(The previous chapter changed the bug in detail and changed it to kill people every two hours, and you can rest for eight hours at night.)

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Very familiar.

When Kashima Ming wrote this movie dozens of times, he took out the book from time to time to time and read it.

I didn't expect that I could still see this nursery rhyme here.

Thinking of the previous road being blown off, the police force that may have been restrained in Tokyo.

Blizzard Villa, this is!

But looking at the table, although there are some rose decorations, I always feel that it is almost done.

After a while, it will be better to restore this scene.

The broadcast ended, and everyone present began to be alert to each other, and now they couldn't get out for a while.

At this time, the broadcast sound rang again after a while.

"But in the process of secret transactions, you must use a lie detector, that is, the basket of watches with lie detector functions in the corner. If you lie, the lie detector will prompt, and the transaction will not be valid."

This time it was completely over.

"The organizer is among us? And if you don't make a secret transaction, you will kill people?" Tsubasa Changtian began to scream, and one of his secrets was directly exposed by the organizer.

Among the people present, no one knew who was the organizer except for the two Knights members.

So they now have a stronger fear of the instinct of the fangs that the organizer has begun to reveal.

"In other words, we must find the real organizer from the people present. Otherwise, according to the rules, we must trade secrets to someone present. If we do not conduct transactions or lie, the organizer will kill people?" The reporter with a paper bag on his head also expressed his understanding.

The others were silent. They thought this was just a transaction with the organizer, and they could leave here with their most precious things after the transaction was completed.

But I never thought that it would die.

"Hehe, it's interesting. Since the organizer will kill people, that means we can kill each other too? As long as we die until we have two left and two with the organizer, the transaction can be ended early." Akira Kashima suddenly made a sound, and his hoarse and sharp voice scared them.

But then he realized that he was afraid that what the clown said was true.

After all, the organizer did not impose any restrictions on them except contacting the outside world and having to conduct transactions, which means that there is a very likely hidden weapon on the people present.

And everyone has killed anyone.

No one wants to test other people's bottom line. After all, if you are willing to hide your identity and secrets, who is not a person who cherishes your life?

"Joker, that is to say, you are likely to kill someone here?" At this time, Yuriko suddenly asked, expressing everyone's thoughts.

Akira Kashima smiled sinisterly: "A clown...is to bring joy to everyone, but please don't try to make the clown sad, otherwise..."

"I suggest everyone monitor the clown first!" The pumpkin head writer was trembling at this time, obviously a little scared. He took two steps back and pointed at Akira Kashima and said loudly.

But after he finished speaking, no one stepped forward, but looked at him with interest.

"What do you think I'm doing? He has a tendency to kill! And I suspect he is lying! He is the Tokyo murder clown! The organizer will follow the rules, but the clown won't!"

Still no one moved.

At this time, Akira Kashima walked staggeringly to the other party, and put his dry and sharp nails on the other party's trembling shoulders: "Why   so      serious?"

"what are you up to?"

"He is going to kill me! Everyone get on!" Pumpkin Head shouted in fear, because his body was afraid that he could not even lift his hands except trembling.

"Hey, little pumpkin, don't be nervous, I won't do anything to you, um...at least not now, and... didn't my dear organizer just now say that?"

As Kashima Akira said, he looked around and looked at everyone's eyes.

"Everyone is a murderer, but he usually looks bright and beautiful. Speaking of which, what are we going? You said, right? A cute little pumpkin?"

Then Akira Kashima turned around and left, saying as he walked: "Anyway, the transaction time is still long before two hours. I want to go and see you first by the organizer.

Everyone looked at Akira Kashima's body and first took his watch, then gradually disappeared at the corner, and could vaguely hear some excited self-talk from above.

“Hehehe…”

“I’m really looking forward to it…”

"What exactly does it look like under their masks?"

......

"Are he... not afraid?" The pumpkin head writer was frightened by Akira Kashima's appearance, and did not dare to speak until he could not hear Kashima people's voice at all.

"This is a lunatic. What's wrong with him? I think he wishes he would be more difficult." The reporter said.

"What should we do next?"

In addition to the words "Fahai" who said a few words during his introduction, he suddenly spoke.

"Let's just express our opinions on this matter first, try not to be the same and express our opinions." The only person in Changtian Guizhi who showed his true face naturally had the confidence to say such words. In fact, he was not worried about any problems he might have. "Then let's talk first, Miss Rose, who was sitting in the first place?"

Rose looked at everyone and looked at him, but she snorted coldly and stood up.

