Chapter 324: Inhuman (132) (1st + 2nd) [VIP]
Herbiskus turned on the light.
As soon as the lights came on, the Nian Yu who had suddenly attacked suddenly left the battle and ran towards the real Nian Yu.
She also seemed to know that her weapon, besides the knife she carried on her body, was her appearance, which was exactly the same as Nian Yu's and was almost indistinguishable from his.
When everyone was looking at Huangmao and "Hong Conghua", the two Nianyu couldn't tell who was who.
The sudden light made everyone who was used to the darkness subconsciously have tears in their eyes. In the hazy vision, everyone found that the person who had the same shocked expression as Huangmao was the other "Hong Conghua" who was holding his hand.
For a second or two, everyone's brain was trying to comprehend the scene.
The first one to react was the yellow-haired man holding the knife.
The expression on his face was one of extreme shock, even more so than fear. His brain didn't have time to react, and his first thought was to move away. He subconsciously wanted to pull out the knife and back away.
Hong Conghua's lips trembled, and he quickly said, "Don't step back!"
"There's a staircase behind you!" Herbisk took a glance.
Their shouting actually brought back the lost Huangmao. He stopped walking back all of a sudden and stood still in his position, at a loss as to what to do.
Huangmao's position is not very good.
When the lights were off, the location of the stairs was still unclear. In order to prevent the imitation from escaping, Huangmao stood at the edge of the stairs. If he took one step back from that position, he would roll down the stairs. Just now, the other "Hong Conghua" probably wanted to throw him down from the stairs, but for some reason, he suddenly held his hand and stabbed the knife that was about to stab Huangmao into his body.
The expression on Huangmao's face switched back and forth between shock and horror, and his face was as colorful as a palette. And that "Hong Conghua" was very close to him, almost throwing himself on him. The blood had flowed along the blade onto the hands of the two men and was now dripping down.
Bai Jinshu glanced around and saw an extremely obvious shoe print beside her, which was obviously caused by his kick just now.
According to the angle he kicked at, "Hong Conghua" should not be able to pounce on the yellow-haired man. In order to complete the current stance, both sides must cooperate.
Huang Mao had to choose not to avoid the next moment when the change happened, but to meet it with bare hands. At the same time, "Hong Conghua" who was supposed to attack Huang Mao also had to choose not to swing the knife at him, but to grab Huang Mao's wrist with his other free hand, and then use his wrist to stabilize his unstable posture after being kicked away by Bai Jinshu. Then, following this posture, he grabbed Huang Mao's hand, put the knife in his hand into his hand, and then stabbed himself with his hand.
It took only a few seconds from the time "Hong Conghua" suddenly stood up to the time someone turned on the light. Her series of actions were simply aimed at death and it was impossible for them to be done by coincidence.
"Don't be in a daze, do it," Xiaoying shouted to Huangmao from the other side, "Stab her, she must die!"
"Ah...ah?" The yellow-haired man looked in Xiaoying's direction at a loss.
Zhen Hong Conghua beside him staggered, Bai Jinshu quickly supported her, and glanced in the direction of Huang Mao, "She is almost dead."
I am really dying.
After a few seconds, "Hong Conghua" who was holding his hand seemed to have just realized that he was injured. He suddenly widened his eyes, pulled the knife out, and swung it towards the yellow-haired man's body again.
I don't know if the knife had stabbed some aorta or some special organ. As soon as the knife was pulled out, the blood at the wound could no longer be described as "flowing out", it was simply "gushing out".
The moment the blade was pulled out, the yellow-haired man could even feel warm liquid spurting out of the opponent's wound.
The smell of blood suddenly filled his nostrils.
An injured person is of course not comparable to an uninjured person, and at the moment when "Hong Conghua" was about to swing the knife, her movement paused strangely, as if she was disturbed by something.
Now there is no need for anyone else to remind me.
At this instant, Huangmao's adrenaline and survival instinct reached the highest point. He quickly snatched the knife and slashed it directly towards the other person's neck.
Both of them were a little unsteady, one was injured and couldn't stand steadily, and the other was too excited and his hands were shaking. The next second, they fell forward in this position. There was no time to hesitate. With Hong Conghua's shout of "quick", the yellow-haired man raised his knife and pointed the knife straight at the throat. After stabbing, he even twisted the knife 80 degrees with both hands.
After a few teeth-grinding sounds of mincing meat, and amid the yellow-haired man's bellows-like breathing, "Hong Conghua" on the ground became completely silent.
The yellow-haired man lay on the ground and took several deep breaths. When he raised his head again, half of his face was covered with blood gushing from the wound.
Hong Conghua stumbled over to Bai Jinshu and pulled the yellow-haired man aside. He felt around the knife wound on the replica's neck for a long time, then sat down on the ground with a slump as if exhausted. "He's dead."
