Chapter 25: Who is the Yamen Runner and Who is the Thief?
The dark chain dragged his body, and at the moment when the field of vision changed, An Yi's eyes quickly scanned around, trying to find any useful clues.
But...
Everything happened too quickly, An Yi's body had just appeared for a short while, and the bonfire in front of him had already gone out.
The quiet black night, the bright moon hanging high above the head, yet brings no light at all.
An Yi looked around quietly, although she didn't see many people clearly, but she felt a little relieved.
At least from that one glance just now, An Yi didn't see a curious expression on most people's faces, and he felt that it shouldn't end in an inexplicable loss like the previous round.
The figures of others around him were all buried in darkness, and An Yi couldn't see anyone at all.
Can't see anyone, it's just possible civilians.
Of course... Although he was sure of himself as a civilian, An Yi still took a glance at the numbers in front of him.
The number '3' representing An Yi's position changed slowly, slightly fixed on the character 'min', and then changed back again.
The dark night, after a brief wait, finally came to an end.
The moment the bonfire was lit, it covered up the darkness of No. 8 and retreated bit by bit.
A black windbreaker, with a pair of sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose, giving off a somewhat cool vibe at first glance. But...
Revealing the dark No. 8, a bit... short! Even, I estimate that it's less than 1 meter 6!
And... No. 8's mouth under his nose bridge seems to be crooked!
A hunting rifle appeared out of thin air. The barrel simultaneously and violently thrust into the mouth of the 8th crooked-mouthed windbreaker man.
The crooked-mouthed man in the 8th windbreaker didn't show a hint of fear on his face, as if he was very clear that death in the game temporarily meant nothing.
Of course... At the same time as being forced to put a gun barrel into his mouth, an expression that was slightly strange appeared on the face of No. 8 Crooked Mouth Windbreaker Man.
The expression of the man in the 8th windbreaker is very strange! But because of the ink marks on his nose, and that crooked mouth, it's really hard to describe.
Even... because the mouth was pressed against the muzzle, the 8th distorted windbreaker man's yellow teeth were exposed at the same time, and the saliva that had been pulled out inevitably stuck to the muzzle.
A loud crash. A shockwave appeared, and sparks brought a thread of light in the pitch blackness.
The bright light illuminated, except for the body of No. 8 Slant-mouthed Windbreaker Man leaning backwards, there was also a large amount of blood spraying out from the back of his head.
At the moment when the corpse of No. 8 Windbreaker fell to the ground, the shotgun disappeared and 99 candles were lit.
"Number 8, Last Will Time." A dull voice appeared at the same time.
"I'm a yamen runner! Last night's search was uneventful, and number 15 turned out to be a civilian."
The voice that appeared next to the corpse of No. 8 Slanted Mouth Windbreaker Man was a bit nasal and drawling, but barely managed to express itself clearly.
"PK what, 10 with..."
The No. 8 Windbreaker Guy's voice paused for a moment: "It's No. 3! As for why he lost to No. 3 in PK, you guys understand! He wore 'Low-key Luxury', I touched him last night and was blocked, who else would go PK if not him?"
"No. 3 is behind No. 15, which is quite embarrassing. When No. 10 speaks, if the speech is not good, then vote against No. 10; if the speech is good, don't listen and just vote for No. 3." The man in the windbreaker with a crooked mouth added: "Whoever No. 15 votes for, you must vote for that person too, no one is allowed to change their vote."
The last words of No. 8 Crooked Mouth Windbreaker Man were relatively simple, and after he finished speaking, the 99 candles went out one by one.
As the candle flickered back to life, No. 9's figure emerged from the darkness. Only...
No. 9, although not using props to conceal his figure like An Yi, wore a thick, deep green old-fashioned military coat. Even more exaggerated was that No. 9's head was also wearing a full-coverage motorcycle helmet.
But that's not all, through the transparent visor of the full-face motorcycle helmet, you can vaguely see that No. 9 also wears a mask inside the helmet. Even the eye area is covered with an extra pair of goggles.
The tightly sealed No. 9, the sound is inevitably a bit muffled, but this doesn't have too much of an impact. Because...
The No. 9 motorcycle helmet man speaks, basically shouting!
"No. 8 is dead, the referee is walking away! I, No. 9, have clearly taken his side! Nos. 8 and 9 are a pair of referees!" The voice from No. 9's motorcycle helmet buzzed out.
"Traitor No. 8, I'm No. 9 and I dare to stand with him so decisively, he must also be a traitor! Thieves, come and stab me tonight!" The motorcycle helmet man, No. 9, seemed to have shouted himself hoarse and paused for a moment. Even the sound of his heavy breathing could be faintly heard.
No. 9 motorcycle helmet man rested for a while, and just as the 99 candles were almost extinguished, he shouted again: "No. 10, No. 3's speech is inaudible! Since it can't be heard, don't listen to the speech, directly vote for No. 3!"
His upper body was wearing a light gray casual suit, while his lower body was wearing sports pants and sneakers. This slightly unconventional outfit didn't look awkward on him at all; instead, paired with his neat short hair, he looked quite sunny and handsome.
