Chapter 199: Death Game It seems that we can only rely on Punch...
Looking at Punch's expression, Toru Amuro once again felt a strange sense of guilt that was hard to describe.
It was the same feeling he had felt on the cruise ship when he had trapped her between the sofa and his arms.
In some ways, Punch displays remarkable maturity. She excels at understanding others' psychology, is familiar with human weaknesses, and enjoys exploiting their character flaws to achieve her own goals. She tends to place herself in leadership positions, possessing a strong desire to control the people and events around her. This is the profile of Punch written by Toru Amuro in her file.
But in other ways, Punch possesses a naiveté that is out of place in the organization.
...You could also say it's childish.
Although she has a strong desire for control, she expects accidents to happen; although she has a very deep understanding of the human body structure and knows how to kill people elegantly and quickly, she is completely insensitive to another aspect of the human body - sex.
Just like now——
The ladies all avoided him, but this guy's face was full of eagerness to see Asayama Onto's naked body.
Toru Amuro knew that the human body was no different from an animal's body to Punch. She came over just to verify her guess about the cause of Asayama Onto's death.
However, for some reason—perhaps it was Rei Furuya's moral motives? Amuro Toru didn't want her to see Asayama Onto's body.
So he narrowed his eyes, his expression becoming a little pitiful: "Sayuri..."
Lin Xi:?
What does this guy want to do?
"Can you wait for me outside?" the blond man said. "If Sayuri saw Mr. Asayama's body, I'd be jealous."
Lin Xi: ...
There was some good-natured laughter among the men.
Lin Xi opened the fan with a snap: "Okay."
Then, using the cover of the fan, he glared at his subordinate who started to act coquettishly regardless of the occasion, and walked out of the room.
After seeing her leave, Toru Amuro took off Asayama Onto's pajamas and underwear.
Asayama Hui clenched her hands tightly.
Seeing the tragic state of the man being raped, the people present cried out in shock.
“Oh my god…”
"How did this happen?"
Asayama Onoren's skin was red, swollen and eroded, and in serious cases it had ulcerated and oozed pus.
Several men felt a chill run down their spines, sympathizing with Asayama Onto. When he was alive, what kind of perseverance did he muster to pretend to be a normal person every day?
"Mr. Konggu!" Asayama Hui reacted strongly. "I hope my husband can be buried in peace, not be surrounded by a bunch of people and stared at like a monkey!"
"Is your examination complete?"
"Mrs. Asayama." Amuro Toru glanced at her and put the sheet back on the body. "I now suspect that you poisoned the deceased through his underwear, causing his death. Therefore, the deceased's underwear needs to be placed somewhere safe until the police take over."
"You said I poisoned my husband?" Asayama Hui's emotions began to become agitated. "I've already told you since you started to doubt me! I've already told you! My husband's health has been problematic to begin with, what else can I say?"
"Now you're exposing my husband's body to others... with so many people watching..."
Seeing the usually dignified and calm Asayama Hui become like this, everyone felt a little sorry:
After all, with her festering vagina and chaotic private life, it's hard not to suspect that Asayama Onto has some infectious disease, and for a big family that values reputation, this is even more terrifying than losing one's life.
But Amuro Toru calmly explained, "Isn't that right, Mrs. Asayama? You chronically poisoned Mr. Asayama by applying paraquat solution to his underwear—the ulcers on your husband's breasts were caused by local exposure to the poison. There's a dark green ring around his iris, caused by the reaction of paraquat with tear sulfides. You said Mr. Asayama had a history of asthma for two or three years, and even several times it was so severe that he had difficulty breathing and was admitted to the emergency room. It wasn't caused by contact allergies at all, right? In fact, it was because you poisoned him, and the paraquat gradually destroyed his lungs, causing permanent damage, right?"
