Chapter 217: A patch of black gas, so deep you can't see the bottom.

After the old white man said that, the other players didn't listen to him, but went up one by one to check the body personally. In Tang Mo's group, Fu Wenduo was more familiar with this kind of thing, so he went up to inspect the body in detail, and said to Tang Mo: "Dead for about an hour, drowned."

There was no doubt that the woman was really dead, drowned by the "flood", as in the nursery rhyme sung by the Black Tower.

Everything went according to the lyrics of the nursery rhyme, and in the silence and emptiness of the castle, there was only a crunching sound. Everyone immediately looked down from the stairs, only to see the center of the long table, a small puppet wobbling up, one by one towards the edge of the table. When it reached the very edge, it suddenly turned back eerily, its wooden eyes staring deathly at the sixteen players on the stairs.

The next moment, the puppet fell off the edge of the table and onto the floor, in pieces.

Bai Ruoyao smiled and said, "Wow, this is meant to die one by one?"

A young white-skinned man said: ''Dispose of the body, it's not a good idea to leave it here. I observed when I came in yesterday, although this old castle has two floors, there is an attic above. Let's put her there."

Tang Mo remembers this guy, he was one of the two players in the European zone, called Dond Saavik. He was the first player in Europe to clear the fourth floor of the Black Tower.

All had no objection to the proposal.

A strong man picks up the body of the negress and puts her in the attic.

Sixteen people came downstairs together.

The negress had a separate seat, so when she died, her chair was empty and there were only eleven chairs left. Everyone took their respective seats and the old white man spoke up, "Her name was crossed out."

The crowd immediately looked at the negress's chair. Only to see that on the long wooden back of the chair, the name of the black woman had been roughly scratched with a sharp, sharp instrument. Her name was originally carved crookedly with a knife, and now that it had been scratched, the original handwriting could not be seen at all.

Mu Huixue raises an eyebrow, "It doesn't have to be scratched by someone, it could be scratched off by the Black Tower. Just like that little puppet just now." The little puppet that had fallen off the table had been picked up by the players, and there was nothing unusual about it upon inspection. "That puppet went off and fell on its own right under all of our noses. It's logical that the puppet representing the player fell and broke, and the name representing the player was crossed out."

Andre stood behind Mu Huixue, his voice deep but strong, "Lena Chokoru was killed."

Lena Chocoru is the dead black woman who was the first player in the United States to clear the third floor of the Black Tower.

Just after Andre finished speaking, Bai Ruoyao gave a meaningful "oh", and everyone looked at him. The doll-faced youth looked serious and said righteously, "Then there's only one truth, last night, she must have been one of the three players who could leave the room. So ...... who killed her?"

There was silence at the long table.

Bai Ruoyao was doubly bored, "Hey, hey, don't you all talk anymore. There can be three people going out every night, besides that Lena, there are two others."

The blonde woman called Li Xia said coldly, "They won't talk."

Bai Ruoyao looked at her.

Li Xia said, "It's very simple, the one who killed that woman is bound to be one of those two players. There is even a ninety percent chance that he is the monster. If the players who obtained the qualification to go out last night were you and me ......"

"I didn't, don't drag me into this." Bai Ruoyao prides himself on clasping his chest in an exaggerated attempt to protect his innocence.

Li Xia frowned as she looked towards Fu Wenduo standing behind Bai Ruoyao : "Suppose, the three players who came out last night were Lena Chokoru, me, and Fu Wenduo, the most powerful player in Huaxia... Fu Wenduo and I will definitely not say anything. First of all, if we tell you, you'll know for sure that one of us killed her. Secondly, if I know I didn't kill anyone, then Fu Wenduo must have killed her. But I can't prove it; you'll only accuse me wrongly, and I can't refute it."

After a pause, Li Xia lifted her blue eyes and looked at the sixteen players around the table, "Also, today I am making a request. From today onwards, not only must we spend the two hours of daylight at this table to avoid any chance of private contact between players. Secondly, each of us must speak, and the number of times we speak must be the same."

As a fellow Chinese player, practicing Yu Zheng pondered for a moment and said, "You don't want to draw attention to yourself."

Li Xia asked rhetorically, "Do you want to?"

No one said anything, but everyone knew: no one wanted to.

Although no one said it or asked, everyone knew that there was no way anyone could have written their name on that blank ballot for the first vote yesterday.

The White Ticket is refreshed once a day, and those who are voted out are not dead, but will have all of their powers blocked by the Black Tower.

