Chapter 38 The Guilty
Chapter 38 The Guilty
Two hours later, the dawn broke.
The entire corridor was silent. According to Ms. A, the monster would disappear during the day, but so far, no one had gone out to verify its authenticity.
In the room, Jiang He was lying on the bed to rest. As his own attributes grew, his energy was also gradually increasing. With the help of hypnosis skills, he achieved deep sleep. Two hours was enough to keep him in peak condition.
The room is not big. Apart from the bed, there are only a set of simple wooden tables and chairs and a lift.
At exactly eight o'clock in the morning, the lift made a noise, the iron plate automatically retracted, and a meal appeared inside.
Jiang He stood up and changed into the gray-white jacket he had worn at the beginning. What came into view were three slices of black bread covered with sticky mashed potatoes, and a bottle of strong liquor with the label torn off, which seemed to have replaced the ecological niche of fresh water.
"The organizer is probably the Tsarist Russians."
Jiang He did not touch the food. He had eaten up half of the granary in the previous derivative mission, so he was far from feeling hungry now. He had no appetite for the black bread and mashed potatoes.
A Glock 17 was placed on the table, with six fully loaded magazines to ensure sufficient firepower. All the invitees underwent security checks when boarding the ship. This pistol was an advantage in a sense, but it could also be a trouble, but at least it was much better than erupting with extraordinary power and causing unknown consequences, thus being besieged by a swarm of mosquitoes.
As he was not very skilled, it took him half an hour to maintain the gun. Jiang He hid the gun at his waist and walked out of the room.
The corridor was filled with a strong stench. In the room at the right end, corpses were lying all over the floor. The death rate on the death cruise was well-deserved. At this rate, out of the 500 people in a district, only a few would be left soon.
Jiang He came to the open space of the basketball court, and the thirty-six transparent elevators had already been opened.
Standard time—8:52
Number of people in Area A: 368
"Thirty percent of people died in one night."
Jiang He picked an elevator at random. There was no button inside. The moment he walked in, the surroundings suddenly became pitch black. He sensed that the elevator was moving upwards.
"Um?"
Suddenly, the elevator began to move horizontally, and a line of words emitting a bright red light appeared on the screen that was supposed to display the floor.
"You are being matched with a game. Please be patient."
After an unknown amount of time, the second line of words appeared.
"The matching of each cabin area has been completed. The name of the game is - Guilty Man."
……
In a closed reception room, six cracks appeared in the wall and six invited guests walked out of the elevator.
There was only a round conference table and six chairs in front of him. Against the wall, a man wearing a mask looked like he had been waiting for a long time. The word Z1 was printed on the mask.
"You are all new here, hurry up and take your seats. Come and wake up the game in the morning. You should get used to it after a few deaths. I am the host of this game, under Mr. Z. I like to smoke a little. It would be better if there was a hole in this mask. The designer is really outdated."
Among the six people, a cool woman in her early twenties sat down first. She wore a simple white shirt, knee-length skirt and a black blazer, like an office clerk who had just entered the society.
Seeing this, everyone pulled out chairs and sat down, with a revolver in front of each person.
The burly man observed the magazine closely and saw only one yellow bullet in it.
"The OTS-38 silent revolver, made in Russia, makes a quieter sound than a silencer. It is fully loaded with five rounds of bullets and has a kinetic energy of 340 joules, which is fully capable of killing people."
"Don't be too noisy so early in the morning. My colleagues generally have bad tempers." Host Z1 seemed not to care about the burly man stealing the show, and continued:
"I personally believe that a qualified game must have two things, namely rules and theme. Everyone present here is guilty, but has luckily escaped the secular law, so this game is a belated judgment."
"Game time: two hours exactly."
"Clearance Condition ①: The one with the heaviest sin will die, and the rest will clear."
"Clearance condition ②: The person with the heaviest sin commits murder, he/she clears the level, and the surviving invited person clears the level."
"Rule 1: The host is not allowed to lie."
"Rule ②: There must be a death in the level-up game, otherwise the host will die."
“Rule ③: The host is only allowed to counterattack.”
"The rules of this game are: Reading of sins - the invited party reads out their own sins. If the content is true, the sin will be increased, and if the content is false, the sin will be reduced. After reading out, the right to use firearms will be issued."
……
The rules are declared over.
Host Z1 clapped his hands and said, "The invitations on you will visually show the weight of your sins. The computer system of the Death Cruise will automatically identify the truth of your words. Next, you have five minutes to discuss."
The scene was very silent.
The yellow-haired young man stood up suddenly and shouted angrily: "I've had enough. So many people died last night and he comes again today. We won't keep him company. Let's see what this masked man can do!"
The burly man ignored the complaint and reached out to grasp the handle of the revolver, but found that he could not lift it at all.
The cold woman folded her arms and watched with a calm expression.
Jiang He took out the invitation letter, which recorded that he had eight lives. Corresponding to the previous mission involving the card club, the Death Cruise had great power, but it was not extremely exaggerated. Whether it was the derivative world or Anping Island, there was no display on the card. In other words, the judgment of sin came from the invitee himself as reflected by hypnosis.
"And I know that I am wearing Rhine's leather suit now."
In the reception room, in response to Huang Mao's accusation, the middle-aged sailor who was the first to board the ship at the Magic City Port spoke:
"Your anger is inappropriate. Before the rules were read out, you were clearly eager to try. Everyone knows that in this game, the person with the heaviest sin has a great advantage, because it seems that you only need to shoot and kill people to complete the game. I guess your crime is neither important nor can it be put on the table, and it is even difficult to talk about..."
"Shut up!"
The yellow-haired young man threw the chair, turned around and ran straight to the wall, hammering frantically on the elevator door when he came out.
As a result, the next second, a black gun muzzle appeared from the ceiling of the reception room. The gun flame flashed and most of the yellow-haired young man's right leg was blown off by the bullet. He screamed and fainted. The floor cracked and mud and sand gushed out, trapping him.
Host Z1 scratched his head and said nonchalantly, "Death Cruise is not allowed to quit the game midway. I thought it was unnecessary to mention this. This is not a must-mention. He is a newcomer, so ignorance is not a crime. He can go to [Hell] and roll around a few times. He can be a death row prisoner if he is picked out of thousands. I think it is better than dying directly."
Then he announced, "The five-minute exchange time is over. Now the game officially begins. The first round of sins will be read out. If the content is true, the sin will be increased, otherwise it will be reduced. Let's start with the lady on the left hand side of the unlucky guy."
(End of this chapter)