Ming Ke: When the villain accidentally mixes into the protagonist group

The moment the music started, Bourbon and Scotland were the first to rush out of Room 4, and the other participants quickly followed.

"Lei and Mingyue were not here during the vote." Scotland frowned, but did not slow down his pace at all.

"But the total number of votes is still 18, which means they've been here." Bourbon's eyes flashed coldly, and he clenched his gauze-wrapped fists. "Mingyue must have been taken away by that guy."

"Where do you think they'll go?" Scotland turned to look at Bourbon beside him. "If we don't pay attention to the voting results, won't they have become strangers?"

Bourbon adjusted his breathing and whispered, "Do you think Mingyue will become a passerby?"

Scotland shook his head slightly, "But the rules of this game are not friendly to her."

"If that's the case, I think there's a higher chance that Lei will just become a passerby." Bourbon frowned, his thoughts churning in his heart.

"How about I become a passerby?" Scotland suggested in a low voice, looking at Bourbon.

"It's only the fourth round. Becoming a passerby too early will be detrimental to future plans." Bourbon gritted his teeth. He knew that becoming a passerby would give him the chance to be with Mingyue all the time, but if he did it too early, he wouldn't have enough say. "The vote pattern just now shows that some people have already formed an alliance."

"Red foxes received five votes, lions received six, and baboons received seven votes."

"Those people from the Apocalypse Church have cooperated with that sissy, and Brown Bear has also voted for him." Bourbon expressed his guess, but their discussion could only end here. At a fork in the road ahead, the two ran in different directions.

Outside the cruise ship, the white clouds in the sky were rolling like waves on the sea.

In Room 4, the Elk Housekeeper looked at the underworld princess Mafia Karen and said, "Miss, it seems we are being targeted."

"It's just a chair that's been removed. It's time to move around." Mafia Karen, the underworld princess, walked towards the door with a cane in hand.

Parrot Girl frowned and suggested, "I can bring another chair over."

"Then the number of another chair will be exposed to them, and I guess this one will be lost." The underworld princess Mafia Karen said in a calm tone, her blind stick drawing an arc in front of her, and her steps were steady.

"I'll move a chair nearby, and then hide it after this round." The parrot girl looked at the underworld princess Mafia Karen.

The Elk Housekeeper whispered, "Miss, this method is feasible."

"I want to take a walk."

The parrot girl rolled her eyes and said, "I can hide for now. As long as the young lady comes over before the music stops."

"Go ahead, mark the place, and I'll take the young lady there." The elk housekeeper nodded.

However, Mafia Karen, the underworld princess, sighed, "There will be one less person voting for me this round."

The Elk Housekeeper took a deep breath and said in a deep voice, "My lady, as long as you can win this round, you won't have to worry about those people."

"That's true." Mafia Karen, the underworld princess, walked towards the door of Room 4.

The parrot girl glanced at the eldest lady and rushed out of the room. She had to get the chair before anyone else.

At this time, the whistling on the radio was replaced by rhythmic music, but the beautiful melody was mixed with discordant notes.

Bang!

Click!

The sound of metal tearing was creepy, and the timid people huddled together, watching the chairs turn into piles of scrap metal.

"Sir, you're awesome!" Jeffrey Dahmer's admirers shouted. Some even declared, "Sir, you're sure to win."

"Hahahaha..." Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer laughed wildly, and his admirers laughed along with him, and these laughters seemed particularly harsh amidst the melodious piano sound.

The fake smile on the skinny admirer's face gradually faded, and his brows were furrowed under the mask. He secretly glanced at the short and fat admirer next to him, only to see that the smile on that fat face was not very sincere, and he began to have some guesses in his heart.

"Sir, this is a brilliant move! As long as we destroy their chairs, victory will belong to you, sir."

"But if adults don't have chairs to sit on, won't they become passers-by too?" One of Jeffrey Dahmer's fans questioned this, and the laughter stopped abruptly, and the melodious piano music and clear children's voices echoed in their ears.

"Oh who— killed Cock Robin?"

"Sir, if we only want to keep one chair, then all the others should be destroyed." The short and fat admirer looked at the skinny admirer next to him and said, "Tell me, am I right?"

"Yes, yes, yes..." The skinny admirer nodded repeatedly, "Master, only only..."

"Only in this way can more participants become passersby." The short and fat admirer took over the conversation. "Only adults can win this game. And we only collect chips, not give them out. As long as adults win, they will all be eliminated."

"Knock them out! Knock them out!" Jeffrey Dahmer's fans cheered again, drowning out the songs on the radio.

The short and fat admirer glanced at the people around him and said loudly, "But the most urgent thing is to find more chairs to help the master win the final victory!"

As soon as the words fell, someone responded loudly: "Let's find chairs separately!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" An admirer with dyed yellow hair pointed in a direction, "I'm going this way!"

"Then I'll go over there!"

"Everyone, split up quickly and let the adults destroy one if you find one!"

As the words fell, the admirers who had been gathered around brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer scattered.

The thin admirer observed the expressions of the others and noticed that half of them had stopped smiling as they turned to leave. It seemed that many people had similar experiences. The thin admirer suddenly raised his hand to touch his ear, but just as his fingertips were about to touch the earlobe, he quickly lowered it and turned to join the group looking for a chair.

However, these little actions of the thin admirer did not escape the eyes of the short and fat admirer. After glancing at the brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer who was laughing wildly, the short and fat admirer also turned and left, but he chose a path that was completely opposite to that of the thin admirer.

The children's chorus on the radio is still so clear and melodious: "Look my dear, they are right hurrying for their stage."

In a shop on the fourth floor of the cruise ship, the hedgehog-haired man on white horse searched every corner of the shop, but could not find the chair he had hidden. A bad premonition surged in his heart.

"Oh no! Looks like someone took the chair I hid first." The hedgehog-haired man on the white horse frowned. Suddenly, he saw the black wolf leading the gray rabbit towards him, and suddenly an idea came to his mind...

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Preview of the next chapter: Vows, lies, calculations, where did the missing people go?