"His last visit to the hospital was shortly before he arrived here, and the bruise on the back of his hand from the catheter hasn't even healed yet. You were very discreet, controlling the dosage very carefully each time. You stopped using the medication after he went to the hospital due to his uncomfortable symptoms, and only continued to poison him after he was discharged and gradually recovered."
"Because the symptoms of chronic paraquat poisoning are very similar to those of allergic asthma, the hospital misdiagnosed it."
"The use of paraquat is strictly restricted in Japan, and only those working in related industries can obtain it. But considering that you majored in agriculture in college, it shouldn't be difficult to obtain this pesticide."
"And according to Asayama Onto's personality—Mrs. Asayama, you were the one who prepared all the changes of clothes for the auction this time, right?"
"After having him change into the medicated underwear, all you had to do was wait quietly for the poison to take effect. When he was sweating profusely and struggling to breathe, I bet you didn't sit outside in the living room as you said, or help him get his acute asthma medication. Instead, you stood where I am now, coldly watching his futile struggles, right?"
"Of course, the above are just my guesses. As for the evidence..." Amuro Toru folded the clothes in his hands, "When the police arrive, we can just test Mr. Asayama's underwear."
Asayama Hui's face was a little pale.
She had no idea that a young man brought in would discover the crime she had been planning for several years and no one had suspected until now.
She's clearly just a lover...why does she know so much about toxicology?
She had seen the suspicious looks cast upon her from those around her.
However, it is not time to admit defeat yet.
She closed her eyes and said, "Mr. Konggu, these are just your guesses. I know exactly what I have done."
There was still time. Even if so many people were present and heard Kong Guyang's words, it didn't matter. In a few days, there wouldn't be many left.
During this time... we must find a way to destroy the evidence in his hands...
"Please leave my room. I need some quiet time alone."
Finally, we have to find a way to get rid of this man.
A flash of murderous intent flashed across Asayama Hui's eyes.
Toru Amuro seemed unaware of her murderous intent. He went out to find the waiter and asked him to bring a sealed bag to put Asayama Atsuto's clothes away.
Then he found Lin Xi outside and walked back to the room with her.
"Your guess is correct." Amuro Toru said briefly, "Asayama Kei did poison Asayama Atsuto through his underwear."
This was what Punch had meant when he mouthed the word to him in the back room at the beginning.
"Hehe." Lin Xi smiled, "Actually, when Qianshan Wenren came to see me the night before yesterday, I suspected that he had been poisoned."
"oh?"
"There was a smell in his breath when he exhaled," Lin Xi said, "but it was very faint... and mixed with his bad breath, so I wasn't sure at the time."
"You better be careful next time, Bourbon," she said with a smile. "Mrs. Asayama doesn't look like the type to let anyone off easily. She's smart and knows how to exploit the rules—be careful she discovers your identity and vote for you."
"You should worry about yourself first." Amuro Toru walked to the bookshelf and took out the book he had been reading halfway yesterday. "You have already used the antidote. You are still pretending to be a prophet. Another werewolf might turn against you."
"It doesn't matter. I'm going to slip away after eight o'clock," she said, taking out the bottle of clear liquid and tossing it up and down. "It would be even better if the werewolf chose me. It would be a waste of an opportunity to kill someone."
Toru Amuro:?
"What do you mean?" He stared at the poison in Lin Xi's hand, "Are you going to take this bottle of medicine..."
——Use it on yourself?
"Yes." Lin Xi heard what Amuro Toru hadn't said yet, and smiled brightly. "The prophet 'Mizutani Sayuri' was poisoned to death by a witch whose identity has not yet been revealed. To avenge her, 'Korutani Yang' vowed to find the witch among the remaining people and kill her - how do you feel about that?"
Amuro Toru's eyes half-mooned: "You have a bad taste. How would the real prophet feel about you?"
"He didn't show up today anyway." Lin Xi shrugged. "If he doesn't show up, then he shouldn't show up again."
After Lin Xi died, even if the real prophet came out again, he would not be convincing.
No one would believe his identity.