No. 10, wearing a suit and sports pants, had the corners of his mouth raised, with a handsome face and a smile: "Actually, this is a setup I did. I have three cards with 8 and 15, and last night I checked No. 3, No. 3 is the killer. All votes for No. 3 to come out."
$$No. 11 is about twenty years old, wearing a white naval uniform with the emblem of a non-commissioned officer on both shoulder straps.
It was just that... the name tag with the number 11 on the left chest, which should have had a name and years of service, was intentionally removed by No. 11, leaving a glaring mark on the pure white naval uniform.
Even the figure of No. 11 emerged from the darkness, and deliberately pressed down on the big brimmed hat on his head, only to vaguely see the outline of No. 11's white and clear, angular face under the hat brim.
"First of all, I'm a civilian. Secondly, the 8th badge is indeed authentic, and I won't question it. So...". The man in the white naval uniform with the number 11 on it hesitated for a moment: "In the PK between 10 and 3, I couldn't hear what 3 said, but just listening to 10's words, it wasn't very good. However..."
"I'll hold onto my vote for now. Let's hear what No. 3 has to say first." The man in the white naval uniform, No. 11, paused for a moment: "If No. 3's speech is even worse, I'll vote for No. 3; if No. 3's speech is still okay, then I'll vote for No. 10."
$$12 wore a black suit, nearly two meters tall, neither thin nor fat. Not even muscular, just proportionate! Extremely proportionate!
Just... No. 12's eyes are too small. His eyes seem to have a natural downward curve, making it look like he's always smiling.
Man in suit with a deep voice: "I think No. 10 is okay, but I couldn't hear what No. 3 said. Let's listen to No. 3 first."
"Besides..." The man in suit with small eyes No. 12 thought for a moment: "No. 11's speech was so low-key, seems like he has some status."
"I want to go out for 3."
No. 13 is a girl in her early twenties, with long hair tied back and styled into a neat bob, quite a pretty girl. Only the way she's dressed is a bit...
A white XXL T-shirt with a picture of Donald Duck and Mickey Mouse kissing on it.
Her casual attire, combined with her sleepy look on the 13th, gave off a feeling of having just woken up.
Beautiful, yet casual and lazy, it feels somewhat out of place with the cruel and bloody atmosphere of this weird game.
"Actually, I think No. 10's speech was okay." No. 13 Tangled Mouse Girl lazily yawned: "Why did you feel that No. 10's speech was okay... um, forgot."
"Sorry, I just woke up and wasn't in the right state of mind. I don't even remember what No. 10 said. Anyway...". No. 13 Táng Lǎo Yā Mǐ Lǎo Shǔ (a nickname) awkwardly stuck out her tongue: "Anyway, it's just that No. 10's speech was okay."
No. 13 Tangled Mouse Girl seems to be not too tense about the win or lose of this game, her facial expression remains relaxed all the time.
$$No. 14 is a bespectacled chubby boy with acne all over his face.
"Is speech No. 10 okay? How did you hear No. 13?"
No. 14, the acne-ridden glasses-wearing chubby kid, struck a thoughtful pose and thought for a moment: "No. 13, your words are completely lacking in substance, stop pretending to be confused, go PK in the next circle. As for this circle, I was thinking of playing it safe with a 10."
$$15 is a lovely and cute girl with short hair, wearing a loose-fitting white linen dress.
After appearing in the darkness, on the poor little face of the 15th white-robed girl, a inexplicable look of grievance was hanging.
Girl in white clothes with number 15 pouted: "Don't kill me! I'm really a civilian! Officer No. 8, are you trying to get me killed? Give me my civilian certificate! You want me to be beheaded? What if I accidentally join the thieves and get caught, won't I definitely be beheaded?"
"Although death in the game isn't real, and although I should be the one to take the hit, I really don't want to get hurt, it's too painful ahhhhh!" The 15th white-robed girl irritably messed up her hair: "I sincerely offer my condolences to the thief! I'm a true test subject, not a police officer! Don't come at me with knives! Who's in charge of the police team, go stab someone else."
"For example, No. 9! If No. 9's card had hugged No. 8's thigh so resolutely in the yamen, it would have been a sure thing if not for the thief team! You guys go and stab him, he wants to be stabbed anyway, stab him ah, don't stab me!"
The white-robed girl with the number 15 on her back looked bitter: "I really don't want to do tasks for this yamen No. 8, but since I took the people's certificate, I have to do the tasks of the people's certificate... This round..."
The white-clad girl No. 15 thought for a moment: "Out with 10, this round out with No. 10, no reason to out with 10, the ID card is returned!"
The strap of a white canvas shoulder bag slanted across the just-developed chest of the 16-year-old girl.
The loose school uniform, the silly doll-like head of the 16-year-old girl, and the tender cheeks with a hint of greenness, undoubtedly reveal that this girl is not very old, at most only fifteen or sixteen years old.
"The civilian said to take out 10, so let's take out 10. As for the others, let's talk about them in the next round, let's just get number 10 out first." The girl with the white canvas backpack numbered 16 spoke briefly.
"Ten bucks."
No. 1 is wearing a green overalls with sleeves, and there are yellow characters on the chest, vaguely visible as "Pipeline Maintenance".
Judging from his facial features, he appears to be in his thirties, but his hair is quite sparse, especially at the temples, and at first glance, it seems to have turned white.
The No. 1 pipeline repairman thought for a moment and added: "No. 10 on the PK stand, to be honest, it doesn't feel very good."