It was then that everyone noticed that her face was covered in cold sweat and she looked pale, and she even looked more exhausted than the yellow-haired man who had just killed someone.
Xiaoying ran forward a few steps, pushed Huangmao, who had just reacted after killing someone, back a few steps, and lowered her voice to comfort him: "It's okay, the bodies of these replicas will automatically disappear after they die, and after a while, all the blood and bodies will be gone."
Hong Conghua, who was lying on the ground, lowered his head and gasped for a while as if exhausted, then suddenly looked up at Bai Jinshu.
"I just...wait a minute my mind is a little confused, let me think..." She paused, as if she was looking for a suitable word, or as if she was organizing what she wanted to say in her mind, trying to make it sound smoother and easier to understand, "I seemed to be able to control her just now."
“Who…?” Xiaoying looked up blankly.
"She," Hong Conghua pointed at the body next to him, his tone extremely empty, "The knife she stabbed at herself just now, and the pause before she wanted to attack Huang Mao, were all controlled by me."
As she spoke, she was breathing heavily, as if she had just finished some extremely strenuous exercise, but her face was not rosy as it was after exercise, but was covered in cold sweat and pale.
"You first..." Bai Jinshu paused, "Come and catch your breath first."
“No, no, no…” Hong Conghua waved his hands repeatedly, “I’m done, I’m done in one go.”
After a few breaths, Hong Conghua seemed to have recovered a little from this state of exhaustion. Anyway, the bloodstain would disappear in a while, so she sat in the bloodstain without any hesitation, took a long breath, and said weakly against her temples, "Just now I seemed to have controlled the replica. I was controlling it both times when she was about to kill Huangmao."
These words were a little out of control. Bai Jinshu frowned and looked around, seeing confusion on everyone's face.
After saying this, Hong Conghua took a few breaths again: "Just now, oh my god, I feel like I have no strength at all... What's going on?"
"Maybe you controlled her just now," Xiaoying guessed softly, "you spent too much mental energy and you lost your strength..."
"There's also the issue of mental power..." Hong Conghua curled his lips, unable to sit still any longer. He gave up on maintaining his dignity and simply lay down in the pool of blood beside him. "Let me lie down and talk. I'll finish quickly. My mind is too confused right now. When she pounced on the yellow-haired guy just now, I suddenly had a strange feeling, as if it was me who pounced on her."
The scene happened so suddenly. Hong Conghua was still stuck in the dilemma of how to prove himself that he was myself the previous second, and the next second the fake pounced on the yellow-haired man.
Everyone was in chaos in the darkness, and the shadows were shaking and it was impossible to tell who was who. This impostor really knew how to choose people. Huangmao was the only one among the six who didn't know that they came out tonight to kill people and attack him. He didn't realize that if he didn't kill the other party, the other party would kill him.
Just at the moment when she became anxious, she suddenly had a strange feeling.
The one who pounced on the yellow-haired man seemed to be her.
At some point, Hong Conghua seemed to have turned into that replica. She could feel that she was pushed or kicked by someone, and now she was completely out of balance. The yellow-haired man was right in front of her, and the knife was in her left hand. She could even feel the rough pattern on the handle.
It was at this moment that a thought suddenly popped up in her mind: "I seem to be able to control her."
This thought only flashed through her mind for a few extremely short milliseconds. The time was too tight and she didn't have any time to think about whether it was feasible. Hong Conghua almost instinctively tried to raise her arm, or tried to make the imitation raise its arm.
The next second, she sensed that another hand without a knife grabbed the yellow-haired man.
She really did have control.
At this second, the boundary between her own body and the replica body seemed to disappear in an instant. She even felt that controlling that body was as natural and smooth as controlling her own limbs.
Without time to sigh, Hong Conghua remembered what he had said to Xiaoying before coming here. He didn't know where he got the ruthlessness from. He grabbed the yellow-haired hand, gripped his wrist tightly, forced him to hold the handle of the knife, and stabbed the knife into his heart.
It has come to this point, the replica must be killed, and in this process, everyone present must participate in order to keep the secret. Anyway, the body will disappear, and everyone's participation is no participation. Huangmao has no blood on his hands, and who knows how he will stab in the back in the future. He must also be made the most important part of this murder case.
Unlike the pain she had expected, when Hong Conghua stabbed the knife into "her own" heart with her backhand, she didn't feel any pain at all.
With that came a very strange feeling of rejection.
It was as if after some kind of pain had occurred, this body wanted to exclude her in order to prevent her spirit from feeling pain.
Hong Conghua was "bounced" out all of a sudden when he wasn't paying attention.
