"A screwdriver that can open anything, please!" Xia Chuhe said as he jumped to dodge the ghost hand's attacks.
The blue-collar worker shook his head in terror: "I don't want to go."
Xia Chuhe's gaze swept over everyone: "I understand your fear, but have you thought about why in the first round there was only a ghostly hand reaching out from the screen, but in the second round there were also wires from the computer? Is it possible that with each round, the ways the ghost catches people will become more diverse? Right now it's a ghostly hand on the screen and wires from the computer, will the next round add a mouse, keyboard, or even a gaming chair and computer desk? You can think carefully about the consequences of being passive."
The plaid shirt squatting on the computer desk hesitated. He originally didn't want to move and just wanted to hide, but Xia Chuhe was right, especially the second round of additional wire attacks, which put a lot of pressure on him.
One high school student even chimed in, "Well said! I'm willing to look for clues with you. Can I jump over the table right now?"
The man in the plaid shirt waved to stop a high school student: "Wait, I'll go with you."
He had already figured out that the person Xia Chuhe wanted to protect was a certain high school student, and only by acting together with that high school student could they obtain the protection of the firewall.
Xia Chuhe's sharp gaze lingered on the blue-collar worker: "If someone still chooses to waste time under these circumstances, I can hardly help but suspect his identity."
"I'm not a ghost!" the blue-collar worker retorted. "Who knows what's underground? I might die even faster if I go in. I need to think about it."
Xia Chuhe glanced at his phone; seven minutes had already passed since the second round of the ghost-catching game began.
"You have one minute."
The blue-collar worker fell into deep thought.
Mr. Dai clapped his hands: "Brilliant! With just a few words, you can make everyone act according to your wishes. Even ghosts aren't as terrifying as you. Who knows if you're a human or a ghost?"
A high school student pretended to accidentally touch the keyboard, causing it to fall under the table with a loud thud.
She seemed startled: "Uncle, have you thought this through? I can't take it anymore, I want to get there right away."
Beads of sweat glistened on the blue-collar worker's forehead. He said helplessly, "I'll go with you."
Upon hearing this, the high school student and the plaid shirt both breathed a sigh of relief.
The blue-collar worker climbed onto the computer desk and closely followed a high school student; the three of them successfully reached the iron gate.
"Open the door," Xia Chuhe urged.
"Don't rush, don't rush." The blue-collar worker bent down and rummaged through the repair kit, looking for the tools inside that could open everything.
The moment he looked down, the power cords of several nearby computers suddenly lashed out at the four of them like the tentacles of a crazed octopus.
Xia Chuhe patted a high school student, and the two of them jumped onto the computer desk together.
Seeing this, the plaid shirt and the blue-collar worker also tried to climb onto the table.
However, the power lines arrived too quickly, and the almost tangled web of wires completely blocked their path.
"Help, help me!" the plaid shirt cried out in despair.
The blue-collar worker was also flustered and too scared to speak.
Considering that she needed the props in the blue-collar worker's hands, Xia Chuhe couldn't help but want to try to save him. Although she didn't know if it would work, she still created a wall of fire to block the plaid shirt and the blue-collar worker.
The power lines hesitated for a moment, blocked by the flames. The flames silenced the living, and the tangled wires gradually calmed down, retracting to their original positions.
Although the power cord retracted, ghostly hands kept emerging. Except for the computer that Xia Chuhe blocked with his firewall, ghostly hands kept reaching out from the other computer screens, as if playing a game of whack-a-mole.
Fortunately, both the plaid shirt and the blue-collar worker were afraid of fire and instinctively crouched down on the ground, thus narrowly escaping the attack of the ghostly hand.
Taking advantage of the temporary dissipation of the power lines and the reduced threat of the ghostly hand, Xia Chuhe extinguished the flames and said firmly, "Open the door now."
The blue-collar worker didn't move, still squatting on the ground muttering, "Fire, fire, fire... Fire, fire... Put out the fire, put out the fire..."
The plaid-shirt-wearing man screamed in despair, “Ghosts! Ghosts! You’re all ghosts! You’re all trying to kill me! You all want me dead! Die! Who’s afraid of who! Die!”
Ignoring the tangled wires and dangerous computer screens, Mr. Dai strolled leisurely through the internet cafe, slowly walking to where the four people were: "Truly amazing. The ghost attacked so many times, yet it didn't cause a single casualty. You controlled it very well."
Xia Chuhe jumped down from the computer desk and tried to grab the blue-collar worker's tool bag.
The blue-collar worker knelt on the ground, clutching his bag tightly beneath him: "The arsonist monster... monster..."
"bite--"
A distant, soft sound reminded everyone that the second round of tag had ended and it was time to vote again.
"Give me paper! You're all ghosts! I'm going to write all of you down!" The plaid shirt was nearly driven mad by the ghosts' attacks and the fire Xia Chuhe had set.
"They're all ghosts, I'll vote them all out, I'll vote them all out to death!" the plaid shirt raved.
The blue-collar worker also stared at Xia Chuhe: "Monster."
Now that it's time to vote, the two most likely suspects to be the ghosts are undoubtedly Mr. Dai and Xia Chuhe.
"I know who the ghost is, I can see ghosts." A high school student made a startling statement that attracted everyone's attention.
A high school student pulled a blood-stained card from his pocket: "This is that germaphobe's prop card. Its function is to see everyone's identity. I found his prop card, so I know the ghost is—"
A high school student pointed at Mr. Dai and said, "The answer is so obvious that I don't even dare to choose you."
"Ha, if you really could see it, why didn't you say so in the last round? Why wait until this round?" Mr. Dai sneered. "Making the wrong bet can kill you, don't be fooled by her."
A high school student openly showed the card to everyone, allowing them to clearly see the words on it. Indeed, as she said, the card's function was to reveal the ghost's identity.
“I let you go last round because I was afraid you'd outsmart me, and I wanted to find more clues. But now there’s no time. If we don’t vote you out, we’ll all be in danger, so I have to take the risk.” The high school student spoke rapidly. “You have to believe me, or I’ll be the one who dies next round. Remember the first person who died? The ghost was afraid he’d reveal his identity, so it killed him! So, what I’m saying is the truth! This time, we have to vote the ghost out! I’m betting my life!”
Xia Chuhe secretly counted the seconds. There were still ten seconds left. Was the ghost really Mr. Dai?
As the pen tip touched the paper, Xia Chuhe's hand was pinched by a high school student.
10, 9, 8, 7...
Before the voting ended, the plaid shirt gave Xia Chuhe a deep look, gave her a forced smile, and wrote down the voting results on the paper.
"bite--"
The smile on the plaid shirt froze on his lips, his face gradually contorting: "It hurts."
As he spoke, he suddenly collapsed to the ground and stopped breathing completely.
The ballot he had been holding fell to the ground, revealing only one word on it—"Dai".
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