Devil Pokémon

"This is absolutely impossible." Zou Liying said angrily:

"I clearly saw the white circle at the door of his room, and the murderer entered his room."

"How could someone else die?"

Zou Liying was still talking angrily, while Ding Cheng's eyes had turned to the big screen along with most of the passengers.

On the screen, the first photo on the left hand side of the fourth row went dark.

The deceased is No. 16, Zheng Qiang.

That bastard?

To be fair, Ding Cheng was not surprised by this result, because No. 16 didn't look like he would survive to the end.

However, there was a gaze peering at him nervously from behind, which made Ding Cheng feel a little uncomfortable.

Turning around, he was met with a cold look.

Just in time to meet the lewd gaze of the voyeur.

No. 13 Pan Shaocong immediately trembled and looked away with a stern look.

Ding Cheng shook his head and looked away, and unexpectedly found another set of eyes staring at Pan Shaocong with interest.

It was Kevin. He looked at Pan Shaocong playfully, as if he was playing a prank.

Pan Shaocong, on the other hand, did not dare to look directly at Kevin, and blindly turned his attention to Ding Cheng.

Ding Cheng looked at Kevin, then at Pan Shaocong, and suddenly understood.

Is Pan Shaocong asking him for help?

"...Please, kill him"

Pan Shaocong said to Ding Cheng with his mouth.

Kill who? Kill Kevin?

Is Pan Shaocong mentally ill?

Ding Cheng looked at Pan Shaocong with a smile and mouthed to him: "You are sick."

Pan Shaocong closed his eyes in despair.

At the same time, Kevin's brisk voice sounded from behind:

"I believe everyone knows that the person who died last night was No. 16, but there is a very interesting point worth sharing with you, that is, No. 16 died in the room of No. 13, and No. 13 died in the room of No. 16 this morning.

Came out."

After Kevin said this, everyone here looked directly at Pan Shaocong.

[GB time 9:30, day 3, remaining time 14 hours and 30 minutes, number of deaths: 2]

"Things of a chicken thief." Zou Liying mocked clearly: "He knew there was something wrong with his own room, so he changed rooms with No. 16."

"Oh my God, it's scary." He Mingming pretended to be shocked and covered his chest: "But isn't No. 16 a member of No. 13's small group?"

Zou Liying laughed and said: "So you can imagine what kind of character No. 13 is, hahahaha."

The passengers all nodded in realization and looked at Pan Shaocong with either questioning or contemptuous looks.

No. 1 Zhang Xinai asked: "No. 5, why did you say there was a problem with room 13?"

Zou Liying was stunned for a moment, secretly regretting that she almost let it slip, but she simply said frankly: "Because there is a white circle at the door of room 13. The white circle represents being selected by the curse. There is a dead one at the door of room 14."

White circle.”

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was shocked.

On the 9th, Zhou Mingyuan slapped the table and cursed angrily: "Pan Shaocong, you are really not a human being."

No. 6 Xu Xu Zi Tong covered his mouth and chuckled: "No. 13 also knows how to use Li Daitao's strategy, so scheming."

No. 1 Zhang Xinai had an innocent and ignorant look in her eyes: "Maybe there is something hidden behind the matter? We should listen to what No. 13 said."

Kevin stared at Pan Shaocong with a smile: "No. 13, I also want to hear what you have to say."

Pan Shaocong seems to be afraid of Kevin.

After struggling for a while with his eyes closed, Pan Shaocong stood up sweating profusely and said loudly: "It's not what you think. Last night on the 16th, he took the initiative to ask me to change rooms. He said he saw it..."

Halfway through his words, Pan Shaocong looked at Kevin nervously, but the latter's half-smiling look made him dare not continue speaking.

Pan Shaocong sat down weakly.

The other passengers made dissatisfied tuts. Obviously, Pan Shaocong's explanation was not convincing.

But Ding Cheng discovered something undercurrent in Pan Shaocong's anxiety.

Pan Shaocong may know some secrets about Kevin, but he dare not tell them because of the latter's threat.

