Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Don't worry, I won't steal it from you."

Liu Zheng walked to the chicken coop and reached in to feel around.

Sure enough, he found a letter underneath.

The letter was covered in black stains, making it difficult to make out any of the contents.

“The priest has arrived, and everyone is sick.”

“I don’t believe him, but they don’t believe me.”

"Little Red Riding Hood went to the forest; she is in danger."

"I should go, they're calling me."

"Please protect my chicken; it is my only family and friend."

"Don't come looking for me."

“Bring my chicken to the forest, and it will find me.”

Liu Zheng stared at the letter, lost in thought.

The content is not extensive, but it contains a wealth of information.

First of all, the priest is obviously a very important figure.

It may even be the source of all events in the werewolf village.

Secondly, Little Red Riding Hood and the carpenter must have had a close relationship.

The carpenter might have gone to the forest to find her.

However, the phrase "she is dangerous" is somewhat ambiguous.

Is it Little Red Riding Hood's situation that is dangerous, or is it Little Red Riding Hood herself who is in danger?

Finally, the three sentences at the end of the letter are also self-contradictory.

The first two sentences tell people to protect the chickens and not to come to the forest to look for him.

The next sentence tells someone to take a chicken to the forest to find him.

Was the last sentence actually written by the carpenter?

If not, then why is the handwriting the same?

Liu has been dealing with signatures for years, and ordinary imitations can't fool his eyes.

"Huh? Wait."

He suddenly thought of another problem.

Didn't the rooster say the carpenter was illiterate? Then how did the carpenter write the letter?

Is the rooster lying, or is the carpenter lying?

Or perhaps the letter wasn't written by the carpenter at all?

The mystery this letter presented him was even greater than the number of lines in the letter itself.

"Giggle!"

Suddenly, the rooster crowed.

It pulled its head out of the sack full of wheat and then lay back down on the chicken coop.

Then, the rooster closed its eyes.

Liu Zheng initially thought it was going to sleep, but seeing how tense its whole body looked, it didn't seem like it.

"You don't have food poisoning, do you?"

he asked tentatively.

The rooster is the key to solving the mystery; if it dies, things will get complicated.

It opened its eyes and gave Liu Zheng a disdainful look.

"I am incubating eggs."

"Huh? Aren't you a rooster?"

He said in shock.

"If a rooster can talk, what's so strange about it laying an egg?"

"It seems there's nothing wrong with it."

Liu Zheng put away his surprised expression.

As he watched, the rooster, after a period of strenuous activity, finally laid an egg the size of half a fist.

"Take it away."

it said.

"Uh, actually I'm not hungry."

Liu Zheng said.

If it were just ordinary eggs, he would have taken them without a second thought.

But he always felt that an egg laid by a talking rooster was too hot to handle.

What if it explodes?

"My master said that if someone saves me, I will lay an egg to repay them."

"This isn't a real egg either; you'll find out when you open it."

"That's what the rooster said."

Since it had said so, Liu Zheng picked up the eggs.

He tried shaking it, but there was no sound of egg liquid rolling inside, and it was much lighter than a normal egg, as if it only had one layer of shell.

He gently cracked open the eggshell, and inside was a glittering card.

On the card, a thin witch is surrounded by werewolves.

She held a bottle of red-glowing potion in her hand, her gaze resolute.

"Congratulations to player number 8 for obtaining the Divine Blessing Card: Unstable Compound."

"Effect: If the witch is killed by a werewolf at night, she will randomly kill one of the werewolves. Can be used in conjunction with poison."

What a good thing.

Liu Zheng's eyes lit up.

It's like he has an additional identity as a hunter, and his skills are much more powerful than those of a hunter.

After all, a hunter's shot doesn't necessarily hit the werewolf.

The good guys now have an extra round compared to the werewolves, greatly increasing their chances of winning.

"Announcement: The witch has obtained the Divine Blessing Card 'Unstable Compound'."

"Effect: If the witch is killed by a werewolf at night, she will randomly kill one of the werewolves. Can be used in conjunction with poison."

Before Liu Zheng could be happy for long, the host's voice rang out again.

This time, all the players heard it.

"Depend on."

Liu Zheng thought he could outsmart the werewolf, but the host exposed it to him directly.

But thinking about it, it's quite normal. If the werewolves didn't even know this information, their disadvantage would be too great.

On second thought, the exposure was actually a good thing for him.

This way, even if the werewolf realizes he's the witch, he won't dare kill him, and he'll likely survive to the end.

"It's dark, please close your eyes."

The host's voice sounded again.

This time, Liu Zheng's vision was not taken away, but the outside of the window suddenly turned into night.

The crimson moonlight shone down once more, and the howls of the werewolves rose and fell in waves.

He tried to pull the wooden door, but it wouldn't open.

The wolf howls grew closer.

Four ferocious-looking werewolves ran wildly through the village, letting out laughter as arrogant as the Grim Reaper.

Suddenly, a werewolf pounced on Liu Zheng's window.

Its glowing green pupils stared intently at him, its nostrils flared slightly, and thick saliva dripped from its mouth.

Liu Zheng didn't know what this meant. Did the werewolf vote to kill him?

The werewolf stood there for a few seconds, then left through the window and returned to the pack.

Soon, the howling of wolves gradually subsided, and the village returned to silence.

"Witch, open your eyes. Do you have a vial of poison?"

The host's voice sounded.

The time to choose has come.

Liu Zheng has no antidote left, and he doesn't know if the werewolf will kill him tonight.

If he doesn't use it, he might be wasting a good person's turn.

If he poisons the wrong person, his huge advantage from obtaining the Divine Favor Card will be wiped out.

10号、11号、12号、9号、3号的发言，一一在他的脑海中快速重播。

Finally, just before the host's countdown ended, he made his decision.

Chapter 93 You Can't Catch an Eagle Without Sacrificing a Rooster (Part Two)

"I want Poison No. 12."

Liu Zheng said.

The reason is simple: when No. 12 spoke during the day, she did not shed her witch persona.

Liu Zheng could only conclude that No. 12 truly knew that someone had been killed the previous night, and that the killer was him.

Besides witches, who else knows the correct blade?

Only werewolves.

If number 12 was indeed a good person in disguise, and he just happened to be the one targeted, then he deserved it.

The identity of a witch is not so easy to conceal, and besides, a witch who has used up an antidote has no reason to shield him from harm.

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene in front of Liu Zheng changed instantly.

He came to a small house, and then his hand involuntarily opened the window.

Inside the room, player number 12 was sitting in a chair, dozing off.

Liu Zheng took out the purple reagent bottle and gently shook it.

The compounds in the reagent were thoroughly mixed, and thick black smoke billowed from the bottle opening.

He blew a breath toward the bottle opening, and a large amount of black smoke poured into the room.

The black smoke transformed into the face of a demon and swallowed player number 12 whole.

He suddenly opened his eyes, his eyeballs now as black as the poisonous smoke.

Player number 12 clutched his throat and let out a silent scream.

Liu Zheng couldn't see his expression, but he knew how much pain he was in from the frequency of the mask's trembling.

A dozen seconds later, player number 12 released his throat and instead grabbed at the mask on his face.

The veins on his hands bulged from the excessive force, but he couldn't budge the mask at all, only leaving streaks of blood in vain.