Chapter Nineteenth What is this word (10)

  The surrounding darkness is quiet, and the voting results have appeared. An Yi's figure emerges from the darkness.

  Birth and death are separated by a brief interval of time. The fleeting moment is almost gone, but in An Yi's mind, it seems to be frozen in time.

  "Female" star, ice cream, two expressions of words in An Yi's mind linked together, and the resulting word also coincided with the prairie.

  There is a brand of ice cream that intersects with the prairie at the crossroads, and the resulting word happens to be the name of a certain female star.

  The word flashed into An Yi's mind at the moment he was about to be executed, and he wrote it down with his brush.

  "Message transmitted, success!" A low voice sounded, and An Yi's figure retreated back into the darkness.

  No. 3 'milk' oil young man, No. 8 cheongsam young woman, and No. 9 glasses sportswear youth were all pulled out of the darkness at the same time.

  Stunned and disbelieving expressions filled the faces of these three people.

  Three white silks appeared out of thin air and wrapped themselves around the necks of three people.

  The white silk slowly lifted, lifting three people who gradually rose into mid-air.

  Panic and chaotic expressions filled the faces of No. 3 'milk' young man and No. 9 glasses sportswear youth.

  The body was completely fixed and there was no resistance or struggle at all. The three people were strangled to death in mid-air.

  The quiet darkness, the bonfire burning, ten people sitting around it, now only An Yi is left. And...

  Nine corpses.

  The contents on that sheepskin scroll are slowly changing.

  First 2 + 1 + 6 + 9 + 8 + 0 + 1 + 9 + 4 flashed continuously, and finally fixed into a number.

  Integral pool: 40

  "The Cleaning Match is over!" A dull voice appeared.

  The sound appeared at the same time, and all the darkness around retreated.

  Full moon, ancient temple, bonfire. Only... of the ten people before, now only An Yi himself is alive.

  Her eyes wandered with complexity, An Yi quietly looked at everything around her, without that kind of "gloomy" feeling. There was... just a sense of desolation.

  Perhaps one day, I will also walk towards this fate? An Wei slightly raised her face, looking up at the clear moon with an inexplicable expression.

  The bright moonlight did not dispel the darkness but instead brought bloody cruelty.

  An Yi's eyes suddenly froze.

  The corpses of No. 1 round face chubby, No. 8 cheongsam young woman, and No. 10 evil casual youth suddenly...

  Three people died in different ways, but at the moment the cleaning game ended, their bodies slowly recovered. In the blink of an eye, they came back to life again.

  What is this?

  An Yi's eyes twitched at the corner. He thought of the prop he had obtained - a substitute straw man.

  An Yi had also thought about it before, whether the substitute scarecrow could withstand the death of the cleaning match, and now the resurrection of the three people undoubtedly confirmed An Yi's thoughts.

  Three people, the greatest possibility, can only rely on substitutes or puppets to withstand this death. Otherwise, if it's a very individualized or special method, it would be difficult for three people to have a 'large-scale' resurrection situation.

  At the moment of resurrection, three people's faces showed a slight pause in their expressions. It was as if they were thinking, or rather... remembering! Remembering the time spent dying, 'lost' memories!

  The No. 8 flag was the shortest interval of death for 'women' and also the first to recover normally.

  In response to her own death, the 8th flag's young woman's enchanting and flirtatious face showed a hint of surprise, but no other expression. Even...

  With a deliberate provocative gesture, the woman in cheongsam No. 8 once again licked her red lips and then took out a mobile phone that was almost identical to An Yi's model and pressed it down.

  Black hole followed closely, and with this charming woman turned away in an instant.

  No. 10 Evil Charm Casual Wear Youth and No. 1 Round Face Chubby also reflected one after another. Only...

  It was somewhat strange that neither of them showed any anger on their faces.

  The young man in casual clothes with the number 10 on his back just gave An Yi a strange look, smiled and left. On the contrary, the chubby-faced boy with the number 1 didn't leave, but instead walked towards An Yi.

  Death didn't change No. 1 Round Face Chubby's expression. At least it didn't seem to have changed.

  No. 1 Round Face Chubby's face always had a smile on it, and for some reason, he walked over to An Yi and greeted him: "Brother, I was originally still hesitant about whether or not to upgrade to the professional arena, but as it turns out, I was worrying for nothing."

  "Outside of human, outside of heaven!" The No. 1 round-faced fatty sighed with a pretentious tone: "Brother, you dare to be so aggressive in entering the professional arena, awesome! I suppose you've prepared well for this?"

  "Ready?" An Yi subconsciously exclaimed in surprise.

  As soon as the words came out, An Yi reflected on it. He had exposed himself! This chubby round-faced guy was purely for some purpose, trying to probe him!

  "Oh? Oh......" The round-faced chubby No. 1 seemed to have really been stunned for a moment.

