The images of the three people reappeared on the mirror, flashing in a loop, and Zhang Zhihu was the one who was ultimately chosen.
He looked at Xia Tianqiong, then at the female employee. Who should he choose?
The female employee has five clones, while Xia Tianqiong has twenty-one. There's no need to hesitate; choosing a female employee makes it easier to select the real body.
"Don't choose me, I don't want to die!"
The female employee looked pleading, tears welling up in her eyes.
Nobody wants to die!
Zhang Zhihu sighed, shifted his gaze, and looked at Xia Tianqiong.
"Thank you, thank you!"
The female employee quickly thanked him, thinking that the other party was kind and would let her off the hook for the time being.
Little did she know that Zhang Zhihu didn't choose her because of the rules of the game.
The rules state that the person who chooses the true identity can survive to the next round. What is a round? It should be when everyone chooses once that it can be called a round.
The first round is not over yet. If the female employee's real identity is selected, resulting in her death, then it would contradict the content of Rule 1.
Given the nature of this mysterious game, there might be a hidden rule.
That means the person who successfully selects the real body cannot be selected by anyone else in this round, otherwise they may be killed for violating the game rules.
As a veteran police officer, I still have this level of vigilance.
His gaze swept over each of Xia Tianqiong's mirror images, scrutinizing their eyes. His mind, however, was preoccupied with the keywords "familiarity" and "eye contact" mentioned by the female employee.
A mirror image is similar to copy and paste, capable of simultaneously mimicking actions and expressions, but there will certainly be differences.
Otherwise, the female employee wouldn't be able to tell which one was the cleaner just by looking at each other.
Therefore, the key may lie in the eyes.
The eyes are amazing organs; even without blinking, they can convey different emotions depending on one's mood.
Time passed slowly, and each of the three people present gained another clone.
Zhang Zhihu tried hard to analyze and carefully observed the eyes of the more than twenty Xia Tianqiongs.
Those eyes were utterly indifferent, appearing no different from anyone else's.
He watched for a while, and suddenly felt that the expression conveyed by one of the pairs of eyes was even colder, as if they were looking at a dead man.
He was startled; he had seen similar looks before.
Those vicious criminals who have killed people, or veterans who have killed people on the battlefield, all have this kind of indifferent look in their eyes.
"Found you!"
Zhang Zhihu snorted coldly, "Tell me everything you know, or I'll reveal your true identity right now."
Xia Tianqiong was somewhat surprised to see the other person staring directly at her. She hadn't expected that this old policeman could find her true identity just by observing her. She had to admire him.
If the true form is chosen, then there is only one way out: death.
Whether you know it or not, it won't change the outcome. Only the last person who survives can leave this game.
"Is there no other way? Then why are you so calm? Are you sure you can survive to the end?"
"certainly."
"Hmph! I've already found your true form. Second row, fourth from the left. If I point it out now, how can you survive under the rules of the game?"
Are you so sure?
Xia Tianqiong suddenly smiled, "Words are useless, you have to show it with your fingers to count. You can try!"
Zhang Zhihu was initially very certain, but after hearing these words, he suddenly became doubtful.
This guy understands the rules of the game and remains so calm; he probably isn't afraid of someone choosing his true identity.
But why is that?
Time passed in thought and hesitation, and another minute went by, with the number of clones increasing by one.
With less than a minute remaining, Zhang Zhihu suddenly looked up and glared at Xia Tianqiong.
"This is definitely a psychological tactic of yours. I'm absolutely certain which one is your real self."
As he spoke, he raised his hand, about to point out Xia Tianqiong's true form.
And what he chose was indeed correct.
Just as his arm was outstretched and about to point at the target, he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, and the person there vanished from the spot.
His hand was pointing, but it was pointing to a clone behind the original position.
"What happened? Where is everyone?" Zhang Zhihu's eyes widened, fear creeping onto his face.
"I'm here."
Suddenly, a head popped out from behind a mirror image of the person next to it.
It turned out that at the last moment, Xia Tianqiong used Shadow Teleportation to hide in the shadow of the mirror image clone.
Because the Mirror Image cannot replicate other strange tricks, the mirror image can remain frozen in place and does not move.
"You...you're not human?"
These were Zhang Zhihu's last words.
He was killed by the mirror image beside him before he received a reply.
Now only Xia Tianqiong and the hotel's female employee remain.
The image reappeared on the mirror. This time, there was no need for a loop, because in this round, only Xia Tianqiong had not yet made a choice.
"Please, don't choose me, I don't want to die."
The female employee pleaded, tears streaming down her face.
Xia Tianqiong shook her head. "There's no other way. The death game can only end when one person survives."
The female employee has seven clones at this time, and the probability of choosing the real one is only one in eight.
However, Xia Tianqiong wasn't worried about making the wrong choice; he had a solution.
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