"But, what are you going to do?" Amuro Toru tilted his head, "Fake your death? How can I cooperate with you..."
"No need." Lin Xi shook her head and turned her wrist. Amuro Toru saw that the bracelet that was originally pressed tightly on her wrist was now in her hand.
"I never told you, but I could have left a long time ago. This bracelet is just a decoration to me."
"It's just that I can untie mine, but I can't do anything about yours."
Just put the bracelet into the system space and take it out instantly.
Very simple.
After admiring Toru Amuro's trembling expression, Lin Xi continued, "To unlock yours, I have to find the mastermind and detonate the bomb from his terminal. If I stay in this game forever, I'll just be led by the mastermind."
"As for how to explain Mizutani Sayuri's absence tomorrow... I can just find a corpse and disguise myself as Mizutani Sayuri."
"You must strive to live until I find the mastermind behind this, Bourbon~"
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Eight o'clock in the evening.
Seeing the question pop up on the bracelet asking whether to use poison, Lin Xi chose yes.
She is outside the hotel at the moment.
Many people have died in the Death Game so far.
No matter how late the other groups' games were, they would still end before 8pm.
The remaining survivors have locked themselves in their rooms, unwilling to move around at night under the shadow of death, so the corridors are now deserted.
Lin Xi walked along the corridor and stopped in front of a door.
This is the room where the man in the African mask lives.
She opened the door - although it was locked, because she had just chosen on her bracelet that she wanted to use poison, all the door locks opened automatically when she approached.
There was no light on in the room, and it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The sound of Lin Xi opening the door and the sound of his footsteps seemed particularly loud.
Lin Xi walked slowly from the door to the coffee table.
In the darkness, a pair of eyes stared at her, with a strong murderous intent surging in them.
Come closer... When she comes closer, he will come out and kill her.
But Lin Xi just stopped.
She seemed defenseless, leaving her back to unknown danger, puzzled by the unexplained disappearance of the room's owner.
Those hiding in the shadows are unwilling to wait any longer.
Even if it wasn't the best position now, she hadn't reached the position he expected, and he couldn't wait any longer.
Because of this angle, she could see him as long as she turned her head slightly.
The man in the shadow thought of this and attacked boldly.
The dagger in his hand flashed coldly and stabbed fiercely at the woman's heart on the back.
Then, as if she had eyes on her back, the woman, who had been completely unaware, dodged the blow by leaning sideways, her high heels not hindering her agility at all. As the man, unable to stop due to inertia, hurtled forward, Lin Xi reached out and grabbed his wrist, applying force. The pain made him scream, and the dagger landed on the soft carpet with a clatter.
He fell to the ground and saw silver high heels stepping on the ground in front of him, and a slender hand picked up the dagger on the ground.
The hand was painted with bright red nail polish, which made the woman's skin look even whiter.
I'm going to be killed by the werewolf - the man thought so, pretending to be weak, covering his wrist and lying on the ground gasping for breath.
But when the woman turned around, he took advantage of the pain to ease a little and stood up again to attack the woman.
He heard a scoff, then a sharp pain in his other wrist.
Lin Xi twisted his arm behind his back at a strange angle.
He cried out in pain, and now he really couldn't move.
Lin Xi put his dagger on the coffee table, turned around to find the lamp, and turned on the light in the room.
The sudden bright environment made the man close his eyes.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the woman sitting on the sofa in front of him, with her legs crossed, playing with the dagger he had risked bringing in.
The silver-white toes of her shoes were pointing straight at him, and he was almost kneeling in front of her.
When he saw the woman's face, he couldn't help but scream, "Mizutani Sayuri? How could it be you!"
No, this person definitely couldn't be a werewolf, because as a prophet, he had verified her identity on the first night.
The result of the test was that Sayuri Mizutani was a human.
But how could she break into his room after 8pm?
Thoughts raced through the man's mind as he spoke, "I know you're not a werewolf. If I had known it was you who broke into my room, I would never have hidden behind the bookshelf and attacked you."