After being bounced out, she suddenly felt her body become extremely heavy, as if she had run 800 meters and felt sore all over and had no strength left.
Hong Conghua didn't react for a moment and almost fell to the ground. Fortunately, Bai Jinshu, who was beside her, helped her in time and helped her stabilize her body.
The next moment after she stabilized her body, she tried to go back. Fortunately, this rebound only made her unable to control the other body for a while, but did not deprive her of control.
When she was eager to go back, another "Hong Conghua" also raised his hand. The next moment, Hong Conghua successfully stopped her before the blade fell, and the next second, the yellow-haired man finally reacted and completed the last knife neatly.
After being bounced out of her body again, her limbs seemed to be out of control. They moved with incredible difficulty. She stumbled forward a few steps before she found her legs.
What happened next is what everyone saw.
Hong Conghua ran to his replica, confirmed that the other party was dead, and lay on the ground exhausted.
Amid Huangmao's somewhat incredulous look and Hong Conghua's narration, the corpse on the ground really disappeared at a certain moment.
The bloodstains on the ground also disappeared instantly.
Now there are only two thoughts that are problematic.
"Nianyu, why don't you... give it a try?" Xiaoying looked at Nianyu tentatively, "Conghua said she controlled another one, maybe you can do it too?"
If this is possible, wouldn't it be possible to tell the real from the fake directly?
"Nian Yu can't hear you." Bai Jinshu frowned.
Normally, Nianyu can communicate with them because they both have special voice-to-text software installed on their mobile phones. Everything spoken by everyone around her will be directly converted into text and appear on the screen.
Now that she doesn't have her cell phone, she naturally can't hear it.
Bai Jinshu took out his phone from his pocket and threw it to Xiaoying: "Type it, and when you're done, ask Huangmao to show it to the two of them."
The sudden attack of Hong Conghua's imitation just now came without any warning. He had to prepare for the possibility that Nianyu's imitation would suddenly attack while he was reading the text.
Fortunately, nothing unexpected happened this time.
While Hong Conghua was speaking, Bai Jinshu and Herbisk had already separated into two separate conversations. The yellow-haired man held up the text written by Xiaoying and showed it to both of them. He saw that both of them shook their heads in embarrassment.
The cell phone definitely cannot be given to two people now. Nian Yu cannot speak and can only make gestures. There are not many people present who understand sign language, so Bai Jinshu can only understand a few scattered words.
"Why don't we try that... method you mentioned?" The yellow-haired man recovered from the shock of having just killed someone and remembered that Bai Jinshu once said he had a method before the incident happened.
"Then you and Xiaoying go downstairs and get Nianyu's phone," Bai Jinshu didn't hesitate and lowered his head to ask Hong Conghua, "Where did you put your phone?"
"Sofa...in the crack of the sofa." Hong Conghua responded half-deadly.
Xiaoying and Huangmao went downstairs and soon came back with two mobile phones.
Hong Conghua unlocked her own lock, and the other two each used hand gestures to indicate the unlocking combination, and whoever could open it correctly would own the lock.
In order to prevent the fake from looking at the real Nianyu's gestures, Bai Jinshu winked at Herbisk, and the other party immediately turned around with the Nianyu in front of him.
There was nothing unusual on the faces of the two Nian Yu. Xiaoying took out her phone to try the password. She first stood in front of Bai Jinshu, nodded at the "Nian Yu", and raised her phone to unlock it.
Huangmao stood nearby, always keeping an eye on the status of the two Nianyu.
Bai Jinshu greeted the two personalities that were always ready in his heart, and silently replaced Cen Bingqi first.
There was silence on the second floor. After a few seconds, Xiaoying suddenly raised her head and pointed behind Bai Jinshu.
At the same second, the yellow-haired man seemed to have received some instructions and instantly pounced towards Herbisk.
Xiaoying unlocked her phone.
The password provided by this thought is correct.
The moment he realized this information, Cen Bingqi, who had taken control of his body, pushed Nianyu in front of him straight. Xiaoying caught her, and Cen Bingqi turned around and pounced on Nianyu in front of Herbisk, with a sharp knife in his hand.
The table knife that Bai Jinshu had taken from the fruit plate in the hotel before coming here.
The edge of the table knife is not sharp enough to hurt people, so the hotel does not shy away from placing it in the disinfection cabinet of the room's dining bar.
However, whether it has lethality obviously depends on the person. When choosing weapons, Cen Bingqi and Cen Bingqi took a liking to this thing at first sight.
At this moment, the man controlled by Herbisk seemed to have no reaction and was instantly held by two people. The yellow-haired man's hands were shaking violently, not knowing whether it was because of fear or excessive adrenaline secretion.
