Chapter 49
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The curly-haired woman regretted her decision.
After listening to the butler, she thought that she could kill Zhou Wenyan with the help of the butler. She didn't expect to be rejected by the butler.
Shen Dongqing had already voted for her to be the executioner.
She had no choice but to vote for Shen Dongqing. Otherwise, she would be waiting for death.
Now it was up to the black hat.
The curly-haired woman stared at the black hat.
Half of the black hat's face was hidden in the shadows. "Actually, there's no benefit for us to have a conflict."
This sentence instantly gave the curly-haired woman hope.
She swallowed and said, "The three of us are now in the same team. Killing each other will only give others an advantage. If you can take back that vote, I can also …"
The black hat said the second half of the sentence, "But it's really important to remove unstable factors." He looked up and smiled politely at Shen Dongqing. "I agree with your choice."
The curly-haired woman didn't react for a moment. The butler couldn't wait to say, "The executioner's blade has finally fallen. Tonight, blood will flow like a river."
The curly-haired woman screamed, "No!"
The night gradually receded and death approached step by step.
The curly-haired woman panicked. She grabbed the silver fork on the table and held it tightly in her hand. She looked at Shen Dongqing, who was sitting opposite her.
The butler sighed softly. "Death, execute."
The curly-haired woman thought that someone would attack her, but when the night ended, she was still sitting at the table. It was as if the death sentence was just an illusion.
"Phew —" The curly-haired woman breathed a sigh of relief and collapsed on the table. She murmured, "Is it really just a game …"
Of course not.
The butler revealed a mysterious smile. "Someone died last night. Would the survivors present please explain themselves?"
The black hat pretended to be surprised and looked at the people sitting at the round table. He asked, "Who is the deceased?"
The butler didn't answer.
At this moment, a bell rang in the silent hall.
The players present subconsciously looked over. The curly-haired woman's face was pale and she was sweating. She held the silver fork in one hand and pointed the sharp end at herself. She slowly moved the fork over.
"No, no …"
The curly-haired woman shook her head desperately, trying to move the fork away from her. However, her hands and feet seemed to have been nailed to the chair. Like a marionette, she slowly and firmly stabbed the fork into her trachea.
The curly-haired woman trembled because of the intense pain, and a painful cry came out from her chest.
Under the gazes of the other players, the curly-haired woman suffocated to death.
The butler spoke as if he was reciting a poem, "The executioner's blade is already stained with blood. Who will be next?"
Everyone avoided the butler's gaze.
The butler didn't care at all. He bowed and said, "Please start defending yourself."
The first one was the one-armed woman.
After witnessing that scene, the one-armed woman was still a little flustered. Her first sentence was, "It wasn't me."
Then, he organized his thoughts and said, "Now, we still have twelve people. Three of them are executioners, so the probability is one in four. I think we can make a blind guess first. Let's throw out a suspicious person first."
"I vote black hat."
The second person to speak up was a girl. She was the companion of the one-armed woman. Needless to say, she was definitely going to cast a black hat as well.
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