The reason why he hid in that dark corner after eight o'clock every night, ready to attack anyone who broke into his room, was to guard against werewolves.
He still had things he hadn't finished, and he couldn't just die at the hands of a werewolf.
Originally, if no werewolves came to kill him tonight, he would have waited until eight in the morning to find his target and kill him. Asayama Hui's way of killing her own husband, circumventing the rule of eliminating one person during the day, had inspired him to do the same. This way, he would both accomplish his purpose and minimize the risk of being eliminated from the game.
On the sofa, Lin Xi raised her eyebrows when she heard the man's answer.
"You know I'm not a werewolf?" she asked slowly. "So, you're pretty sure of my identity?"
Her strong posture makes her look very oppressive.
Looking at those charming black eyes, the man seemed to see a beast with green eyes hidden under the elegant appearance.
He didn't dare lie. "Of course. I'm a prophet. On the first day you pretended to be me, I tested your identity after returning. The result was that you were a good person... I think you claimed to be a prophet to gain some initiative in your speech today, and also to protect me, the real prophet. That's why I didn't jump out to confront you."
"Really?" Lin Xi said with a half-smile, "Isn't it because you want to survive to the end and don't want to be targeted by werewolves because of your identity as a prophet that you have been hiding your identity this whole time?"
A drop of sweat fell on the man's forehead.
"Get up, stop pretending." Lin Xi said, "I didn't use much strength at all - you should have been able to get up a long time ago, right?"
"I don't want to resort to violence, and I'm not here to kill you. Why don't we have a harmonious and friendly negotiation?"
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At the same time, in the room of Kamituji Shin and Asayama Rika.
Asayama Rika's hands were shaking.
She closed her eyes and clenched her hands tightly, trying to ease the spasmodic tremors, but to no avail - originally only the fingertips were shaking, but now it had spread to her entire arm.
She let go of his hand in frustration.
A bright red light flashed on the bracelet, guiding her to the closet in the room.
Numbly, she followed the instructions, opened the closet, and found a sharpened dagger beneath Kamituji Shin's neatly folded clothes.
She grasped the dagger, and the cold feeling coming from the handle made her shudder.
She recalled that a quarter of an hour ago, she was sitting in the room, staring at the bracelet, waiting for the results of the werewolf vote.
Another of her fellow werewolves chose not to vote. Another chose not to vote at all.
She chose Asayama Hui, just like last night.
Survival and... revenge became her only two obsessions now.
But when she thought about using this dagger to pierce her own mother's heart, Asayama Rika was still a little scared.
Do you really want to do this?
The cold dagger reflected her face in the plush rabbit mask.
No, I can't hesitate. Asayama Rika took a deep breath.
There's no turning back now.
This is not only for Ah Xin, but also for herself.
Kill all the good guys to win the game as a werewolf.
Besides, isn't Mom a murderer herself? She's not a werewolf, but she killed Dad in order to avoid being voted out during the day.
She just... just made the justice of blood debt come earlier.
Asayama Rika found a reason to convince herself, opened the door and walked out of the room.
The corridor was deserted at this hour. Not only were there no guests, but even the waiters had disappeared, no one knew where they had gone.
Asayama Rika held the dagger and began to struggle again.
This time, the question was not whether or not to kill someone, but where to put the dagger.
If you hold it in your hand, you're afraid someone will see it; if you put it in your pocket, you're afraid it will fall out; if you keep it close to your body, you're afraid you'll cut yourself.
After struggling for a long time, Asayama Rika finally held the dagger in her hand. She kept an eye on the situation in front of her and behind her, afraid that someone would suddenly appear and notice her holding a knife.
Fortunately, she walked safely to Asayama Hui's door without meeting anyone on the way.
She watched the electronic lock on the door click open, and she stood in front of the door without doing anything.
Could it be that the game host had been keeping an eye on me? Otherwise, why did the door open automatically the moment she reached Qianshan Hui's door?