Kevin has the power to destroy Pan Shaocong, so Pan Shaocong said to Ding Cheng, ‘Kill him’

Could the murderer be related to Kevin?

Ding Cheng lowered his head and thought secretly, the situation seemed to be getting more and more interesting.

"According to No. 13, it turns out that No. 16 took the initiative to change rooms." Kevin concluded enthusiastically and sighed: "There is no other way. Let's see how No. 16 died."

The screen changed and Zheng Qiang's posthumous photos were publicly displayed.

Zheng Qiang was stabbed to death, and a fruit knife was inserted straight into his heart. He was lying on the bed with his legs crossed, and the corners of his mouth were the same as those of the people who died before, with a weird smile.

"This is how the photos are displayed." After observing everyone's expressions, Kevin put away the photos and looked at the time. Maybe it took a long time to go through the process today. Kevin smiled politely and left:

"Wish you all enjoy your breakfast" and left.

The sun is shining brightly and the morning breeze is blowing.

Rich food, exuding the aroma of meat.

"Two people are dead, who can still eat?" No. 9 Zhou Mingyuan picked up the knife and fork, put it down, stood up and left.

"Oh, I've lost my appetite." No. 6 Xu Zitong stood up delicately and weakly, walked past Pan Shaocong, and whispered beside him as if nothing had happened: "Sure enough, the death of the second one is worse than the death of the first one.

Now, what will the third person’s death be like? I’m really curious.”

"Hehehe." Xu Zitong covered his mouth and twisted away. The passengers left one after another, leaving Pan Shaocong sitting alone at the dining table with his head covered.

…

21:57 pm.

Suddenly there was a beeping sound outside the door. Zhou Huanhuan pulled up a handful of wet hair and walked to the door to look at the cat's eyes.

After seeing the people standing outside clearly, Zhou Huanhuan's expression immediately changed and she turned around to walk away.

"Huanhuan, it's me." The person outside the door said in a pleading voice.

"Please open the door, I have something important to tell you, and I will tell you only!"

With drops of water dripping from her wet hair, Zhou Huanhuan hesitated and stopped: "If you need something, just say it through the door."

"I'm afraid of being heard through the door. You are the only person I can trust."

The pleading outside the door became lower and lower, and in the end he started sobbing and choking.

Zhou Huanhuan softened her heart and opened the door a small gap.

Pan Shaocong stood outside the door tiredly, his face full of dejection.

"If you have anything to do, just tell me quickly." Zhou Huanhuan scolded: "You lied in front of so many people today. It was obviously you who took the initiative to change rooms with Zheng Qiang last night, and then something like that happened.

I can’t believe you now.”

"Yes, yes." Pan Shaocong admitted: "My fault."

"Yeah." After hearing the admission, Zhou Huanhuan's attitude softened a little: "If you have anything to say, tell me quickly."

Pan Shaocong said nothing and stared blankly at Zhou Huanhuan through the crack in the door.

"Huh? Why don't you speak?"

Seeing that Pan Shaocong didn't respond, Zhou Huanhuan opened the gap a little further.

A mysterious smile suddenly appeared on Pan Shaocong's depressed face.

"What's going on?" Zhou Huanhuan looked at Pan Shaocong unhappily, and suddenly had a dangerous premonition.

"Pan Lu, it's almost 22 o'clock, why don't you go back to your room..."

"You should be the one worried about this."

Before Zhou Huanhuan finished speaking, she suddenly felt her arm being pulled by a huge force, and then she was dragged out of the room alive.

Then the door of 115 was quickly closed in front of her.

?...Zhou Huanhuan stood outside the door in panic, suddenly feeling a very bad feeling.

National standard time, 22 o'clock.

All the lights in the corridor were turned off.

The patrol robot walked into the corridor with firm steps, its iron head lit up green.

"Target captured, shoot!"

Dozens of laser beams as thick as a bowl shot straight ahead.

Zhou Huanhuan exclaimed "Ah" and fell to the ground, a thin mist of blood gushing out from his body.

[National standard time 22:00, day 3, remaining time 2 hours, number of deaths: 3]