Chapter 2 Who is the Last Thief?

  The 99 candles flickered on and off, as if they would never be extinguished, being lit again and again.

  As one candle after another is lit again, the flame shines brightly, and the darkness that shrouds No. 4's figure retreats together with it.

  Number 4 was wearing a vest, with his arms bare, and added to that an oily bald head, no matter how you looked at him he didn't seem like a good person.

  "You said 14, so it's 14? Then I'd be too embarrassed!" Number 4 Bald Head growled in a fierce tone: "I'm not going to give you 14!"

  Baldy No. 4 yelled at the top of his lungs: "I'm betting on No. 16! Are you going to place a bet? Whoever places a bet, I'll take whoever!"

  "Do you know who my husband is?"

  Number 5 is a stout woman, as soon as she opened her mouth, she shouted loudly and arrogantly: "Ah! And! This is kidnapping! Do you know...?"

  Accompanied by No. 5's loud words, the big mole at the corner of her mouth twitched and she even tried to struggle with her body.

  No one responded to her words, but it couldn't stop her increasingly triumphant momentum. Only...

  When the 99 candles went out, her loud words and her bloated body were instantly shrouded in darkness.

  $$No. 6 is a woman wearing a white coat, with long hair tied back, in her early twenties, with a decent face and figure.

  But... The white-coated woman with number 6 on her back had an icy expression: "First, let out number 4."

  $$No. 7 is a middle-aged man wearing a blue work uniform, with slightly disheveled and unkempt stubble on his chin.

  "Let's send someone from 12, 13 or 14. I think...I think..." The man in the No. 7 work uniform turned pale and hesitated for a moment: "Send someone from 14. After all, the ID card says 3, also says it's from 14."

  $$No. 8 is a woman wearing a black professional attire and a pair of black-framed glasses, giving off a somewhat born-to-be-a-queen vibe.

  "What is your identity, No. 6? Are you going to come out with No. 4? If you take the words of No. 16 as empty talk..." The face of No. 8, a woman in uniform, turned stern: "I think this one suits you best!"

  $$No. 9 was a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl wearing a light green dress. She wasn't very old, but the expression on her face didn't show any panic at all.

  "Are you guys doing this right?" The little girl No. 9 weakly bit her lip: "Officer No. 16 did say that, let's get someone out of 12, 13, and 14 to chat about their thieving faces. But what about you guys... where have you gone astray..."

  "Also! Number 3! You are a middle-placed citizen, not an end-placed citizen, don't speak randomly, okay?"

  Number 9 little girl puffed out her cute cheeks: "Wasn't it said that numbers 12, 13, and 14 would be next? Why do I feel like 12 and 13 have been forgotten?"

  "Lastly! I'm voting for No. 12! Not because he's like a thief, but...!" The little girl No. 9 paused: "In short, I must vote for No. 12!"

  $$10 wore a black vest, camouflage pants, and a pair of high-top military boots. A long scar ran across the top of his short hair on both sides of his head;

  An axe-chopping, knife-carving face, always tense, not a hint of smile, nor a hint of panic. Just like, just like a dead machine!

  No. 10 Deadpan Scar Man, with eyes filled with apathy, looked around in all directions into the darkness. Only when his gaze moved did his eyes have a sharp glint for an instant, like that of a hawk.

  Ninety-nine candles went out one by one, and Number Ten Scar Man remained silent throughout.

  When all 99 candles went out and were re-lit, a blank scroll suddenly unfolded above the bonfire.

  "Execution vote, start!" The gloomy voice appeared once again.

  The bonfire was still burning, but the figures around it were all shrouded in darkness.

  An Yi couldn't see anyone else except himself, while fourteen small lanterns suddenly appeared and floated in front of him.

  On these fourteen lanterns were marked the corresponding numbers for everyone. Except...the dead No. 11, and An Yi.

  There is no No. 11 because No. 11 died; there is no An Yi's number because one cannot vote for oneself.

  Although the body is still confined, the arm can be lifted.

  An Yi's arm involuntarily lifted up a little, but then fell back down again.

  Quietly watching the red lanterns floating in front of him, but An Yi seemed to be completely indifferent to this voting matter.

  The silence lasted for a short while, and then the bonfire suddenly burst into fierce and vigorous flames.

  The flames swept across the blank pages of the book, but the book was not burned, and rows of blood-colored characters appeared on it.

  No. 12: No. 2, No. 9 (2 votes).

  No. 14: No. 3, No. 15 (2 votes).

  No. 4: No. 16 (1 vote).

  No. 6: No. 8 (1 vote).

  No. 8: No. 6 (1 vote).

  No. 9: No. 12 (1 vote).

  Abstentions: Nos. 1, 4, 5, 7, 10, 13 and 14.

  An Yi's eyes widened slightly.

  Not just because of the PK with No. 12 on stage;

  It's even more because after subconsciously scanning the voting results, An Yi was left speechless by the feedback information from this vote.

  Isn't patient number 13 too calm?

  It's already 3 pm, and he still hasn't shown up? Could it be... that he has the same idea as me? But listening to his words, it doesn't seem like it!

  And the 2 boys in Class 12...

  In a situation where three people were about to open P, the ball suddenly flew out of bounds and hit No. 9? Was it just because No. 9 said he didn't like him?