Asayama Rika felt suffocated.
She felt overwhelmed when she thought that her struggles and pains in the past few days were all just fun in the eyes of others.
She turned around and saw the camera facing her in the hallway.
She stared at the camera for a few seconds, wondering if the mastermind behind the scenes was sitting leisurely behind the camera, admiring the way she trembled while holding the knife.
Ah Xin... She called out her lover's name in her heart, even though she knew that person would never respond to her again.
Ah Xin, please bless me.
Then she took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
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In the corridor.
A waiter with a dull expression walked by, carrying a tray.
Just now, he was teased by his colleagues, saying that he was really unlucky. Some people wanted to have a midnight snack so late, so he had to heat up the food and serve it to the customers after get off work.
He responded with a wry smile, picked up the tray, walked past them, and walked out of the kitchen.
121, 122, 123… He counted in his mind.
Finally, he stopped in front of a door.
He seemed oblivious to the camera pointing at the door, holding a tray in one hand and knocking rhythmically on the door with the other.
Knock, knock, knock, knock... After three long and three short knocks on the door, he stood patiently in front of the door waiting.
Soon, the door opened from the inside.
The face of a blond young man wearing a half-face mask was revealed.
The waiter was slightly startled.
Then he saw the blond young man glance at him and said, "Come in."
He hurried inside and closed the door behind him.
"Furuya--" Before he could finish his words, he was stopped by Amuro Toru with a hiss.
"Excuse me, Mr. Konggu," the waiter said dryly, "I'm here to bring you a midnight snack. Where would you like to enjoy it?"
Amuro Toru waved his hand, indicating that he should come to his room.
The waiter followed him into the inner room.
At this moment, he was no longer as dull as he had been in the kitchen with other waiters. Instead, he looked sharp and agile.
"Mr. Furuya! Are you okay?"
The waiter put down the tray and called out Amuro Toru's real name, "The Public Security Bureau has deployed a secret force outside the island, Mr. Furuya."
"After seeing the codeword you left for me at the detective agency, I secretly investigated the Izu Islands. Fortunately, although the auction house was very hidden, the movement of people holding the auction still revealed the entrance."
"Don't worry—we will rescue you and the people."
This person is Yuya Kazami, Toru Amuro's contact in the Public Security Bureau.
Although he said to reassure Amuro Toru at this moment, he could not hide the anxiety on his face.
Too many people have died in the past two days.
Moreover, the identities of the deceased were all well-known. They were either major shareholders of certain companies or philanthropists who often appeared in newspapers. Among them were also powerful people from foreign countries. The public security was worried that their death in Japan would cause diplomatic problems.
In the past two days, the expressions of his other colleagues disguised as waiters when collecting the bodies changed from shock to numbness - there are so many problems anyway, so why not just let it go.
Yuya Kazami had been waiting for an opportunity to contact Toru Amuro. Finally, he found the right time and took advantage of the fact that the members of the organization with Toru Amuro were out, and met Toru Amuro under the pretext of delivering midnight snacks.
Yuya Kazami looked at Toru Amuro's wrist.
The bracelet was in standby mode, tightly wrapped around the man's wrist.
"We can isolate you with a signal-blocking device," said Yuya Kazami, "and then call in the Hazardous Materials Handling Department to remove the bracelet. But..."
"But you can't remove the bracelets of everyone here in this way." Amuro Toru continued, "This method can only save me."
His eyes moved to the tray. "What did you bring?"
Yuya Kazami quickly opened the lid of the tray: "Your weapon."
On the silver tray, what was placed was not a delicious midnight snack, but guns and bullets with a dangerous luster.
Toru Amuro picked up the weapon and examined it skillfully.
Then he looked up at Yuya Kazami and said, "The only way to break the deadlock is to find the mastermind behind this game. Have you found any clues?"
Yuya Kazami was ashamed: "...No."
