Devil Pokémon

Ding Cheng woke up from his sleep,

I saw Fu Jiang and Naiyao sitting on the left and right beside the bed, looking expectant.

"Great, you two finally stopped arguing?" Ding Cheng said tiredly.

Naiyao did not answer the question directly. She held his hand excitedly and said excitedly:

"Ding Cheng! Congratulations, Ding Cheng, you have half-stepped into the T8 realm."

Ding Cheng:? ? ?

Naiyao sighed and touched the back of Ding Cheng's hand. There should be tears in this situation, but she really couldn't cry, so forget it.

"In the 22 hours you were in coma, you have broken through the bottleneck of T9 and half-stepped into the realm of T8."

"I never expected that you could progress so quickly. How did you do it? Is this the legendary talent?"

After being "secretly cultivated" by Fu Jiang, you can naturally step into T8. Why is Nai Yao so surprised?

Ding Cheng was a little curious, looked at Fu Jiang, and found that the other person's expression was joking.

Naiyao doesn’t know how I upgrade?

The shocking thought flashed past, and Ding Cheng's mind was quickly replaced by another thought.

"I was in a coma for 22 hours?"

This time, Fujiang and Naiyao nodded together:

"Yes, you have been sleeping for almost a day."

Ding Cheng turned his head and looked out the window. The sky outside the window was still gloomy, and there seemed to be a steady drizzle in the sky, which made him think it was still early this morning.

"Is anyone dead?"

Ding Cheng asked the question he was most concerned about.

There was less than an hour left on the fifth day on the Styx ferry.

"No one died, but the situation seems to have become more complicated." Naiyao said.

Why do you see it?

Ding Cheng thought this way, but when he raised his eyes and looked around the room, the problem was solved.

During the 22 hours he slept, some of the facilities in the room had quietly changed.

First is the smell of the room.

The room was filled with a faint smell of blood. I didn't know where it came from and it couldn't be dispelled. Even if all the windows were open, the smell was still there.

Second, the color of the room changes.

The walls, carpets, table tops, including the empty picture frames on the walls, were all covered with a light dark red color. It was not blood stains, but more like a high-grade paint that had been quietly smeared by someone with care inadvertently.

What's even weirder is that the originally white quilt covering her body and the sheets underneath her are also stained with this bright red color.

But that's not the weirdest thing.

The weirdest thing was that a big screen appeared on the wall in front of Ding Cheng.

The same big screen as on the deck.

Scarlet numbers danced beside it.

[23:30 GB time, day 5, number of dead: 9, remaining number of dead today: 1]

The clock on the wall rang, and a strange voice suddenly sounded above the room.

The unfamiliar voice read calmly in an emotionless tone:

"No. 1 Zhang Xinai: Dead

Wenqiang No. 2: Normal; Props: Survival list

No. 3 He Mingming: Normal; props: bug

No. 4 Tomie Kawakami: Normal; Props: None

No. 5 Zou Liying: normal; props: surveillance camera

No. 6 Xu Zitong: Normal; props: machete

No. 7 Liu Cuicui: Dead

No. 8 Yan Wendi: Abnormal state; props taken away

No. 9 Zhou Mingyuan: Normal; props: bulletproof vest

No. 10 Li Wei: Dead

No. 11 Han Tianhe: Normal; props: polygraph

No. 12 Liao Wenjie: Normal; props: GPS positioning

No. 13 Pan Shaocong: Dead

No. 14 Liu Chang: Dead

No. 15 Zhou Huanhuan: Dead

No. 16 Zheng Qiang: Dead

No. 17 Naiyao: Normal; Props: None

No. 18 Ding Cheng: Normal; props: revolver (original owner No. 8 Yan Wendi), invisibility cloak (original owner No. 13 Pan Shaocong)

Autumn Moon Ellie on the 19th: Excluded before boarding the ship

No. 20 Hanahata Yoshiko: Excluded before boarding the ship

......"

"What is going on?" Ding Cheng was shocked.

Naiyao shrugged helplessly: "The murderer is live broadcasting. It started five hours ago and is broadcast every three hours."

hiss.

Ding Cheng gasped.

"Live broadcast of death online?"

"Yes." A cold voice sounded.

What answered him this time was the unfamiliar voice above the room.

"First of all, congratulations to passenger No. 18 for waking up. Let us all congratulate him together!"

"Congratulations~"

Rare sounds came from everywhere.

Is this live broadcast still connected to the microphone?

"How do you know what everyone's gifts are?" Ding Cheng asked.

"That's a good question," the voice said cheerfully.

"Why is this~"

"~Because everyone's gifts are from me~"

"~Everyone's guess before was correct. I am indeed among the passengers, eating with everyone and planning everyone's funeral arrangements~"

"~I have the key card for each room, and the power supply and water supply of the ship are also under my control. This means that I know the little secrets of each of you."

"For example, although No. 5 and No. 11 are in a relationship, they secretly want to seduce No. 18."

After finishing his words, Han Tianhe's angry voice immediately sounded.

"What? You really stole it behind my back later? You bitch!"

"Snapped!"

The crisp sound of boxing.

Accompanied by a scream of shame.

Han Tianhe punched Zou Liying hard.

"Haha." The anchor smiled gently: "Sorry, I forgot that No. 5 and No. 11 still live together."

"But don't get too excited on the 11th, because there will be something more exciting later."

"Your three good friends, No. 9, No. 10 and No. 12, originally planned to kill you today, but since No. 10 died early this morning, the plan was shelved. Congratulations on your successful escape. Jie, do you think you are very lucky?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Han Tianhe immediately refuted it.

At the same time, Zhou Mingyuan in Room 109 and Liao Wenjie in Room 112 were each wondering.

They only discussed the matter of plotting to kill Han Tianhe among themselves. How could the murderer know about it?

Could it be that?

Liao Wenjie reacted first.

Among the surviving passengers, one person's prop is: a bug.

But this news was revealed by the murderer himself.

It’s really giving people a handle.

Liao Wenjie was secretly proud and said firmly: "The murderer, I know who you are!"

"It's just that you underestimated the enemy!"

"Oh?" The anchor's voice quickly switched to indifferent mode: "Did you guess my identity based on my voice? Then you are wrong because I used a voice changer."

"Oh, there are only 15 minutes left today, and the last death quota has not yet appeared, so I have to take action myself. I hope to avoid this situation in the future, because if I take action, I will definitely pick the person who is the most annoying to me. "

Liao Wenjie sneered: "Let's end it here, No. 3, He Mingming. You are the murderer, and your tricks should be over by now!"

Liao Wenjie was so confident that Ding Cheng shook his head, No. [-] was not the murderer.

"Haha." The anchor's voice was laughing: "You guessed that I am No. 3, so congratulations, you guessed wrong."

"Look, whose head is flying in the sky~"

The big screen suddenly switched to the deck, blood mist sprayed in an arc, and a body turned into two parts.

The camera gives a close-up.

Liao Wenjie's blood coagulated all over his body.

Because the person who died was No. 3, He Mingming.

[23:45 GB time, day 5, number of dead: 10, remaining number of dead today: 0]

"Okay, today's quota has been successfully completed."