Because this game is related to everyone's life and death, everyone's ears perked up after hearing that the long-haired girl No. 4 had clues.

"I couldn't sleep last night. When it was almost 12 o'clock, I heard a ringtone in the room next to me. The ringer rang for a while and then turned off. There was no signal for the mobile phone here at all, so the ringtone must have been the alarm clock.

.”

"That alarm clock is me..."

"No. 5, please don't influence others and wait until it's your turn to speak."

Fatty No. 5 wanted to explain, but Elite Man No. 1 interrupted him directly. Fatty curled his lips and had to swallow his words.

The long-haired woman No. 4 gently moved her body towards Mo Shouchen, and then continued: "I think only the undead would set the alarm at that time, because he is afraid that he will miss the time to kill."

"You're talking nonsense! I set that alarm because I have to do game tasks at 12 o'clock every night. I'm not an undead at all."

Fatty No. 5 once again couldn't control himself and spoke first. His approach aroused everyone's dissatisfaction. Elite Man No. 1 was too lazy to stop him. He looked at the long-haired woman No. 4 and asked: "What else do you want to say?

Of?"

The long-haired girl No. 4 shook her head, and she moved her body towards Mo Shouchen, half of her buttocks moved out of the chair, as if she was afraid that the fat man No. 5 would do something radical.

Elite Man No. 1 pointed at Fat Man No. 5 and said, "No. 5, you can say whatever you have to say now, but you have to calm down and control your emotions."

Fatty No. 5 glared at the long-haired girl No. 4 fiercely and said, "My alarm clock is really set up for a game. If you don't believe me, just look at it, it's just this game."

As he spoke, Fatty No. 5 opened his phone and clicked on a game app, but because there was no signal here, his game could not be connected at all.

"Depend on!"

Fatty No. 5 was a little annoyed. He slapped his cell phone on the table, pointed at the long-haired woman No. 4 and roared: "I think you are the undead. You just want to divert everyone's attention to me. What a shame."

If one villager dies, it will be more beneficial to you undead!"

The long-haired woman No. 4 jumped up from her chair in fright and ran to the other side of the dining table. The elite man No. 1 quickly comforted the fat man No. 5: "No. 5, calm down. No. 4 is just a guess, which does not mean you are certain.

It’s just the undead. There are so many people behind who haven’t spoken yet. Let’s first listen to what others have to say.”

Fatty No. 5 gritted his teeth and gasped, looking very angry, but he did not chase the long-haired girl No. 4 because the game stipulated that players could not hurt each other, and he did not dare to break the taboos of the villa yet.

Seeing that Fat Man No. 5 calmed down, Elite Man No. 1 turned his attention to the sloppy uncle No. 6: "It's your turn to speak."

The sloppy uncle No. 6 rubbed his greasy hair, which he wondered if it was naturally curly, and then said lazily: "I also heard the cell phone ringing last night, but No. 5's explanation was reasonable, and these were all off-site factors.

You don’t need to pay too much attention to my identity. I am just an ordinary villager, so I don’t have any clues.”

What an old fox!

Mo Shouchen cursed in his heart, the sloppy uncle No. 6 seemed to be talking to the fat man No. 5, but in fact he was secretly trying to make up for it. It would be better to stay away from such people in the future.

After the sloppy uncle No. 6 finished speaking, the bespectacled man No. 7 whispered, "I'm not an undead," and then lowered his head and clasped his fingers, as if he didn't intend to defend himself at all.

The last one to speak was the short-haired woman No. 8. Her eyes scanned everyone's faces before she said: "I think No. 1 would not have the courage to bluntly say that he is suspected. If he is an undead, he should not have the courage.

And No. 7, if he were an undead, he would definitely defend himself, so I don’t think he looks like it either.”

"Then you mean I'm the only one who looks like an undead!"

Fatty No. 5 felt that the situation was obviously not good for him, so he became a little angry and extremely sensitive. This time he also offended the short-haired girl No. 8.

Elite Man No. 1 patted Fatty No. 5 on the shoulder to signal him to calm down, and then said to everyone: "Now that everyone has spoken, does anyone else want to add?"

"I, I want to add!" Fatty No. 5 raised his right hand, "I'm a fortune teller. I tested No. 1 last night. He is a villager. After a while, everyone will vote No. 4 with me. She must be an undead. Then tonight

I'll test number 8 again, the exorcist must protect me tonight!"

No one responded or refuted, because Fatty No. 5, the fortune teller, was so fake. It was obvious that he just wanted to use his identity as a fortune teller to survive this round of voting.

"Does anyone else have anything to say?"

Elite Man No. 1 asked again. Seeing that no one had anything to say, he glanced at the time and said, "Then let's start voting now. I will count to three, and then we will point out the ones you think are undead."

that person."

"one"!

"two"!

"three"!

"Wow", four people cast their votes, and these four people all pointed at Fatty No. 5. They were Elite Man No. 1, Long-haired Woman No. 4, Sloppy Uncle No. 6, and Short-haired Woman No. 8.

Mo Shouchen, the little boy No. 2 and the man with glasses No. 7 chose to abstain from voting.

The result was obvious: Fatty No. 5 was eliminated on the first day.

"You stinky cousin, I'm going to kill you!"

Realizing that he was about to be eliminated, Fatty No. 5 no longer cared about the taboo of not hurting each other. He angrily jumped up from his chair and planned to rush towards the long-haired girl No. 4, but as soon as he took the first step, his feet slipped.

, his whole body fell backwards heavily, and the solid wood chair was crushed by his body.

"puff"!

A broken chair leg pierced the back of Fatty No. 5's head, and then came out of his mouth. The viscous liquid slid down the tip of the chair leg and dripped back into his mouth.

No one thought that this was an accident. It must have been the result of the voting that led to the death of Fatty No. 5. However, no one thought that the elimination method would be so tragic.

The long-haired woman No. 4 turned her face to the other side. She covered her mouth hard to stop spitting out. The other people's faces didn't look good either. Elite Man No. 1 was the first to react and quickly covered it with a tablecloth.

He found the body of Fat Man No. 5.

Because they had to live in the villa for several days, the elite man No. 1 and the sloppy uncle No. 6 who participated in the voting rolled up the body with a tablecloth and threw it into the bathroom on the first floor together with the broken chair stained with blood.
Chapter completed!