There were still traces of the explosion on the floor of the Round Table Hall. The burn marks of black and red gunpowder spread out radially. A big hole was blown into the window, revealing a large area of sky under the setting sun. The broken glass shards spread all over the floor like broken crystals, reflecting the crimson sunset glow in the sky.
Twelve players were sitting on half of a round table, with the body of the thirteenth player lying on the table. The white cloth covering the body was stained with the afterglow of dusk, and the cold flesh was covered with coagulated brown blood, which shone bright red under the reflection of the setting sun.
Su Yi lowered his head in silence, biting his lower lip. The horrific shock from the collar bomb just now made his heart begin to ache again.
Her brows were furrowed, and an expression of pain appeared on her fair face. Su Yi lowered his head even lower, and covered his chest as inconspicuously as possible.
…It’s getting more and more painful.
He had been in very poor health since childhood and spent most of his time lying in bed. Running, jumping, or any slightly intense exercise could take his life.
Su Yi didn't want to expose his physical condition so quickly. If other players, especially the murderer, knew that he was in such poor health, they might bully him.
The setting sun shone on his pale face, and large areas of his skin were painted with a warm yellowish color, like mutton-fat jade with a warm luster. When he lowered his head, the lines of his neck and shoulders were incomparably graceful, like a swan ready to be slaughtered.
The pure white lace wedding dress glowed with a pale yellow halo in the dusk. Su Yi frowned in sorrow and endured the pain quietly, like an angel in distress. This look was so low-key that it was impossible to look away.
[What a beautiful sunset, what a beautiful wife! ]
[Wow, so beautiful! Even if the sky falls, it will be supported by my wife's beauty!]
[My mom always asks me why my screen is always wet? Oh, it turns out I am licking my wife prprprprprr]
…
After a short silence, the small TV started to show new comments. Su Yi endured the numbing pain in his heart and saw that no one dared to express their thoughts on the explosion. Everyone was forced to abide by the cruel rules and dared not even mention it in a subtle way.
Everyone tacitly understood and continued to do what they were supposed to do. Players focused on the script-killing, and the audience watched for fun, keeping silent about the explosion that had already happened. It was absurd, like the "elephant in the room", which was obviously a shocking existence, but was blatantly ignored by everyone. They knew it, but realized that they shouldn't know it, and finally lost their voices and pretended not to know.
If it weren't for the strong smell of burning from the explosion still lingering at the scene, Su Yi would almost think that the bomb detonated by the system never existed.
[Congratulations! There are currently 236 people watching on the small TV, and 108 viewers are following you. Please keep up the good work! ]
The screen still popped up the necessary prompts, the words were polite and encouraging, even though it was about to blow him up the previous second.
Su Yi felt a kind of mechanical coldness. As long as the players played the script-killing game well, the light screen would be in friendly mode, answering all questions, comforting and encouraging them, and taking care of their emotions. Once the players did not follow the unspoken rules, the light screen would immediately change to attack mode.
This time the attack on him was particularly severe. According to Sister Lin, newcomers would generally be given a chance to repent if they triggered the unspoken rules, so they wouldn't be bombed right away. Su Yi was reflecting on what he was thinking just now...
Suddenly, my hands felt warm.
The big hand held Su Yi's slender little hand, transmitting the warmth of the palm through the white lace bridal gloves, interrupting his dangerous thoughts.
"Injured?"
The eldest young master turned his head with concern. He was wearing a platinum mask on his face. Su Yi could not see his entire expression. He could only see his eyes, which were as dark as the night, revealing an inexplicable affection.
"...No." Su Yi shook his head, unable to withstand the other party's gaze. He looked away, not daring to meet the young master's gaze:
"Just now...thank you."
If it weren't for Young Master Bai who was sitting next to him and pulled him off his seat at miraculous speed, the collar bomb would have been around his neck long ago.
The system wanted him dead, so naturally there would be no time for anyone to save him. Speaking of which... Su Yi recalled the situation at that time, Young Master Bai's actions were really a bit... too fast.
Can a normal person, even a normal human who has received special training, really use his mortal body to successfully stop the collar bomb of an intelligent system in the split second?
This reaction was so fast that it almost seemed like he had foreseen the whole thing.
This thought suddenly popped up in his mind, and Su Yi condemned himself slightly. The young master had just risked his life to save him, so he shouldn't doubt others.
"I'm glad you're okay." Young Master Bai smiled at him gently. "I felt a little uncomfortable seeing your expression just now. I was worried whether you were hurt somewhere."
[Wow, young master is so gentle, I always love gentlemen! I hope you two can get married and enter the bridal chamber soon!]
[Yes, yes, me too! I hope the Third Young Master will inherit the family business and start a career instead of messing around. I am also waiting to see the sweet ending of the First Young Master and the Young Lady getting married first and then falling in love!]
[Ah, am I the only one who is different? I just want to order a song for the young master: Love is a green light. Your wife is fine, and the next second is mine!]
Several vile words related to Young Master Bai were clearly visible on the barrage. Su Yi saw that the young master was glancing at his small TV with a playful look in his eyes.
