Chapter 31: Who is the Yamen Runner and Who is the Thief (7)
"Huh?" Super fatty No. 7's face full of 'fat' and 'meat' shook a few times: "I'm a citizen, I think No. 3 is also like a citizen! No. 2 is just a thief, right?"
"Haha, but I won't vote! If No. 12 is a yamen runner, then No. 2 is obviously a thief!"
"Are you saying that Three and Seven didn't check, so I'll just quietly return Three? No way! I'm a civilian! As Three said, civilians don't need to pay. Fourteen, you're also a civilian, you don't need to pay either." Number 7, the super fat guy, had a sly smile on his face: "Let's watch Two get PKed!"
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Looking at the lantern floating in front of his eyes, An Yi's arm lifted lightly, but hesitated for a moment, and finally put it down.
The 2nd tight-fitting 'pants' fitness man is not a thief, actually An Yi couldn't be sure either. Although the 2nd tight-fitting 'pants' fitness man looked like a thief, what if...
Anyway, if No. 2 tight pants handsome guy is not a police officer, then No. 12 small eyes suit man will definitely go for No. 2 tight pants handsome guy;
No. 12, the man in the suit with small eyes, if he wasn't a plainclothes officer, definitely wouldn't have dared to get on this bus. If No. 2, the muscular man in tight pants, was indeed an officer, all we can do is watch whether his guess is right or wrong...
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A brief wait, and with a burst of flame from the brazier in front of him, the results of the vote appeared on the parchment above.
No. 2: No. 12 (1 vote)
Number Three: Number Two (1 vote);
Abstained: No. 3, No. 7 and No. 14.
The voting results were revealed at the same moment that An Yi and the 2nd number tight pants fitness man's figures emerged from the darkness.
"PK phase, No. 2, please speak." A dull voice appeared.
"Number Twelve, are you out of your mind? Can't you see your own status? You're just a commoner, and yet you dare to vote against me? Are you sick or something?" Number Two's face turned red with rage.
"Third and Seventh didn't investigate! Third just made that statement, obviously trying to make civilians not vote. Let's see who's the real hero between me and Twelfth!" The muscular man in tight pants, Number Two, was furious.
"Number Seven, you're also an idiot! Are you sick? You followed Number Three to vote for civilians without a ticket! If it weren't for Number Five clearly being a killer, Numbers Four and One would have committed suicide out of fear. I thought there were two thieves on the scene!" Number Two, a muscular man in tight pants, became more agitated as he spoke: "All votes for Number Three are invalid! Number Twelve is just a foolish commoner!"
No. 2 Tight Pants Gym Boy glared angrily in the direction of No. 12 Small Eyes Suit Man in the darkness: "Twelve! Look at your own identity, I checked you out before, you're a civilian! What are you doing trying to get on my ticket? Are you sick or something?! Three is a thief! Didn't you guys hear his speech? He said civilians shouldn't get on the ticket! In this situation, it's still 'civilians can't get on the ticket', what kind of nonsense is that?"
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"This... " An Yi shrugged: "If No. 12 were a civilian, even if he wanted to, he wouldn't be able to throw it onto your body, No. 2."
"You still want to acknowledge a yamen at this time, even if I let No. 12 not vote for you first and PK again, I'm afraid No. 12 won't agree!" An Yi shook his head with a smile: "You might as well acknowledge a civilian on the PK stage and say that you just wanted to block the knife earlier. Maybe you can still 'mix' past."
"Whatever, anyway No. 12 will definitely vote you to death." An Yi lazily said no more.
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The brief voting process has come again, An Yi quietly looked around and waited for the voting results to appear.
As expected, No. 2 tight-fitting 'pants' will definitely be killed in the pk stage.
The bonfire flared up, sweeping over the sheepskin scrolls above. Only...
At the moment he saw the voting result, An Yi was stunned for a moment.
Number 2: Number 12 (1 vote)
No. 3: No. 7 (1 vote)
Abandon: No. 14.
The re-balancing of PK tickets has entered the stage of speeches under the PK platform.
No. 7 Super Fatty's figure appeared first, with a sly smile on his face: "Hehe! Actually, I'm the thief! Anyway, in the previous vote, No. 2 voted for No. 3 and didn't vote for me, so I'll definitely win! Tonight, I'll stab No. 2! No. 2 is the real traitor!"
