro Toru said, "but I still have to remind you - you just got out of bed half an hour ago."

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The next morning.

After breakfast, Toru Amuro and Lin Xi came to the room they were in yesterday.

They arrived on time, very close to the start of the game.

However, after they arrived, they found that some people had not come yet.

"Where are Mr. and Mrs. Asayama?" the old man with the goatee asked Asayama Rika, "I remember your rooms were quite close to each other."

Asayama Rika shook her head.

Seeing that she didn't want to communicate with others, the old man with goatee also shut his mouth tactfully.

One minute before 9 a.m., Asayama Hui finally arrived.

However, she brought a piece of bad news that was beyond everyone's expectations.

"I'm sorry, everyone, I'm late." She bowed slightly. "Everyone, my husband... passed away this morning."