Herbisk also reacted quickly. The moment he moved, he grabbed the replica's wrist with his hand to prevent her from pulling out a knife from somewhere else.
Nian Yu, who was controlled by the two men, had a face full of panic and helplessness. Xiaoying caught Nian Yu who was pushed over by Ersi and stood beside her. Just when the "fake" was about to be killed, she suddenly felt that Nian Yu's body beside her seemed to move.
The next second, the sound of metal colliding rang in her ears.
Ersi threw the knife in his hand over, knocking the other knife directly down.
Xiaoying suddenly felt a gust of wind beside her, and the next step, Xiaoying beside her was pressed by the neck and twisted to the edge of the wall.
"I won the bet," Er Si pulled the corner of his mouth and exhaled lightly, "I knew it."
"Ah?" Xiaoying stood there at a loss, looking in his direction in confusion, "I really unlocked my phone just now, isn't this the real Nianyu?"
"No," Cen Bingqi curled his lips and nodded his head to the back, signaling the other two to use the real telepathy. He followed Cen Bingqi's voice and said, "I'm not sure if these fakes can unlock the original owner's phone."
Although it stands to reason that they should not be able to know the memories in the mind of the person they are imitating, otherwise they would not fall into the trap even though they know it is a trap.
But who knows if wealth and honor are achieved through risk?
Since the changes in them will change along with the people being imitated, and the memories will also be doubled, as long as they don't say it, no one can tell that they are fake.
As long as they win the bet, they can just replace them directly. Even if the bloodstains on the real Hong Conghua and Nian Yu will not disappear after they are killed, can these guests continue to kill them?
You know, we are recording a program now. How will it end if a guest dies?
Since they have already made a mistake, they can only make the best of it and allow the imposter to continue to appear on the show instead of the real person.
After all, it's the same old saying. We are not related, so there is no need to affect our future for the other person. After all, they are all guests who can never see each other again if they want to after the recording of the show. So what if they are replaced?
Therefore, Bai Jinshu did not have any hope in using the password to distinguish the true from the false from the beginning.
After he thought about this, he immediately realized that it would be impossible to verify the truth by just relying on what they knew.
The imitations must be exposed.
So the first time he only said that there was a way, but did not say what it was, forcing Hong Conghua's imitation to take the first step.
After he proposed this method for the second time, a look of relief flashed in the eyes of the two Nian Yu, which made him more certain of his guess. So the second time, Bai Jinshu bet that the real Nian Yu would try to control the fake one when facing the same dilemma as Hong Conghua.
The moment Xiaoying unlocked the screen, Cen Bingqi rushed straight towards Nianyu, while he had been paying attention to the other one.
If the person next to Xiaoying is the real Nianyu, she will not take any action unless she is in crisis. But if the person next to Xiaoying is a fake and they are planning to kill the real one, then under the threat of death in the next second, she will definitely try to control the fake to create some illusions of attacking Xiaoying, so as to attract their attention to the other party.
He made the right bet.
Following his suggestion, Cen Bingqi deliberately slowed down the time of action, giving this Nianyu enough time to try to imitate Hong Conghua's narration to control the other party, and the other "Nianyu" beside Xiaoying also made an attacking gesture.
This ability to control imitations, which came from nowhere, was a great help.
At the moment when Cen Bingqi was holding down the imitation, the two people, not knowing what had happened, slightly relaxed their force on their hands, and Xiaoying immediately fell directly along the yellow-haired hand.
It seems that he is as exhausted as Hong Conghua.
Bai Jinshu secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said to Cen Bingqi, "Let's get started."
He was not worried that the lack of weapons would affect Cen Bingqi's performance. After all, the other party was a killer who could kill the target with his bare hands.
But just the next second when Cen Bingqi was about to take action, something strange happened.
Xiaoying saw that "Nianyu" who was pressed against the wall suddenly opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something.
She subconsciously pricked up her ears to hear clearly, but she heard no sound.
Nianyu opened his mouth as if he was trying to make a sound, but no sound came out.
The next moment after realizing this, Xiaoying felt as if her brain was suddenly hit hard by a hammer, and the world in front of her eyes suddenly blurred.
Everyone present was affected.
Even Cen Bingqi, who was pinching the fake Nian Yu's neck, felt his body shake, and his internal organs seemed to be pinched by an invisible hand, making him unable to control it for a moment, and the movement of his hands suddenly lost force.
"Nian Yu" crouched down and tried to escape.
The next moment, her escape was not as fast as Ersi's.
In other words, not as fast as Cen Bingqi.
The moment he realized something was wrong, Bai Jinshu felt Cen Bingqi suddenly jumped out.
"Bang" sound.
He pressed the head of the fake "Nian Yu" straight into the wall, and the feeling of having his internal organs pinched disappeared instantly.
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