  And what about the woman in white coat No. 6 and the career woman No. 8, did they completely ignore the words of constable No. 16? Did they start fighting directly?

  And what about that 15-year-old girl who was only seven or eight years old?

  Cried for 99 seconds, but didn't delay buying tickets at all!

  What's going on?

  The No. 2 beer girl, isn't she always hesitating among 12, 13 and 14?

  Why did you finally decide on 12? Was it a random choice?

  And also...

  What's the logic of this No. 3? Just because you speak briefly, does that mean you firmly vote for yourself?

  There are still others... The number of abstentions is also too high! Are they all thinking like me?

  As the blood characters on the scroll disappeared, An Yi and the silhouette of the 12-year-old boy emerged from the darkness.

  Two large machetes were stuck in the necks of An Yi and the 12-year-old boy.

  "Phase PK! No. 12, please speak!" The dull voice appeared once again, and the 99 candles were lit up.

  "I'm not afraid of an opponent as strong as a god! What I fear is teammates like pigs!" The 12-year-old boy with a middle schooler's attitude puffed out his chest: "My fellow companions' brains are all filled with crap, and they actually threw me into the PK?"

  "Number 2! Number 9! What are you two? Thieves, I suppose! How dare you get on my carriage!" Number 12 was agitated: "Number 14, you must die! I am a constable! You must give way to me! If you don't give way to me, then you're a thief!"

  99 candles were extinguished and then lit again.

  $$ An Yi subconsciously linked up all sorts of clues before, considering the possibility that No. 12 was a yamen runner, and how big it was.

  However, just as the clues in his mind were starting to connect, An Yi suddenly froze.

  An Yi suddenly shook his head in self-mockery and inexplicably sighed: "Get me out of here."

  Brief, as always brief!

  An Yi said this, it's not that he wants to play some kind of psychological warfare; even more so, it's not that he has analyzed that the 12th is a yushi. But rather...

  An Yi was never very good at surviving on his own. And then there's...

  An Yi only found out when he first participated in this game that the losing camp would all die, truly die!

  The struggle between camps, winning or losing, life and death, is nothing to be condemned, but An Yi was very repelled!

  Everyone has the right to live, what qualifications do others have to decide on others' life and death?

  Survival of the fittest? Does being superior in some aspect give one the right to control others' lives and deaths?

  An Yi strongly rejects and is disgusted by this idea!

  Maybe some people think An Yi is naive, foolish and too trusting, but he really can't accept it!

  When this rejection is added to An Yi's originally weak desire for survival, An Yi's actions will naturally...

  The 99 candles were lit one by one until they went out. After a while, the dull voice sounded again: "Speech No. 14 is over!"

  $$ An Yi no longer saw the lanterns in front of him, only the cold, icy big knife that was always stuck to his neck.

  The people on the upper PK platform are not eligible to vote and can only passively wait for the voting results.

  The bonfire flared up again with a vigorous flame, the flames licking at the scroll, and the blood-colored characters covered everything that had been written before.

  No. 12: No. 4, No. 6, No. 7, No. 8, No. 9, No. 10, No. 16 (7 votes).

  No. 14: No. 3, No. 15 (2 votes).

  Abstentions: Nos. 1, 2, 5 and 13.

  As soon as the voting result came out, the big axe hanging on An Yi's neck instantly disappeared.

  ...and that thing around the neck of the 2nd boy in Class 12...

  The big knife swung fiercely and cut off the head of the 12-year-old boy. Even his head bounced on the ground like a rubber ball, twice.

  The body of the 12-year-old boy fell to the ground with a thud, and the number '12' next to his corpse slowly changed until it finally settled into the character for "people".

  The bonfire went out, and the black night fell again, surrounding them in that eerie silence.

  An Yi was stunned for a moment. He himself had recognized it, but how did it turn out to be No. 12...

  Subconsciously analyzing it for a moment, An Yi instantly figured out the reason.

  At 16th, Li's official residence issued No. 3 civilian certificate, and under the circumstances of PK on 12, 13, and 14, No. 12 was likely to be Li's lowest shot!

  Since it's highly unlikely that No. 12 is a government official, some ordinary people naturally don't have much scruples.

  So...

  Can most of the players and citizens tolerate that No. 12, a PKer who still likes to jump up and down on the PK stage with an unknown identity, continue to live?

  The thief should be hoping that No. 12 stays on the field to cause chaos! But... would the thief dare to sacrifice himself, No. 14, to protect this No. 12? Wouldn't that expose him?!

  No. 12 situation indirectly verifies a truth!

  If you don't seek death, then you won't die!

  He sighed and looked again in the direction of corpse No. 12 in the darkness.

  In An Yi's opinion, No. 12 middle school isn't that serious after all.

  Because... An Yi's last game, which was also his first time entering this game, he encountered an even more arrogant guy!

  That guy started by recognizing the wrongdoer and reporting him for execution!

  Issuing household registration certificates or reporting and investigating homicides is really a matter of official business!

  Normally, only a yamen runner or a bandit would dare to behave like that!

  At that time, the goods were reported and killed, and they were directly reported to the yamen's forehead.

  Because of that guy, a thief hadn't even appeared yet, but two yamen were already exposed, forming a situation of 2 yamen against 4 thieves. What's more, it almost caused the 'good people' camp to lose!

  Only after pushing that guy out of the way as a thug did I realize... he was a civilian!