Upon entering this game, the player is restricted from using props and also has some of his psychic abilities blocked. If they completely lose their powers, the player's strength will be greatly reduced (except for Bai Ruoyao's junk powers). The black woman didn't die under the Black Tower, she was most likely killed while her powers were blocked.

So why are her powers blocked?

Because she was so visible yesterday.

In the first poll, everyone must vote, but everyone doesn't know each other. So when forced to write a name, many people will subconsciously write the name of the more popular person. Bai Ruoyao, for example, wrote the name of the old white man. But it was the black woman who spoke the most yesterday.

The fact that everyone speaks the same number of times means that there is no longer an extraordinarily visible person.

Tang Mo was the first to speak after a long silence, "I agree."

Bai Ruoyao raises his hand, "I agree."

After all sixteen people agreed with this point of view, Li Xia breathed a sigh of relief and stopped talking. The blonde man sitting beside her was very self-conscious and spoke, "I don't need to tell you who I am, I'm sure that with the memory of all of us here, each of our names must have been memorized by heart. I'm a player from US Region 7, Bale Fusco. I don't recognize that black woman, and I don't know or care which two people actually went out with her last night, and you wouldn't admit it if you did anyway."

It was the turn of the white woman beside him to speak, a cold, short-haired, strong woman. She had her arms wrapped around her chest, and when it was her turn to speak, she simply raised her head and looked icily at Mu Huixue, who was sitting across the table from her, and uttered those three words word for word: "Mu Huixue."

Mu Huixue looked up at her.

The short-haired woman's tone was icy, "Lena Jopphos, Europe 1, I have the same name as the woman who died."

Simply calling out Mu Huixue's name, Lena didn't say another word, yet the intense hostility and disdain was completely impossible to ignore. If this wasn't the Black Tower game, it seemed that she would have been able to fight Mu Huixue and kill her right now.

Mu Huixue smiled, "We know each other?"

Before Lena could say anything, the young man standing behind her laughed, "Of course I don't know her. Don't mind her, she's just like that, she hates it when anyone is better than her. Fu Wenduo or whatever in China, and Tang Mo or whatever, and the one who was the first in the world to pass the third floor of the Black Tower," he pointed to Andre behind Mu Huixue, "These are all men. You're a woman, and you're better than her, and Lena wants to kill you every day."

The man had a cheerful smile, but the grin on his face didn't change a bit when he spoke of killing.

There were too many people who wanted to kill Mu Huixue, yet everyone ended up being killed by her. She looked at the short-haired powerhouse with interest and smiled, "You are welcome to kill me."

Lena grunted and looked away.

Next, each person recounts his or her account of what happened last night.

No one admitted to being one of the three players who came out last night, and in their descriptions they all stayed quietly in their rooms and did not hear any movement outside their doors. The next morning, they left their rooms and saw the body of the negress.

Tang Mo : "At the risk of asking, if I counted correctly, there are a total of six zones of players here?"

Bai Ruoyao propped up his chin, "There are so many of us in China, seven of us."

One of the players from the American zone was disgruntled, ''What are you trying to say, that players from the same zone must know each other? It's obvious that those two Euro guys know each other, they're sitting on the same chair. You guys know each other as well, you all sit together. But I don't know these guys from the US at all. If you insist, except for that woman," he pointed at Li Xia, "except for her, all six of you Chinese players know each other, don't you? It was Mu Huixue who pulled you three up during the Great Flood."

Tang Mo : "I didn't mean that."

This brown-haired American player is called David, the same name as the returnee killed by Tang Mo earlier. But he looks tall and powerful, with a strong body, unlike David, who relies more on his brain power to play the game.

Yet surely none of the players who made it this far are stupid.

This daytime, everyone is not happy.

No one, no matter who it was, would admit to being one of the three players who had the right to go out last night, and no one admitted to knowing the dead black woman.

With only five minutes left until the end of the day, Bai Ruoyao played with his white ticket in boredom. He turned back to him, his tone casual, "So I'm just going to scribble someone down? Tangtang, Major Fu, do you guys have any thoughts on who I should write? How about Tangtang's name, Tangtang, look how much of a pain in the ass you were just now, that man will definitely write about you."

Tang Mo ignored him and turned his head to Fu Wenduo: "Who do you think should be written."

Fu Wenduo : "That black woman is an American player."

Bai Ruoyao: "So?"