"Heh heh!" Super fatty No. 7 sneered, with a gloomy smile: "As for why No. 12 voted for No. 2, I don't know."
"Huh...?" Super fatty No. 7 suddenly fell face down: "What the heck! Scared me to death! I was just casually playing around! I thought No. 12 and No. 14 would definitely vote for No. 2, so I just casually cast a vote! The result..."
"No. 14 didn't even get a vote! I almost died for No. 3, luckily No. 12 got one vote for No. 2." Super fatso No. 7's chubby face was filled with awkwardness: "Sorry about that, my fault... almost messed up here."
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"Are you sick?" Number 12, the man in the western suit with a bad complexion, said: "Number 7, are you sick or not? You're just randomly voting for fun? You vote randomly, number 14 votes randomly again, I vote randomly again, and we'll just vote out number 3 for fun?"
"Besides, what's with the 14th? Why didn't you vote? This is really fucking hilarious! The suit-wearing man with small eyes on the 12th was furious: "Stop messing around! All votes were wasted on No. 2, I'm so fed up, almost killed No. 3!"
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"Cough... I thought 12 and 7 would be enough with just the two of you voting, so I slacked off and didn't vote." The 14th, a young 'youth' with acne and glasses, also looked a bit embarrassed: "Vote for 2, I'll vote too, don't randomly vote, 7!"
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The voting result appeared again at the same time, and this time An Yi's figure did not unexpectedly retreat into darkness.
Innumerable sharp blades suddenly appeared under the 2nd tight-fitting 'pants' of the muscular man in this instant.
The blade of the knife pierced upwards through the body of the 2nd tight-fitting 'pants' fitness man.
Bureaucrats, commoners, victory!
Sixth (Ya): Points + 2;
Eight (Ya): points + 2;
No. 9 (Ya): Points +2;
No. 12 (Ya): Points +2;
Three (min): points + 1;
Seven (min): points + 1;
Number 10 (civilian): points +1;
Eleven (min): points + 1;
Thirteen (min): points + 1;
Fourteen (min): points + 1;
Fifteen (min): points + 1;
Sixteenth (civilian): points + 1.
As the crimson characters appeared on the sheepskin scroll, various corpses gradually restored to their original state, as if everything before was just a dream. Only four corpses left in the field silently hinted at something...
Many people's faces flashed a hint of relief, as if they had let out a sigh because they had survived one ordeal.
Just when everyone thought that everything had temporarily come to an end, the round moon above was briefly obscured by a hint of 'darkness'.
"It's a peddler!" Someone exclaimed.
At this moment, an old man wearing a bamboo hat and tattered raincoat, driving a mule cart, slowly descended from the sky.
"Good quality and cheap price, suitable for both old and young!" A loud voice like a broken gong sounded as the mule cart landed, coming from the mouth of a man wearing a raincoat and a conical hat.
Just as the old man in a raincoat and conical hat finished shouting, An Yi suddenly had a sheepskin paper scroll appear in his hand.
It is much smaller than the sheepskin scroll floating above the bonfire, and slightly larger than the sheepskin scroll washed at the time of the competition.
A row of characters, quite dazzlingly exposed on a sheepskin scroll.
An Yi subconsciously glanced around, trying to see how others reacted, but it seemed that with the arrival of the traveling peddler, everyone's figures retreated back into the darkness.
He raised an eyebrow and looked at the sheepskin paper roll in his hand.
Counterfeit Bulletproof Vest*99: Points 10/1;
Low-key luxury * 99: points 10 / 1;
Leave application * 5: (Honor * 1 + points 10) / 1;
Strawman of Substitute Death * 2: (Honor * 2 + Points 20) / 1;
Special Identity Token x1: (Honor * 10 + Points 30) / 1.
"What's this?" An Yi first took a look at the most familiar "low-key luxury", and figured out what was going on.
The contents of the sheepskin scroll are a list of items sold by traveling peddlers.
The part before the colon is the name of the prop and the quantity in stock; the part after the colon is the price of a single prop.
Before that, An Yi was puzzled why others didn't use props like 'low-key luxury', now it makes sense after seeing this list.
10 points of merit, a low-key splendor, can only be used once... This price is not ordinary!
Therefore, those who use this type of prop are either like An Yi with permanent scenes or should be obtained through 'drawing' awards or Tian Zhao competition, and no one should spend points to buy them from the Traveling Peddler...
