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At the same time, the screams from downstairs stopped and the mechanical voice announced:
[Initial players: 30; Surviving players: 5.]
Only 5 people left?
The two new players and I looked at each other in dismay.
We accounted for 3 people here, which meant only 2 people survived from the 9th to 1st floors.
I thought of some unpleasant possibilities and opened my phone. The player group chat was dead silent.
I took the lead, with the schoolgirl close behind and the fitness coach bringing up the
rear.
Our group of three cautiously headed downstairs.
As soon as we stepped onto the 9th floor, a transparent dome descended over us three.
At the same time, a man and woman walked out from behind the wall.
They held colorful guns, their faces bearing arrogant smiles:
“Hand over all your visitation cards.
“Otherwise, we’ll kill you just like those stupid ones downstairs!”
It was Rachel and Jack.
From the beginning, Rachel and Jack had been playing good cop bad cop, trying to gain the players‘ trust.
Rachel’s private message to me actually had an unsaid second half.
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Back then, James didn’t die in vain. At least he provided a game strategy for later players
up to the sixth day.
Let as many players as possible survive until the fourth day. This doesn’t necessarily rely
on winning over neighbors to get all the visitation cards.
Because not all players are as lucky as me to suddenly possess so many powerful items to intimidate the ghosts. They also didn’t see the newspaper at the bottom of the building and couldn’t persuade the ghosts from an emotional level.
So there was another way.
Robbery and absorption.
Starting from the fourth day, if player A kills player B, player A will also obtain the visitation card for B’s floor ghost, and will inherit the visitation cards player B already possessed.
So it’s just like raising pigs.
As long as A raises this pig called B to be fat and big, and B is weaker than A, in the end A can reap the benefits.
And all of us were pigs raised by Rachel and Jack.
I accidentally became the pig king.
Ptooey ptooey ptooey!
In simple terms, the rules of the horror game allow and support killing each other.
But this time, Rachel and Jack misjudged.
I took off my coat, revealing the red dress. From under the skirt I pulled out the Headless Boss’s cleaver, intestines, and withered hand.
“Tell me, how do you plan to kill me?”
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I casually waved the cleaver, and the S–rank protective dome item shattered and was destroyed.
Rachel and Jack’s faces also cracked inch by inch.
Until finally, they completely collapsed on the ground.
“Nina, I was wrong, I was wrong. I just wanted to be resurrected so badly. Please don’t kill us, spare our lives!”
I didn’t show any mercy, nor did I heed their pleas, I just calmly asked:
“The players downstairs begged you like this too, right? Did you spare them?”
In the end, the rusty cleaver seemed to have its own consciousness as it swung towards them.
A dull knife cutting flesh, each chop could kill them.
But before the knife even touched them, seeing this SSSSS–rank item flying at them, Rachel and Jack’s terror values directly spiked to 100. They exploded and died, their souls scattering, not even leaving a trace of blood.
Finally, I hugged the murderous cleaver in my arms and softly comforted someone:
“It’s okay, don’t be angry. I’m not hurt.”
