Chapter 724 It no longer matters who the murderer is
Enter the paradise of life, pass through the maze of memory, experience countless human choices, and finally arrive at the hotel deep in despair.
Every passenger who comes late at night has his own identity and represents something. They will choose the person who can live according to the rules set by the black box.
"Everyone has the right to let others live, but the price is that they cannot control their own destiny, and their life is in the hands of others."
Han Fei lowered his head, masked Blood oozed from the edges, and the burning pain did not disappear. His face was growing together with the mask.
"What will happen if we don't choose? We don't have to care about a murderer at all. Of course, the premise is that he is just a murderer." The woman does not want everyone to be led by the murderer, but the hotel has been silent The boss spoke at this time.
“At least one thing, the murderer is right. The black fog is getting thicker and thicker, and the tide it creates is slowly flooding the hotel. If the hotel is destroyed, the fate of all of us should be the same as those Almost everyone was forced to leave the hotel. "
"Death?" There are two options before everyone, either to die or to do as the murderer said.
The clock on the wall is ticking, and every time the minute hand moves, the atmosphere in the room becomes more depressing.
"Why don't we try what the murderer said first? Looking at the text message he left, the murderer's mental state is very unstable. All this may be his imagination." The magician sat on the sofa. He was playing with the puppets on his body. He didn't look up at anyone, as if he was talking to the puppets.
"No." The police officer refused decisively. He stared at the magician: "Everyone, please calm down. There is a playing card in the deceased's sleeve. The magician is highly suspected of committing the crime!"
"I am a magician in the park, not a clown. A clown playing card can't prove anything." He raised his head for the first time, but his eyes were not at the police. He stood up and walked towards the mute girl in the corner. .
When the child saw someone coming, he became even more frightened. He was helpless and pitiful, like an abandoned kitten.
"I am a very enthusiastic person and like to get along with children. The magic I originally designed was just to make children happy." He squatted in front of the girl and put on a cloth hanging on his body. I took it off and put it in the girl's arms.
"Can you tell me your name? I will write down your name later so that you can leave alive." The magician turned his back to everyone, and no one could see what he was doing to the girl. Only his voice can be heard.
About ten seconds later, the girl stretched out her hand and drew a small flower on the muddy wall.
"Are you begging?"
The girl nodded mechanically, the fear in her eyes lessened a lot, replaced by confusion.
“Okay, I know.” The magician touched the girl’s head: “Children are hope and the future. If only one of us can leave alive, I think that person should be you. . ”
No matter how others chose, the magician seemed to have discussed it with the girl, and after doing this, he returned to his original position.
The middle-aged screenwriter openly challenged the authority of the police officers, and the magician even ignored the police officers' suggestions. The police officers who originally thought they could control the situation smoothly, now don't look so good.
Time passed by minute by minute, and when the clock on the wall pointed to twenty-three fifty-five, everyone heard the sound of raindrops.
The black rain is getting heavier and heavier, as if it wants to destroy this building where countless sins are buried.
Big raindrops hit the outer wall of the hotel. Everyone looked out the window. Black mist and black rain continued together, and the whole world was constantly collapsing, pressing towards them.
"Are you sure you won't do what the murderer said? Do you want everyone to die together?" The magician did not shy away from others. He removed a puppet hanging from his heart and picked up the dining table. With the pen on it, I wrote the word "花" on it.
"I hope this black box can read my thoughts." The magician picked up the puppet and threw it into the black box: "I want her to be the last person alive."
The puppet He fell into the black box and disappeared silently. The other passengers in the room looked at the magician in surprise.
Bringing others a way out of life is the only bargaining chip that everyone has to ensure their own survival, but the magician does not hesitate to use it. He seems to really do what he said, hoping that the child can live to the end.
After he made his choice, the girl in the corner stood up unsteadily, lowered her head, and put a piece of paper into the black box.
