inspire-indiana Chapter 27 Died from the Heart
Chapter 27 Died from the Heart
[System notification: Meeting started.]
The voting process consists of two rounds. The first round is for nomination. Nominated players then proceed to the second round of voting. The player with the most votes in the second round is elected. If the votes are tied, the meeting ends and no one is elected.
The person with the most votes will be executed.
[Nomination countdown begins: 7 minutes 30 seconds.]
Five minutes later, when they returned to the stage, everyone's mood was completely different from before.
The gloom in Zhang Xu'an's eyes vanished, and he looked at the handsome young man in front of him with a smug smile: "Number 9, it seems that Lady Luck is still on our side!"
Jiang Lin remained expressionless; he truly hadn't expected Lin Zhi to have 50 yuan in her hand.
"Why are you banging the gong?" Wang Weiwen looked bewildered. He was a newbie, and getting to this point had almost burned out his brain cells.
"Number 1 and Number 8 were just carried away by ghosts, but they're not ghosts!" Lin Zhi only decided to believe Number 8 after witnessing this scene, and her resentful gaze returned to Jiang Lin: "Jiang Lin, did you really kill Nuan Nuan?"
“你在说什么？没有烟9号怎么杀人？”1号面露不解：“我觉得是8号，4号的行为可能是在狼踩狼，他想保住8号。”
The logic that the ghost servant can be resurrected as long as the possessor's faction wins makes sense.
Zhang Xu'an revealed a mocking smile: "No, he can, as long as Number 10 is also his partner, so there was smoke last night. They all lied!"
Everyone turned to look at Ji Xingyi, the handsome man in dark gray pajamas, who was leaning against the red wooden pillar of the old house with his arms crossed. He was so beautiful that he seemed to be on a different level from everyone else. Even when he was being questioned, he still gave people a sense of alienation and incongruity.
"You're really something. Number 4 is a ghost servant. If both Number 10 and I are ghosts, then what is Number 6, whom you pushed out yourself?" Jiang Lin's mocking voice drew everyone's attention back to him.
"Number 6 is the good guy we wrongly identified. You're the real culprit!" Zhang Xu'an's eyes were sharp as he stepped forward, not wanting to miss any of the young man's expressions after his defeat. "Although I don't want to admit it, your methods are indeed very clever. The reason the ghost candle went out is because you weren't the ghost who killed someone that night! You deliberately turned into a crow after dawn to shift all our suspicions onto Number 5 and Number 6!"
Zhang Xu'an couldn't help but admire Jiang Lin's audacity: "If Number 1 had located you directly back then, you would have been dead long ago!"
Wang Weiwen gasped: "Number 6 is really a good person? That ghost is..."
Lin Zhi pointed to Ji Xingyi: "It can only be number 10. On the night he killed number 5, he didn't use any skills. He probably drank an invisibility potion and hid."
In front of everyone, Jiang Lin did not show the defeat that Zhang Xu'an wanted to see, but instead raised his hand to applaud.
"Clap clap clap!"
The crisp sound was particularly loud on the empty stage.
Jiang Lin's lips curled up: "You've really crafted a good story! Do you really think Number One is an idiot? That he would believe you?"
Wang Weiwen glanced at the two of them and hesitated, "If Number 9 is a ghost, are both ghosts still alive? That... can't be..."
Lin Zhi's face was extremely pale, but suddenly a thought struck her, and she said urgently, "Number 1, don't be fooled by Number 9! Think carefully about the number of offerings. Number 10 hasn't handed in any offerings for two consecutive rounds! He's definitely not a good person!"
First round of offerings: 7689210
Second round of offerings: 15374
Third round of offerings: 8931
"Good people only need to complete 6 rounds of sacrifices to win. The later the game goes, the less the ghosts dare to offer sacrifices! On the second day of the 8th, we were bound, and you and I both offered sacrifices for 2 consecutive rounds!" Lin Zhi's eyes gradually turned red:
“Number 1, think about it carefully. Number 9’s teammate is Number 10, Number 8’s teammate can only be Number 6, and Number 4 is the Ghost Servant now. You and I are definitely good guys! Trust me, I would never risk my life to lie to you! Only by voting out Number 9 and then voting out Number 10 in the next round can the good guys win!”
Wang Weiwen's expression gradually softened; the girl's sincere words were like a sharp sword cleaving through the fog, allowing light to reappear.
"Number 1, trust me, let's bet on 9 together! We can definitely win!"
[System notification: Countdown has ended, nominations will begin! 10 seconds left!]
9—--138
8—--910
[System notification: The number of nominees is 89.]
[System notification: The second round of voting has begun.]
[Please vote among the nominees. The person with the most votes will be: executed!]
[Countdown: 2 minute]
Zhang Xu'an saw the number 1 ticket and burst into laughter without any regard for his image.
Lin Zhi breathed a long sigh of relief at that moment, the pent-up frustration in her heart finally released. In just a few seconds, her clothes were soaked with sweat, but thankfully the result was so exciting. This was the most crucial vote; after casting the 9, as long as she survived the next round of Crimson Night, she could leave this damned old mansion alive!
"3:2, Jiang Lin!" Zhang Xu'an pointed at the young man's nose and loudly declared the game over: "You! Are doomed!"
Jiang Lin remained silent.
At this moment, Zhang Xu'an felt an unprecedented sense of victory. His eyes traced the outline of the young man, and he suddenly felt a pang of regret. It was a pity that such a smart person was going to die at his hands!
As he thought about it, Zhang Xu'an couldn't help but smile again. Such a smart person, yet he died at his hands? Why was he even happier?
10 seconds left!
"Is there anything you'd like to say before you die? Perhaps I'll have a chance to tell your family," Zhang Xu'an said generously.
This is a gift from the victor to the vanquished.
5 seconds left!
Jiang Lin calmly looked at the excited man in front of her, her eyes deep: "We will all die eventually, either from time or from the human heart."
[Voting Ended: Player #8 is Executed.]
Zhang Xu'an hadn't yet grasped the meaning of Jiang Lin's last words and was about to ask further when he noticed Lin Zhi's terrified expression below the stage. Zhang Xu'an paused, then looked at the others with a dazed expression.
Jiang Lin and Ji Xingyi remained calm and composed.
No. 8?
Was he executed on the 8th?
Execution?
Zhang Xu'an trembled uncontrollably, overwhelmed by fear. His throat was dry, and he couldn't utter a complete sentence. He looked pleadingly at the girl below the stage: "...What, what number?"
Lin Zhi opened her mouth, but despair bit through her vocal cords like a vicious dog, rendering her unable to utter a sound.
"Me?" Zhang Xu'an couldn't believe it.
"I!"
"Execute?" Zhang Xu'an roared with all his might, angrily cursing Wang Weiwen below the stage: "You idiot! Trash! Moron! You fucking deserve to die!"
As always, the hemp rope hanging from the roof beam was neatly and cleanly looped around Zhang Xu'an's neck, and with a whoosh, Zhang Xu'an was hoisted up, and his angry cursing stopped abruptly.
Zhang Xu'an gripped the rope with both hands, using his last bit of strength, and glared at Wang Weiwen with bloodshot eyes, cursing, "Idiot..."