Points may not be very useful for people who are not top-notch, but even if they're not very useful, there's no need to waste them like this. After all, points can still buy some useful things. For example...
Although he had some guesses in his mind, An Yi still took a glance at that 'fake bulletproof vest'.
Similar to 'low-key luxury', but 'fake bulletproof vest' has a certain probability of refusing to be stabbed by thieves on the first night of each game.
Of course... just like 'low-key luxury', if the first night refuses, the thief can still re-select a person to stab.
Similar to 'low-key luxury'... 'chicken' ribs.
After figuring out the 'fake bulletproof vest', An Yi looked at other props on the list. But...
The blink of an eye, the 'leave slip' has changed from '*5' to '*1'.
Leave note: After use, within 72 hours, it is in a rest period and does not accept summons!
An Yi just took a glance at the 'leave application form'... and that last one also disappeared from the list!
An Yi's face changed color, and it was clear what had happened. But...
At the moment when the 'leave application form' disappeared from the list, even the 'scapegoat' also disappeared from the list.
An Yi's face was full of speechlessness.
The swift have, the slow have not!
An Yi had just figured out what was going on, but apart from the "counterfeit bulletproof vest" and "low-key luxury", all the good stuff had been snatched clean.
No... There's another prop!
An Yi's gaze shifted to the last item on the list.
Special Identity Token from Treasure Box: 100% chance to obtain Special Identity Token (not Official, not Thief, not Commoner) when opening the treasure box, but usage is restricted.
"What special identity?" An Yi's face changed color.
It's unclear what this special identity is all about, but judging from the literal meaning, An Yi understood that this 'Special Identity Token' was definitely a good thing. Only...
30 points, An Yi can afford it, but 10 honors...
Looking at the 'Special Identity Token in the Treasure Box' that never disappeared from the list, An Yi's gaze slightly shifted, and he glanced around the darkness, figuring out why no one had bought it.
Too expensive! 10 honors...... I guess no one in the audience can afford it.
Just as An Yi was preparing to wait quietly for 'Traveling Peddler' to leave and then slip away, another line of words appeared on the sheepskin paper scroll.
To be exact, there was a note at the very bottom of the list.
Note: Hidden Honor * 1 = Honor * 10 (Only for hidden honor holders, special reminder!!!!)
An Yi's eyes twitched, and he stared tightly at the line of notes, reconfirming once more. His gaze then shifted to the "Special Identity Token" next to the treasure box on the list, filled with shock and uncertainty.
Buy? Not buy?
Without much hesitation, An Yi directly bought that one and only 'Special Identity Token' along with the treasure box.
The moment the 'Special Identity Token in the Treasure Box' disappeared from the list, a ray of light appeared on the sheepskin paper roll in An Yi's hand and shot towards An Yi...the 'mobile phone' in his pocket.
Even at this moment, An Yi had an illusion that the old man in a raincoat and conical hat looked at him.
Before he could even take out his phone to confirm, the sheepskin scroll in his hand had inexplicably disappeared.
As the sheepskin scroll disappears, the old man with a bamboo hat and raincoat drives his mule cart towards the horizon, gradually disappearing from view.
The surrounding darkness receded as the figure of another person emerged, and Super Fatty #7 let out a shocked cry: "Whoa! Who's so ruthless?! The Special ID Token and Treasure Box can both be bought with 10 Honors! That's 10 Honors, I tell you!"
No. 12, a man with small eyes in a western suit, had a hint of envy on his face: "Having a special status allows you to safely move up to the high-end scene."
"That's not necessarily true." The white-haired naval officer in his 11th uniform pressed down on the brim of his hat: "The special identity token is just a treasure chest! If you want to ascend to the high-end scene with peace of mind, your scene permissions can't be lower than two digits, otherwise..."
"If the permissions are too few, it's useless." The white-haired naval uniformed man shook his head on November 11th, took out his phone and pressed a button, seemingly not too concerned about the "Special Identity Token" in the treasure box.
Many eyes in the audience flickered, and some people's faces even had an inexplicable "color".
An Yi's eyebrows furrowed slightly, temporarily suppressing the idea of asking others for advice.
As people began to leave one after another, An Yi took out his mobile phone and prepared to leave. But just then, No. 13 Tang Lao Ya Mi Old Mouse's female companion sauntered over to An Yi.
"Hey, wanna hang out with me?" No. 13 Tang Old Crow Mouse asked with a sly smile, winking at An Yi.