“The child probably didn’t vote voluntarily. We don’t know the magician’s real name, but the girl just threw out the prepared card. I suspect that the magician hypnotized the child and made her do what she did. Things that go against one's own will." Kuangxiao squinted his eyes, he was extremely confident and calm, it seemed that he was really just here to play the game, and then kill everyone after the game was over.
"Maybe we don't need to know the other party's name. As long as we determine the other party's image in our hearts, the vote should be considered effective." The magician pointed to his brain: "If you don't believe it, you can still vote. When you put the card with the other party's name written on it, When the paper is thrown into the black box, there is a special feeling, as if the person's soul is thrown into the abyss. "
"You know a lot," the policeman said less. , the feeling has become dangerous.
"The person we choose will be reborn. Why does it feel like throwing the other person into the abyss?" The middle-aged screenwriter was a little confused. He took out a pen and paper from his pocket and quickly wrote down a name. It's thrown into a black box.
When the piece of paper fell into the black box, the middle-aged screenwriter was in a trance. He looked back and laughed wildly.
Someone raised an eyebrow and everyone started voting, apparently forgetting the police officer’s previous warning.
After the screenwriters voted, Laughter also walked to the table. He wrote a name and threw it into the black box.
"Hey." The hotel owner sighed softly. He and the hotel attendant moved forward together and wrote each other's names.
"You will regret it." Seeing that everyone had voted, the police officer couldn't sit still. He walked directly to the middle-aged woman. It seemed that he wanted to persuade the other party. The two voted for each other. The other person’s name.
However, contrary to the police officer’s expectations, the middle-aged woman shook her head and refused. She wrapped the name she had just written in a ball of paper and threw it into the black box.
Then Han Fei also walked to the dining table and put the note with his wife written on it into the black box.
Everyone began to vote, and finally only the police officers and fugitives were left.
"Write! I want to watch you write my name!" The police officer who represents justice is also the first person to threaten violence. Compared with him, the fugitive seems more like a real person. police officer.
Punch after punch hit the fugitive, and the police officer dug his fingers into the wound on the fugitive’s broken arm. Under constant torture, the fugitive was forced by the police to write down the name of the police officer.
"Don't get me wrong, violence is not the only way to solve the problem, but it depends on the situation." After the police officer finished speaking, he also wrote down the name of the fugitive. Before finding a new suspect, he Fugitives are also needed to provide a way for themselves to survive.
Everyone had voted, but nothing changed in the room. Just when everyone thought they had been deceived by the murderer, the clock rang at midnight.
The hour hand and minute hand overlapped, and a strange sound sounded in the room. Everyone looked towards the place where the sound came from.
Li Guoer was carried into the hotel with a maniacal laugh. A large amount of black mist escaped from her skin. It was as if all her blood vessels had burst. Her snow-white skin turned black and red. Her petite body quickly Wrapped in black mist.
Then all the black mist rushed toward the black box. When the black mist dissipated, Li Guoer was no longer on the sofa, as if everything she had in the world had been erased.
"The hotel is built deep in the brain. The guests in the hotel should be consciousness and soul. She may have a chance to be awakened." Han Fei turned on the master-level acting switch, everything that happened here They are all affecting his emotions, but he cannot reveal any flaws. Only by surviving to the end can he have a chance to make real changes.
The black rain outside the house was beating against the window like a wave. The ten people in the house were all staring quietly at the sofa where Li Guoer had been lying just now. They were alone and disappeared like this.
"It turns out the murderer didn't lie. The person with the fewest votes in the hotel will really die." The magician walked to the sofa and gently touched the surface of the sofa. No one could tell that a person was lying on the top a minute ago.
After witnessing the entire process of Li Guoer merging into the black mist, his originally confident laughter subsided a lot, and the madness in his eyes was aroused. He seemed to have seen similar scenes before.
"The murderer didn't take action in the first round. He may have been worried about exposing himself." The police officer's tone of voice also changed. If he and the fugitive hadn't written down each other's names at the last stage, he probably would have He has become just like Li Guoer.
Everyone else in the room seems to have their own partners. Only the police officer is bound to his mortal enemy the fugitive. There is no trust between them at all. It is too risky to trust each other with their lives.
