Monument of Life and Death

  Chapter 417 I am a civilian

  The fool suddenly remembered something.

  Jumping is not Zhao Qianle’s way.

   Isn’t the personality that controls Wansheng’s suicide, not the depressed personality of Zhao Qianle?

  Is it... Wansheng himself?

  The fool took out his cell phone and planned to tell his companions about the discovery, but at the same time he found that his cell phone could not be opened either.

"It's impossible to give the knife back to you," the idiot glanced at Zhao Qianle who was sitting on the ground while pressing the phone. "Although I don't know why you appeared here, you want to commit suicide in front of me. It's absolutely nothing."

  "Give me the knife, I can hide and commit suicide elsewhere." Zhao Qianle stretched out his hand.

   Actually still bargaining?

   "You still don't understand what I mean." The fool put away the phone that has become a brick, and squatted down, "With me, you don't want to kill yourself."

  Zhao Qianle withdrew his hand blankly, and his eyes looked at the fool with a bit of resentment. For a long time, he slowly stood up and walked forward along the corridor.

  "Where are you going? Are you going to commit suicide again?" The fool followed closely.

   "I am guilty," Zhao Qianle's back was a little shaken, "I am a sinner."

   "What's your sin? Do you help your brother bury the body?"

   "Now, you haven't figured it out yet," Zhao Qianle turned his head suddenly and stared at the fool, "I don't have a brother, I am Zhao Qianle, I am part of Wansheng."

  This also confirms the conjecture in the mind of the fool.

  He is one of Wan Sheng’s personality.

   "Then your sin..." the fool asked tentatively, "What kind of sin is it? Did you... kill someone?"

   "I didn't kill him," Zhao Qianle smiled pale, "but...you can think that I killed it. What's the difference? The sin is on all of us, and we all have to die."

   "But at that time, you didn't commit suicide, did you?" The fool followed Zhao Qianle step by step.

  Zhao Qianle glanced at him and opened the door of the stairwell.

   "I should have done that."

"So, is Wan Sheng really using his own personality when he commits suicide?" The fool only used his own reasoning, completely ignoring the feelings of the world-weary next to him, "Why did he commit suicide? Is it actually Wan Sheng's personality that kills? ...Eh, you put the rope down for me, do you think I am blind? You think I don't know what you are doing with the rope..."

  The fool snatched the hemp rope that Zhao Qianle had turned out from the drawer.

  Zhao Qianle looked at his empty palm, lowered his arm, and then walked out.

  The idiot was just next to him for psychological counseling.

  Too annoyed that he wanted to die even more.

   "Huh? What kind of room is this? Ah, the infirmary, hello! You hand over the bottle of medicine, I..."

  The medicine bottle that Zhao Qianle had just found was also snatched away.

  Zhao Qianle sighed and walked out of the infirmary slowly.

   "I said, you just give up," the fool patted his shoulder, "You can't die with me."

  Zhao Qianle held on to the window sill and looked at the sunset outside the window.

  Would you die with him?

  Zhao Qianle turned to look at the muscles on the fool's arm.

   Forget it.

  ***

  Dao Master stood up.

  He walked to the window and looked far away.

   Outside the window is a thick black, which is real black, without any shape, without any outline.

  Tao Chang is in Wansheng’s classroom, Wansheng’s paintings are still placed on the desk in the corner, the cabinet is open, and everything remains the same as when they left.

  He entered the green door, opened his eyes, and came to this space.

  Here, there is only one room.

  The Daoist tried to open the door of the room again. There was nothing but darkness outside the door.

  I seem to be in a void space, only the things in the room are real.

  It’s not that the leader has never tried to go out, but no matter which direction he is heading, he will always come back here.

  Mobile phone is no longer available.

  Try again.

  The road leader stood at the door and decided to change the way.

  He closed the door, faced the room, and started walking backwards.

  From the outside, this room looks like an independent hut, with soft lights shining in it, like a small lighthouse.

  The Taoist leader walked silently.

  The cabin is getting farther and farther.

   can't see it anymore.

After   , he kicked something with his heel.

  Dao Chang turned around.

  Sure enough.

   still came back.

   Facing the white wall of the hut, the door was open, and the light spilled out.

  Is your task just waiting?

Daochang walked back to the room and sat down on Wan Sheng's seat again. I don't know how many times he looked at Wan Sheng's paintings.

  But it’s okay.

  Anyway, I have been waiting for a long time.

  ***

  Xiaolan bit her lip, sweating from her forehead.

  She held her cards in both hands, praying in her heart.

  Open it.

  Witch.

  Great, Xiaolan almost burst into tears, and was finally killed without having to in the first round.

  Of course, the killer will definitely kill herself, but as a witch who can save her life, this time at least, she can live to vote.

  "Witch, please open your eyes." Write the pen on the whiteboard.

   Xiaolan pointed to herself excitedly.

   "It was No. 4 who died. Do you want to save No. 4?"

  Xiaolan is number four.

  She curled her mouth, pointed her thumb up, signalling to save someone.

  "You have a bottle of poison, do you want to use it?"

  诶I haven’t thought about this issue yet.

   Xiaolan raised his arms and pondered seriously.

  Even if you survived tonight, I guess I will be thrown out in the voting later. If you think about it this way, it would be more cost-effective to take one away now.

   Xiaolan narrowed his eyes and stared at the five cards floating in the air.

  A total of six people, including two killers, two civilians, a witch, and a prophet.

  To find two killers from these five people, and then take one away.

   Xiaolan lifted his chin and began to analyze it.

  The number three on his left, his card is shaking up and down, this person should be shaking his legs.

   Are you anxious?

  Now is the witch drugging session, who is anxious?

  In the past few games, the number three has been fine.

  In those rounds, he drew civilians, witches, civilians, civilians, prophets, and civilians... He actually watched a group of transparent people play so many rounds? !

  Of course, this is not the point.

   Could it be that he is a killer?

   Xiaolan didn't know where her conclusion came from, so she stretched out her finger and compared it with a "three."

  No matter so many, kill it first.

   "Please open your eyes at dawn."

   "A person died tonight, it's number three."

  The cards commotion.

   "Start voting."

   Xiaolan felt that she might still be rescued, so she hurriedly stretched out her hands and stood in front of her, "Good-hearted civilians, please listen to me, give me a chance, I will pay you back..."

  "Four votes for the number four, one abstention, the number four is eliminated, and the game continues."

   "You are determined to lose."

   Xiaolan cursed viciously, raised his arms, and watched the transparent man perform.

  (End of this chapter)