He immediately reached out and turned the small TV around so that the young master couldn't see it, smiled awkwardly and apologized.
The small TV was turned so that it was facing the magician and the third young master. The magician glanced at it, raised his eyebrows, and stopped looking.
The third young master Bai Shen has always sneered at barrages. That group of people is the best portrayal of human beings as parrots. He has never bothered to watch the dense beeping on the small TV.
Bai Shen glanced at Su Yi's small TV, and couldn't take his eyes away. An ambiguous pink color floated across it:
[Did the one who said the young master was gentle and gentlemanly just come in? Didn’t you see them in the cloakroom before?]
[Mr. Bai kills people with a gun, and after killing them, he forces his wife into a wheelchair, hugs her, and sniffs and inhales her like a mad dog!]
[Is this so exciting?! Isn’t that young master a beast in human form and a perverted gentleman? Damn, I love him even more!]
When he saw the barrage, the Third Young Master clenched his fists almost immediately, and his nails burned into his palms, and he hissed.
The sound is so low that it is almost inaudible.
At this moment, Su Yi raised his head, and pricked up his ears alertly like a rabbit. He seemed to have heard some sound just now. He turned his head and was about to look towards the Third Young Master...
The magician sitting between them stretched lazily at the right moment, his tall figure stretched out like a mountain, just right to block Su Yi's sight, interrupting his and Bai Shen's line of sight that was about to be connected, and also saving someone from hissing and selling misery.
Su Yi looked around and didn't see anything unusual. He suspected that he had heard it wrong.
The burn on the palm of his hand was still painful, and the third young master sat there silently. Su Yi was a very perceptive person in all aspects, and if he hummed again, he would definitely notice him.
But Bai Shen pursed his lips tightly and didn't make a sound. He looked at the magician who deliberately blocked him with disdain, feeling disdain in his heart.
His current title of White God is also the result of countless wounds. He never made a sound when he was injured, let alone using these wounds to beg for charity from others. What's the difference between him and a dog?
The magician was actually afraid that he would snatch away the opportunity to wag his tail and beg for mercy. How childish and ridiculous.
Even if he died, killed by the collar bomb, he would not show Su Yi the wound on his hand, relying on that little bit of pitifulness to win his favor.
The third young master hid his injured left hand under the table, turned his face away, and faced the back of his head in Su Yi's direction, not looking at anyone.
...But the comments he had seen before kept replaying in his mind.
My heart felt itchy as if it was being scratched by a cat. I didn't expect that disabled wretch would hold Su Yi and do such a thing in the cloakroom.
The Third Young Master imagined how it felt. He couldn't tell what it felt like. Su Yi must have been terrified. Being held in the arms of a disabled mad dog, sniffing and inhaling, with its hot breath sprayed on her delicate skin, her skin must have turned red. She was trembling, afraid, wronged, and unable to escape. I wonder if she was licked by the dog's tongue...
The players present turned their attention back to the body on the round table and stopped thinking about the explosion. The system's mechanical voice sounded again:
"The corpse inspection is about to end. You have two minutes left to observe. Please take notes of any suspicious points as soon as possible."
"Werewolf mask." The magician reached out and took it from the corpse to examine it. "This man must be a member of the groom selection process. Doesn't anyone know him?"
Su Yi remembered that the Third Young Master, the Magician, Singer Liu, and Lawyer Chen all participated in this session.
At that time, he saw a row of candidates in the church. It was estimated that the remaining men were put in by the system NPC to make up the numbers, which made it look more oppressive. Otherwise, choosing your husband from four or five men was a bit too easy.
The groom selection required uniform changes of clothing and masks. Su Yi remembered that the magician came in later, so the Third Young Master, Singer Liu, and Lawyer Chen, who had been prepared before, should have had a chance to meet the deceased player number 13.
Su Yi turned his gaze to the Third Young Master.
But for some reason, this person turned his face away, only showing the back of his head to him, as if... he didn't want to pay any attention to him at all.
Su Yi had no choice but to look at others. Lawyer Chen thought for a moment and said:
"I've encountered this before. When I was choosing masks, I was planning to choose the werewolf mask, but he cut in line, bumped into me, and snatched the werewolf mask away. It was very strange."
Lawyer Chen paused for a moment and considered his words: "How should I put it? It seems like he is mentally ill."
Singer Liu: "Now that you mention it, I remember it now! This guy was very tall and strong, and I was a little scared of him. I chose a skull mask, but I ended up standing next to him. It was really unlucky, but I noticed that he seemed to be... shaking slightly the whole time."
trembling…?
Maid Lin asked, "Is he afraid of something?"
"No, I can't say for sure." Liu Ge scratched his head, "It just feels like... like a Parkinson's attack, my hands are shaking uncontrollably."
This description...seems like an illness.
Su Yi immediately thought of the yellow powder on the deceased's suit pants. Generally speaking, the appearance of powder in script-killing games is basically related to poison.
Mentally ill, shaking for no apparent reason...
Did this thirteenth player really die from the shooting of the eldest young master?
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