After Li Guoer disappeared, the sea of fog outside the hotel seemed to subside a little, but only ten minutes later, the receding sea of fog began to crash into the hotel again.
The old hotel cannot withstand the impact at all. It is like a broken ship that has been hit by a storm and may sink at any time.
“Bang!”
The window of a room on the second floor was blown open, and a large amount of black rain fell into the house.
"I'm going to close the window."
Just as the waiter was about to turn around, the screenwriter shouted at him: "You'd better not leave our sight casually."
The magician also stared at the waiter with a smile: "Haven't you noticed yet? If we don't choose the dead for a long time, the disaster will swallow us all up. The murderer is urging us to choose the last survivor as soon as possible."
He stroked the doll on his body and walked towards the mute girl: "It's really cruel, so many of us adults still want to Fighting with a child for the only way to survive. "
"Stop deceiving that child." The middle-aged woman didn't know the little girl. She just felt that the magician had been using the child. If you look closely. It can be found that the little girl's eyes are completely different from before, numb and dazed, as if she is gradually losing herself.
"How can you say it's deception? Among so many people, I am the only one protecting her." The magician walked towards the little girl again, and the others did not stop him. They didn't seem to mind that the magician regarded the little girl as his My own "insurance" may be because the girl is too weak, and adults can easily control the child. If they really can't control it, they can also kill her, so that everyone loses this stable source of votes.
Because anyone can kill her easily, that's why she can live.
"Wait, I also suspect that you are coercing that girl." The police officer suddenly said. He carried the little girl in the corner to the dining table and let her stay under the light.
"It doesn't matter, I don't have to touch her, you can let her make her own choice." The magician shrugged indifferently, and then he wrote the word "flower" on a piece of paper, thinking about the little girl. The girl then threw the paper into the black box.
The second round of voting began again, and what was different from last time was that the police officers were obviously feeling uneasy.
When judging a person's choice, black box judgment does not seem to be based on whose name the other person wrote, but who was thinking in the other person's mind at the moment of voting.
It was as if the magician wanted to tell everyone this on purpose, so he just randomly wrote a fancy word for voting in two consecutive rounds.
The votes on paper cannot be counted, the thoughts deep in people's hearts are the most real.
"It's your turn."
The black mist rushed into the hotel crazily, and the whole building made a creaking sound, but the magician seemed to enjoy this atmosphere.
The police officer looked at the magician with a very cold look. He knew that forcing the fugitive to write down his name might not be effective. The fugitive could betray him at the last moment, thinking of other passengers. This kind of spiritual vote cannot be changed by violence at all, and truly corresponds to the message on the note - all personalities and souls are equal.
Everyone has their own partners and successfully passed the last round, but this round is not guaranteed.
The police officer lowered his head slightly. He was hiding the killing intent in his eyes. If he couldn't safely obtain other people's votes, how could he avoid becoming the person with the fewest votes?
There is only one answer, and that is to kill all the competitors before completing the voting.
“There are ten of us, and we can survive until the end by voting for each other, but if someone has an accident, the person who did not vote for him is the murderer, and is destined to be isolated and become the next person to die, so everyone has to do it for the time being. "There's no need to worry." The screenwriter seemed to say this deliberately, trying to stabilize the police officer's mood: " While the voting is over, we can go investigate the hotel and find out the murderer's true purpose, and maybe find other ways to survive." Laughter and the middle-aged screenwriter voted. Then came the hotel owner and waiter, and Han Fei and his wife, who recognized each other in the previous round, also voted for each other.
Only the police officers and fugitives were left in the hall again. When they were struggling, Kuangxiao suddenly said: "Vote your vote for the screenwriter, he voted for me, I voted for you, you voted for He and the three of us will not die.”
If the police officer believes in Laughing, the fugitive will die. If Laughing lies, both the fugitive and the police officer will die.
The originally simple situation became complicated because of a crazy laugh. (End of this chapter)