The black blade is the big guy's weapon, or rather, his ultimate move.
No one expected that he would suddenly become emotional and break free from mental control. When he suddenly went berserk and attacked the pale boy in 308, even the shield girl who was one step away did not react and failed to stop him in time.
The black arrow began to melt as soon as it pierced the body. The pale boy tried to pull it out, but only encountered an ever-expanding hole.
Perhaps it was the physical fitness that the game had given him that took effect. The moment his chest was pierced, the boy didn't fall down immediately. Instead, he opened his eyes wide and turned his head, opening his mouth to face the shield girl: "Save me..."
The shield girl immediately rushed over to help him, but by the time she touched him, his body was already cold.
The big guy was still yelling, "Yue Qiong, you're so frivolous! If you were a good student, I'd tear my head off and let you kick it like a ball. Do you think others haven't seen you? You even killed Brother Pan and Brother Li! Fuck you..."
His shouting stopped abruptly.
The silver bracelet that was originally tied on the pale boy's hand turned into a stream of light as he died, forming an identical black blade in front of the big man's neck, and then cut his neck.
Both bodies vanished into thin air simultaneously, as the data stream transformed into a game prompt—
[Ding, the informer Dormitory 102 has been wiped out! ]
[A snitch's dormitory has disappeared, and all candidates will learn three additional hidden rules. Please note that the information you have obtained this time is:]
[1. The entire game consists of four mission phases, and the third mission phase will begin after three minutes.]
2. The positions of the informer and the good student are irreconcilable.
[3. The total number of informants in this competition is: 24!]
The prompt sounded only once, and everyone concentrated nervously, wanting to imprint every word in their minds.
Tang Xinjue raised his eyebrows.
Regardless of the timing of the big guy's death, these three pieces of information alone came at the perfect time.
She turned to her roommate and asked, "Do you remember the words the game prompted when we were catching Pokémon just now?"
——Please do your best to catch the elves that land on the balcony.
——Please do your best to eliminate the informers.
The two consecutive "try your best" with a stronger emphasis can show the direction of the game.
This directive was even more apparent in these three messages. The total number of informants confirmed Tang Xin Jue's statement.
When is it necessary to count the number of people?
A situation where no one can be spared.
"24 people, 24 people..." Someone began counting on his fingers: "The first man who voluntarily quit the game counts as one, and the three people from the dormitory on the first floor who were wiped out just now also count as one. So the number of people who haven't been discovered yet is 20..."
"No." Tang Xin Jue's voice interrupted them: "The first informant dormitory to be wiped out had two people, the second had three, and three more informants died. There are currently 16 informants still alive, and they are spread across three to five dormitories."
Everyone: “???”
Did they miss something? How were these things judged?
But with only two minutes left, they didn't have time to delve into the details. Someone asked directly, "Even if what you said is true, as long as the informant is hiding in the dormitory, what can we do to them?"
This is also where they feel the most frustrated.
In fact, judging solely by strength, the good students were definitely far stronger than the informer. However, one was in the open, while the other was in the dark. The informer was protected by the dormitory, so unless his identity was exposed and he came out to confront them head-on, there was no chance of killing him.
"Not necessarily." A candidate suddenly spoke up. "How did those dorm students on the first floor who were wiped out just now die? Nei Sha Da Ge called them Brother Pan and Brother Li, right? I observed that the ice spikes and poisonous spiders all came from there."
Since they could be killed even though they were hiding in the dormitory, could we do the same to other informants as long as we found their locations?
"Those two were killed because they took the initiative to attack others, and they were traced back to them. Understand?" Someone immediately refuted, glancing at 308. "We could ask how that brother named Yue Qiong did it—it's a pity he might be dead already."
Almost everyone thought that the pale boy who had just been killed by Chuanxin was "Yueqiong" himself who wiped out the entire informant's dormitory on the first floor.
After all, he was the one who testified on behalf of 308, and he also endured the big man's full-strength attack before his death. Now both of them are dead and there is no evidence, and 308 seems to be frightened and has closed the doors and windows. There is really no other guess.
Even the people in 606 hesitated for a moment. Zheng Wanqing scratched his neck and said in confusion: "Yue Qiong is him? Black fog is also his ability? He died..." So easy?
"Fake."
Tang Xin Jue said without hesitation: "Yue Qiong is the masked man, and this boy is just a puppet that was pushed out."
"Remember the bracelet on his hand? Two people have died in their dorm so far, and when they came out, they were trembling with fear and didn't dare to speak. People with real power wouldn't be so timid. Also, they all wore this necklace on their hands - that necklace should be a control prop."
She did not use a mental connection during this conversation. Her voice was clear and cold, floating in the air. It was also heard by those nearby who were paying attention and showed different expressions.