  The stunned expression didn't last long on the chubby face of No. 1, and was soon replaced by a playful smile on his plump face.

  "Oh......" The chubby round face No. 1 drew out a long tone again, then turned his head and made a gesture as if he wanted to leave.

  "Wait." An Yi sighed and reached out to stop him.

  "Low-key elegance" shrouds An Yi's figure, the No. 1 round-faced chubby cannot see An Yi's true self, but An Yi can truly see his opponent.

  At this time, the round face of No. 1 still had that smiling expression, but there was a bit of a 'cunning' business flavor in that smile.

  "Can you tell me what you know about the professional arena?" An Yi's voice was calm.

  "This... " The No. 1 round-faced fatty pinched his raised 'fleshy' chin, and a pair of small eyes narrowed into two slits. Even...

  No. 1 Round Face suddenly lifted his right hand and placed it on his abdomen, with his thumb and index finger gently rubbing against each other a few times.

  Watching the movement of his opponent's right hand, a bitter smile flashed across An Yi's face hidden in the mottled colors.

  As expected... I'm going to get killed.

  "How much?" An Yi murmured and then spoke again.

  "How much?" The round-faced fatty No. 1 was taken aback for a moment, and the expression on his face didn't seem fake.

  After a brief pause, the chubby round face No. 1 reflected and shook his head with a smile: "Brother, do you think I care about your points? Points are useless to me."

  "Useless?" An Yi's eyebrows slightly furrowed.

  The other party hasn't said much, but the information revealed in these few words alone made An Yi realize that he was far inferior to the other party in terms of intelligence about this strange game world.

  No. 1 Round Face Chubby's face was adorned with a sly smile, sizing up An Yi for a while before pointing at the colorful glow surrounding him and sighing: "Brother has always wanted to get a 'low-key brilliance', but..."

  A brief silence, No. 1 Round Face didn't urge him, and An Yi didn't respond either.

  After a moment of contemplation, An Yi took out his mobile phone and pressed it. A palm-sized grass doll appeared in his hand.

  "This will do?" An Yi swung the substitute grass doll in his hand.

  The No. 1 round face chubby face 'color' changed suddenly, and then tried hard to hold back the expression change, forcing a calm expression, pretending to nod: "This... can also make do."

  No. 1 Round Face Chubby just took over the substitute scarecrow handed over by An Yi, and hastily put it on, while the expression that had been working hard to carve also inevitably slackened.

  A sly smile floated on the round face of No. 1 fatty: "Brother, this isn't me cheating you! It's you who wanted to use a substitute scarecrow in exchange. Hehe, you don't know, do you? A substitute scarecrow is worth more than a low-key luxurious one, even if it can only be used once. Even nine low-key luxurious ones aren't comparable."

  No. 1 Round Face Chubby's words "support" looked innocent, but in fact he clearly wanted to disgust An Yi.

  "It's nothing. Since I've given it, I'll just give it." An Yi let out a sigh as if he was somewhat regretful.

  Decoy, compared to low-key luxury, just looking at the literal meaning, An Yi knew that the former must be more valuable. It's just... this low-key luxury of mine is permanent!

  Even if he had just entered this strange world for a short time, An Yi could be sure that such a permanent 'attribute' prop was absolutely not easy to obtain.

  A solo comparison, a substitute doll that can replace death once, is definitely not comparable to low-key luxury. But what about permanent low-key luxury? The value of the two is hard to say.

  Although An Yi thought so in his heart, he couldn't say it out loud. Moreover, he still had to pretend to be regretful, at least to satisfy the psychological needs of that chubby round-faced No. 1...

  In this way, perhaps the intelligence obtained will be more abundant.

  It seemed that An Yi's words were mixed with a sigh of regret, and the round-faced fat man No. 1 had an expression of embarrassment on his face.

  "What's up, bro? Take a look at your own info first..." The chubby round-faced guy pointed to the 'cell phone' in An Yi's hand.

  "Oh?" An Yi raised an eyebrow and tapped on a colorful pattern on his phone screen.

  Code: A314

  Session: Professional

  Points: 43;

  Honors: Invincible in Battle (Hidden) *1, Turning the Tide (Hidden) *1;

  Props: Substitute Grass Man * 2, Low-key Luxury (Permanent).

  Round face chubby No. 1 reminded: "Primary field upgrade professional field, points first meet 10, will directly go up. However... the number of games is upgraded without demotion! In other words, you enter the professional field and can never appear in the primary field again. This is also why I don't want points! And the difficulty of the professional field, tsk..."

  "What's the difficulty of the professional field?" An Yi frowned slightly.

  On the surface, An Yi could see that professional games were more difficult than beginner games. But... where exactly was the difficulty higher? An Yi couldn't think of it at all.

  "A change in rules!" No. 1 Round Face Chubby said to himself, "A slight change in basic rules has led to a geometric increase in the difficulty of professional games!"