Fu Wenduo : "Write an American player."

Bai Ruoyao teased in a small voice, "Major Fu, I didn't realize you were so patriotic that you must write about them Americans up to this point."

Fu Wenduo faintly said, "There are no signs of struggle on that woman's body. Even if she lost her powers and was unable to use props, her physical quality is certainly not too bad to be killed by a single blow. Fifty percent chance that the person who killed her, was someone she knew. At least 'the skin that was cloaked', was someone she knew."

It's only a 50-50 chance, but it's a probability worth taking a chance on.

Bai Ruoyao thought, "Players being cast out will have all their powers blocked. Then what happens when a monster is cast out ...... hee hee hee?"

While thinking about this, Bai Ruoyao glanced at the four remaining American players, and he turned back to Tang Mo, "Tangtang, that David was bullying you, I'm going to write his name." His tone was childish, as if he was talking about a child discussing the curse of zapping a small person.

Tang Mo : "Did you go out last night."

Bai Ruoyao's body gave a thump.

Tang Mo said directly, "I didn t, and neither did Fu Wenduo. So ...... Bai Ruoyao, did you go out last night."

Bai Ruoyao smiled cheekily, "No."

Tang Mo looked at him steadily.

Bai Ruoyao slowly narrowed his eyes and repeated again, "I said, no."

"Dingdong! It's voting time for Day 2, so please write down the name of the player you want to vote for on the white ballot."

Tang Mo lowered his head and saw Bai Ruoyao scribbling a line on the white ticket--

"David Anders

I can't believe I actually wrote the man's name.

All players end their votes and dump their white ballots on the table. The second day, still no one wrote their names on the red ballots. While everyone was chatting and voting, Tang Mo kept a careful watch. Of the eleven players sitting on the chairs, none of them looked at the red ballots more than once, nor did they do anything extra. Except for Bai Ruoyao, who was a hyperactive child, moving from side to side in his chair.

But Bai Ruoyao didn't even touch the red ticket.

At this time, whoever touches the red ticket is suspected of "going out last night".

There's no doubt that Lena Chocoru was killed by one of the players who went out last night. Lena is dead, and there are two people left. One of them is probably a monster, and the other one is definitely a real player. No one else knows who the monster is, but the player knows.

If he now took out the red ticket and wrote the other man's name on it, he confirmed the suspicion that he had gone out last night.

Players who didn't go out won't believe that he didn't kill Lena, he's not a monster.

So he chose to hide himself and not write down his name.

Moreover, if that person wasn't a monster and he wrote down the other person's name, he lost the chance to grab the sixth. Even if he passes the game in the end, he won't be able to get a clue to the seventh floor.

The wall clock on the castle wall buzzed, and outside the window, the sky suddenly turned dark.

The group walked back to their rooms together, and halfway there, Tang Mo suddenly spoke up, "It is not mandatory for players selected to be able to go out."

In the crowd, seven or eight players stopped and looked back at Tang Mo. Others continue to walk as if they have not heard the words.

Tang Mo walked into his room, and before closing the door, he exchanged glances with Mu Huixue, Andre, and practicing Yu Zheng. Several people nodded and each entered their own rooms.

As soon as the door closed, the doll-faced youth smiled and walked toward his bed, and before he could take more than a few steps, Fu Wenduo reached out and stopped him.

Bai Ruoyao turned back, "Major Fu?"

Fu Wenduo looked at him with downcast eyes, "Did you go out, last night."

Bai Ruoyao raised his eyebrows, "I said I didn't."

Tang Mo walked over from behind Bai Ruoyao: "To be able to kill that black woman and have the other party not be able to struggle at all, besides being someone she knows, there is also a possibility that the person who killed her is more powerful than her. In this game, all the players' supernormal abilities are suppressed, and it is more likely that the black woman has completely lost her supernormal abilities. And for you ......" After a pause, Tang Mo's tone was calm: "Bai Ruoyao, even if your supernatural ability disappears, it has little effect on your strength. You are strong enough to kill her before she resists."

Listening to these words, Bai Ruoyao's smile slowly froze.

After a long time, he let out a soft laugh, "The restriction of my powers given to me by the Black Tower is that my powers can only be used three times in this game, and I can only look at one person. Tangtang, do you know who I'm looking at."

Tang Mo froze.

Bai Ruoyao put his index finger against his lips, "Shhh, it's you I'm looking at oh. A black aura, deep and dark."