Toru Amuro didn't seem surprised by the answer.
"Then it seems that we can only rely on Punch."
Feng Jianyu was also a little surprised: "Can she find the person behind this?"
"...Kazami, do you know why I created a separate file for her and requested that her importance be raised to the same level as Gin?" Amuro Toru said, "It's not because she's more dangerous than Gin, but because she's more 'all-round'."
"Any problem she faces, she can always come up with the most unusual way to solve it."
"Even though we're enemies, I have to admit sometimes that partnering with her is always full of surprises, but it also makes me feel at ease."
"I believe she will definitely find the person behind this. My mission now is to survive in my game, and your mission—" He reached out and patted his subordinate's shoulder, "find a way to save everyone, as many as you can."
Yuya Kazami opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but held it back.
"I see, Mr. Jōgō." He lowered his head. "One more thing. We discovered a secret passage leading from here to the outside world. It must have been left here intentionally by the architect. It has been abandoned for a long time, and we discovered it by accident."
"If... you still can't remove everyone's bracelets, please make sure to escape through this passage."
"Our people will remove the bracelet on your hand immediately."
"You are the most important. Please stay safe, Mr. Furuya."
Amuro Toru smiled.
"I will," he promised.
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On the other side, in the room of the African masked man.
Lin Xi sat leisurely, listening to the man introduce himself to her.
"My real name is Tsukawa Hideji... It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Mizutani. What brings you here?..."
To be honest, Hideji Tsukawa didn't know how he caught Sayuri Mizutani's attention.
They have nothing in common except that Sayuri Mizutani once impersonated him.
In terms of the game's factions, they weren't enemies. We were all human beings, and helping each other to win was the most important thing. Why launch a surprise attack in the middle of the night?
"I just have a few curious things I want to clarify... Could you please pour me some water?"
Lin Xi saw the cup on the coffee table, touched the cup with his fingernails, and gave instructions.
Jinchuan Xiuji swallowed his anger and poured water as he was told.
"Mr. Tsukawa, you know my boyfriend is very interested in 'X'."
Seeing Lin Xi suddenly mention "X", Hideji Tsukawa suddenly became alert and his hand that was pouring water paused.
Lin Xi narrowed her eyes. "Are you interested in art like my boyfriend and want to collect 'X''s works?"
Tsukawa Hideji raised his head, his expression controlled, revealing nothing. "Of course. However, unlike Mr. Soraya, who simply loves art, I also have commercial considerations when purchasing 'X''s work."
"Really..." Lin Xi pondered, "Mr. Jinchuan, do you know what Picasso's most famous work is?"
Jinchuan Xiuji was silent.
This painter sounds so familiar, he must be very famous.
But he couldn't answer Mizutani Kobaru's question.
Lin Xi laughed and said, "It seems that Mr. Jinchuan really knows nothing about art."
Tsukawa Hideji ignored the sarcasm in Lin Xi's tone and smiled bitterly: "Yes, in this regard, Mr. Konggu is more pure..."
"Haha. So, Mr. Tsukawa, do you know how much Ms. 'X''s last work sold for?"
Upon hearing this, Hideji Tsukawa was stunned again.
How would he know this question?
"I...I don't remember very well." He said hesitantly.
"Oh, you even forgot about that?" Lin Xi shook her head. "It's $1 billion."
"Oh, yes, it's one billion!" Tsukawa Hideji said quickly, "I remember now!"
Lin Xi looked at him with eyes that gradually turned colder.
"Really? That's strange."
"Except for this auction, Ms. 'X''s works have not appeared at any other auction house."
"As for the billion-dollar price tag... I made that up, of course."
Hideji Tsukawa's face gradually turned pale.
"Mr. Jinchuan, you said you are interested in art, but you can't even answer the most basic question like what is Picasso's most famous work; you said you have business considerations, but you are not sensitive to the price of art at all."
"So, can you tell me honestly - why are you so interested in 'X'?"
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