  "The primary field is bright with identity, while the professional field is not. You should understand this change in difficulty!" The round-faced fatso No. 1 looked at An Yi with a gloating gaze.

  "Dead and unidentified?" An Yi's face changed slightly.

  The main body of this strange world is a game between 16 people. The primary stage is to identify the bright identities.

  Whether you die in the daytime or at night, once dead, your true identity will be revealed. Whether it's a government official, a commoner, or a thief.

  This seemingly minor rule change determines the level of difficulty.

  Every time someone dies and their identity is revealed, it serves as both evidence and a clue. You can use the person's previous statements, as well as the identity of the deceased, to infer the identities of others.

  As one person after another dies, and one identity after another is revealed, the clues become increasingly intertwined, and the truth becomes increasingly clear.

  But... what if the deceased doesn't reveal their identity? In other words, the evidence hasn't been verified, the results haven't been revealed, and the basis for inference can only be established on empty speculation.

  Even if you can't identify a dead person, just because you think he is someone with a certain identity doesn't mean it's true!

  "Of course, the change in rules, although the difficulty has increased geometrically, is still not too overwhelming." The No. 1 round-faced chubby guy murmured: "For example, those who died in the first two rounds at night can have a chance to leave a last message."

  "Dying words, must be used to tell everyone his identity. Either a civilian or an official. If it's an official, there might even be arrangements for dying words, such as who was killed on the first night, or who had a civilian certificate, and so on. But..." The round-faced fatso's mouth twitched inexplicably several times.

  "But this will may not necessarily be true! Some 'rioters' might just be talking nonsense. Of course, such situations are relatively rare, after all, who would joke about their own life? But! There's a stupid thing about professional arenas, even thieves can commit suicide!"

  "Suicide?" An Yi's face changed color.

  In case of no clear identity, if a thief can kill himself at night and then claim to be a yamen runner...

  "Shouldn't you have thought of that, brother?" Number One, the chubby-faced guy with thick lips, smacked his lips a few times: "Thieves kill themselves and then claim to be yamen runners, and then arrange for someone else to take the fall... this is what's called a 'self-elimination' tactic! Therefore, just because someone dies at night and leaves behind a will, it doesn't necessarily mean they're a good person! This definitely increases the difficulty of making judgments."

  "Even...” Round-faced fatty No. 1 shuddered: "It's said that in professional games, some experts will use the thief's self-destruct function to seal off others' last words during the day. For example, after the first round of speeches, a certain thief is sure they'll be checked, and then they're sure who is the yamen, so on the second night, they knife them, and when it's their turn to speak, they choose to self-destruct during the day, which is called 'fearing guilt and killing oneself'. But this fearing guilt and killing oneself seals off the yamen's last words. Brother, think about it, if the yamen dies without leaving a last word, the consequences..."

  An Yi's face changed color repeatedly.

  Died without revealing his identity, the difficulty was originally higher than the primary scene. If he really encountered such a powerful thief, he would directly kill the bailiff, then seal and cut off the last words, which would undoubtedly make the development of the scene 'chaotic'...

  Government officials and civilians like a stable and orderly scene, while thieves must like 'chaos'! The more chaotic the better!

  And, it's said that the professional arena's Heaven's Ordeal takes 10 points, a full 10 times more than the beginner arena!" The No. 1 round-faced fatty shook his head: "The difficulty of the professional arena is higher than the beginner arena, and the number of points taken for obtaining equipment in Heaven's Ordeal is also higher. This is also why many old birds would rather 'mix' in the beginner arena first, and are unwilling to go to the professional arena. Even...

  No. 1 Round Face Chubby hesitated for a moment: "Even, I've heard that when advancing from the primary arena to the professional arena, there's a 'death' threshold that can kill many people who have just been promoted. Of course, I don't know much about this either. But these reasons alone are enough to make many people unwilling to advance to the professional arena!"

  Number one round face chubby suddenly inexplicably sighed: "Brother, you're quite 'painful', I have a good impression of you. And, I also received your substitute straw man. But... that's all I know, take care of yourself. It's really not easy to live in this strange world, and it's even harder after going pro!"

  He waved his hand and No. 1 Round Face Fatty was about to leave.

  "Can you tell me, professional fields are so much harder than beginner fields, why would anyone still want to go?" An Yi suddenly spoke up again.

  Number one round face chubby paused for a moment, turned his head to look at An Yi: "You advance because others advance. It's just... everyone's determination is different."

  The chubby round-faced No. 1 smiled self-deprecatingly: "In the past, I also dared to, but the longer I 'mixed' in the primary arena, the less I dared to move forward! Brother, it can be seen that you have inadvertently walked to this step. Very hasty, but... maybe not a bad opportunity. Otherwise, maybe one day you will become like me."

  As he spoke, No. 1 Round Face turned his head, waved at An Yi and pressed down on his "cell phone".