"Hmph, I'm not interested in discussing with you. There should be a organizer among the people present. I can tell you that if you want to kill me, come... I'll be waiting for you in the room."

After saying that, he swayed and left without taking a watch.

Everyone: "..."

It is said that women are great, but now they realize that muscle women are even more powerful!

It doesn’t matter if there is one rose missing, the rest are still full of desire to survive.

"Okay, then I'll talk about it first." Tsubasa said, "Actually, I think this may be just a prank. At least according to my observation, everyone here should be a little famous in society, and they all have the handles in the hands of the organizers. The organizers call this a trade fair, but in my opinion it's more like a game."

Then came Hasegawa: "In addition to leaving eight hours a day to sleep, 48 hours will require up to 16 transactions. Of course, when all members survive, in addition to one or several secrets we have, we will definitely take out other people's secrets."

"So everyone except myself dies, the rest is the worst case for us no matter what!" The voice actor spoke at this time.

"That's right, but we should also set our own rules. Everyone wants to survive. As for whether others will reveal their secrets in the future, it will be a matter of prosperity and loss." Yuriko said this more appropriate. She was the only woman present who looked the weakest.

"You guys say, will that clown or muscular woman be the organizer? Because he has no need to participate in our discussion, he knows everything!" The pumpkin head writer spoke again.

The reporter shook his head: "My opinion is exactly the opposite of you. They should be the most unlikely. Rose has a special figure. I know her in reality, and that clown is too ostentatious. If the organizer wants to mix in our crowd, he will definitely show a normal hidden identity so that the game can continue to be interesting."

"I agree." The last Fahai was still taciturn.

Therefore, they also plan to wait and see. Now there are many things in the hall, and even if someone wants to trade, it is impossible to trade in front of everyone.

They returned to their rooms upstairs one by one.

The door of each room has a corresponding number, which is also a number on the invitation letter, so don't worry about going to the wrong room.

In the end, there were only two people left in the hall, Pumpkin Writer and Takashi Toshida.

In fact, after everyone went upstairs, the pumpkin writer originally wanted to go up, but was suddenly stopped by Takashi Changtian.

"Mr. Writer, please wait, I have some things to confirm."

"What to confirm?" The pumpkin writer stopped and turned his head: "I am not the organizer, what's there to confirm?"

"No, no, no, of course I know that you are not the organizer, and you don't have the strength either." Chang Tian Guizhi said with a smile, looking arrogant, but this attitude is clearly a sure thing for the other party. "What I want to confirm is that you should be named Bai Xuejiu, right?"

!

The pumpkin head was stunned for a moment.

"No, you recognized the wrong person." Pumpkin denies it.

"I know you, I have heard your voice, and your style is the biggest among everyone at present. The purpose should be to cover up your long hair, right?" Takashi Changtian continued.

"You...please keep a secret for me...I don't want others to know who I am." Pumpkin said in a trembling tone.

"No, no, no, I think you should make a mistake. You... no matter who it is, there is no way to keep your identity hidden. This is also the reason why I am directly facing you. You want to hide your identity, but have you ever thought that if everyone shows their faces, then there will be no secret."

"That's what I said...but..."

"Okay, nothing, but your admission is already part of the transaction. I know the secret of your identity. You just need to help me stand by me and vote on my side during dinner. At that time, I will ask everyone to take off their masks... Of course, if it fails, your identity will be fully disclosed before they go to bed."

During the conversation, Takashi Tobata always took the dominance, and until the end, he didn't even give Shirasujiu any time to think and react.

So in the hall, the fragrance of roses filled the hall, and pumpkin-head writers Shiraki Shiraki and Takashi Toda, the first to reach a deal.

......

Upstairs, Akira Kashima returned to his house. Although it was a single room, it was full of all internal organs, with an independent bathroom, a wardrobe and a dressing table.

There are a lot of clothes stored in the wardrobe, and there are all kinds of cosmetics on the dressing table.

"It's really good!" Akira Kashima exclaimed, then went to the bathroom to take off his mask and wash his face, then returned to the dressing table to start putting on makeup.

It was not until more than twenty minutes later that Akira Kashima looked at the makeup in the mirror, nodded with satisfaction, then picked up a can of hair dye spray on the table, sprayed it on his hair for a while, and then sprayed some hair spray to set it down.

"Hehe, it's very handsome~"

Finally, he put on the mask because he heard the sound of footsteps outside.

"Dangdangdang."

Akira Kashima's door rang.

Walking over and opening the door, I saw clearly the person coming: "Sir Detective, why are you here?"
To be continued...