But no matter what, everyone who knew Dormitory 308 was already dead. Even if they were indeed the traitors, it would only make the other candidates more cautious:
Who can be sure that they can catch them all in one fell swoop under the secret watchful eyes of such a group of informers?
…No, someone once said that.
One, two, more and more eyes were silently and quickly cast on Tang Xinjue.
If they remembered correctly, the girl with a ponytail who often stood on the sixth-floor balcony to watch as a VIP was the first one to announce the "reverse hunting".
If you dare to say such things, you must be a big shot, at least you must be confident, right?
But time passed minute by minute, and everyone was waiting until their mouths were dry, but they still didn't see her make a move.
Not only that, the other party even has the mind to chat with roommates?
On the balcony, Guo Guo counted the number of informers and realized there was something he didn't understand in Tang Xinjue's words: "How could there be only two people in the first informer dormitory to be wiped out?"
In her memory, it started with a sinister boy who killed a guy from the unlucky male dormitory 303 with an explosive arrow. After being found by the shield girl, they sniped him at the middle gate, but when he found out he couldn't win, he used the props to quit the game... After he was declared dead, the game announced that the dormitory was wiped out, and no other "roommate" appeared from beginning to end.
From this perspective, shouldn’t sinister boys sleep in single rooms?
Then shouldn’t there be 17 informants still alive?
Tang Xin Jue smiled faintly: "Just because your roommate doesn't show up doesn't necessarily mean he doesn't exist. He could also be dead."
As soon as these words were uttered, more than 20 meters away, the boy who was boredly observing the cloak on the balcony of the unlucky men's dormitory in Building A paused, slowly smoothed the curly hair on his head, and glanced in the direction of Tang Xinjue inadvertently.
He just happened to meet Tang Xinjue's smiling gaze.
"..." He pursed his lips and smiled shyly, then retreated to the door and subtly reminded, "It seems like there's not much time left before the capture activity begins."
Once the capture begins, players are prohibited from attacking each other, as they may never have the chance to eliminate the informer.
The student in the next dorm looked at him strangely: "What's wrong with you two? How can you still laugh at this time? Especially you, two of your roommates are dead?"
Guo Guo was stunned.
Her train of thought seemed to be suddenly unlocked by these words, and a light bulb went off in her head: "The dead roommate is fake!"
The girl's voice of sudden realization was particularly clear in the air. Guo Guo excitedly grabbed Zheng Wanqing's arm and said, "I understand now. The person who died first wasn't really dead at all. The person who really died had actually died a long time ago. It was the roommate of that gloomy boy. So the number of people matches..."
Zheng Wanqing: "??? Do you want to listen to what you're saying?"
Could you explain the logic of this passage in a simple and understandable way using language that she can understand?
Guo Guo: "That's it..."
"Can you please stop wasting time? Is there any way to kill the informer?"
Before anyone in 606 could continue, someone, already impatient, interrupted them and shouted, "If you don't have the guts, stop pretending! If you don't want to fight, I'll go back inside!"
"You can go back." Tang Xinjue was not angry, but just nodded sideways, "It may be too late."
Before he finished speaking, bony blue monsters descended from the sky onto the balcony. At the same time, the cold, mechanical voice of the game appeared:
[The elf catching activity has begun, all candidates start catching! ]
“Oh my god!!”
The whole audience was in an uproar, but no one cared much. They could only swear in their hearts that they would never be fooled by a black-hearted candidate like 606 again, and then they rushed to the balcony and waited for the elf to come down.
But they did not wait for the expected elf.
I saw the "Blue Elves" falling like raindrops, but when they got closer to my eyes, they suddenly changed and turned into fireworks that were still burning!
[Black Saturday Fireworks: Let all living things that witness the fireworks become extremely unlucky on Saturday!]
"What is this??!"
Many people screamed and stepped back, but they saw that the fireworks did not release any harmful skills, and disappeared in the blink of an eye as soon as they hit the ground.
The black-haired curly boy shaved his white nose bridge, listened to his roommate banging on the balcony window behind him and asked, and smiled and replied:
"This is a true large-scale group attack item."
His gaze fell on the balcony of Room 606 opposite without blinking: at the moment when the fireworks rain fell and everyone was busy with their own affairs, an arrow with a lucky five-pointed star on it had quietly shot out and flew towards the fifth floor, aiming at a short girl who had just hurried out to catch a Pokémon, but was protected by everyone in the dormitory.
The tip of the arrow, tempered with ice, went straight to the heart of the short girl with a stunned expression!
The author has something to say: ---
Tang Xin Jue: Thanks for the invitation. I only cheat people, not pretend.
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