No matter how Yang Ming thought, he didn't expect that the person being attacked was actually him.

His head was raised so heavy that he had only one blood strip on his head.

"How could this happen?" Yang Ming murmured in disbelief, "How could it be me..."

In just a moment, many possibilities flashed in his mind, but hatred and anger had destroyed their thinking ability, and subconsciously gave birth to the answer. Yang Ming suddenly grabbed An Wujiu's collar, "Is it you? It must be you!"

An Wujiu just smiled, just like when he was threatened by him on the first day, even more arrogant.

"I want to kill you too." An Wujiu shrugged, frowned slightly, and deliberately made a look of grievance after being slandered, "But I can't enter your room and I'll be forced to fall asleep at night, so how can I kill you when you're asleep?"

An Wujiu's words made Yang Ming feel depressed for a moment, and even his hands were loosened a little.

Seeing him like this, An Wujiu smiled again, "It may not be that there are really cultists. Think about it, if he really killed seven people alone, how many points would he get? It would be hard to kill just a serious warning."

Chen Ti shrugged and said nothing.

Zhong Yirou spoke, "I think there is, that note did not state. Maybe the mission is not to kill all, but to kill one person and one life. After all, everyone's blood bar base is different."

She was still looking in the mirror and said while looking: "And now someone has lost blood, it is even more certain that there are cultists."

Liu Chengwei was dissatisfied, "How can this be confirmed?"

Zhong Yirou put down her hand and angrily said, "I can't even think of this? Look, if there are no cultists, then there is only the way to lose blood. The duel must go to the duel threshold."

"But after twelve o'clock last night, we were forced to fall asleep. Even the victim Yang Ming was in a sleep state. How should we go to the duel threshold?"

Ueno suddenly thought of something, "Is the sound of dragging heavy objects last night just someone dragging Mr. Yang away?"

Zhong Yirou walked to Yang Ming and looked at his clothes. There was no sign of wear or dust on the suit jacket. After all, the floor was covered with carpets.

"Even so, what about the person who duels with him? Where is it?"

Ueno immediately pointed at Wu You, "He, can he not be affected by hypnotic gas?"

Before Wu You said anything, Zhong Yirou spoke first, "The key is that even if he didn't sleep last night, he couldn't open Yang Ming's door. Then again, someone could open Yang Ming's door last night, but everyone was forced to fall asleep. Who would go to duel with him?"

Zhong Yirou is right, these are all rules. Unless there are really special players, no one can break the rules.

The blood loss at night became confusing for a moment, and everyone was in a deadlock.

"...Indeed, without cultists, no one of us present could make Yang Ming lose blood." Lao Yu said.

Yang Ming naturally couldn't figure it out. If there were no cultists, except Wu You would have to fall asleep after twelve o'clock, and Wu You would be even more likely to open his door on the first night.

His room was a secret room for Wu You after twelve o'clock. How could he kill people in the air?

What's more, when I wake up in the morning, I lie in bed. The first person I see after going out was Ueno Daiseki.

"Who were able to enter my room last night?" Yang Ming asked.

Old Yu thought about it and said, "According to the rules, I was the only one who could enter your room last night, Zhong Yirou from Room 2, and..."

An Wujiu replied on behalf of Lao Yu: "Room 8, your good friend, Liu Chengwei."

When Zhong Yirou heard this, her big eyes blinked and immediately cleared her eyes, "I didn't go to your room last night."

"Is that true?" Yang Ming's distrust of Zhong Yirou was very direct, "If I die, you, Zhong Yirou, will be the person with the highest survival value in the whole audience."

If the target of her curse happens to be herself, she might become the number one in this round of game.

"Just doubt me just because of this?" Zhong Yirou sneered, "Why don't you ask your good brother Ueno Dasei? He is one point lower than me and his martial arts value is much higher. I definitely don't live as long as he does."

Ueno kept clearing himself. Yang Ming was still staring at Zhong Yirou, and every word he said had a heavy murderous intent, "Then what were you doing last night?"

"Me?" Zhong Yirou was very relaxed and was not threatened by him. She touched the single braid she had braided on her left shoulder, and stared at him with her lips curled. Her posture and tone were all charming.

"Just go to bed. What else can I do? No one goes to my room."

As soon as these words came out, Ueno, who lived in Room 3, blushed and did not dare to glance at Zhong Yirou at all.

He did not go to Zhong Yirou's room.

"Don't give me Tai Chi!" Yang Ming was extremely dissatisfied with her gag attitude, "When did you enter the room, what did you do after entering the room!"

"Why are you so fierce? Not elegant at all." Zhong Yirou complained like a coquettish act, "I entered the room last night at 10 o'clock and haven't come out since then. If you don't believe me, ask others. If you see me outside after 10 o'clock, that means I'm lying."

Although her tone was still frivolous, she was definitely sure, and she looked like she was not afraid of being overthrown. After saying that, she retrieved her game panel, opened the page for redemption of points, entered a code, and a rolling background record appeared on the right.

"Look." Zhong Yirou cut off one with her two fingers and pushed it in front of him, "This is the record of the redemption page I had last night. It was written very clearly at what time."

Yang Ming frowned and finished reading the records she retrieved. Until twelve o'clock, Zhong Yirou was browsing the points redemption page.

"It takes so long to watch?" He raised his eyes suspiciously.

"A girl, I'm always very good at buying clothes." Zhong Yirou pointed his fingers on his cheeks, "Although there are not many beautiful cheongsams here."

After saying that, she put her hands behind her back, and a playful smile appeared on her beautiful face, "Now my suspicion has been ruled out. Should I be tortured Liu Chengwei?"

Suspicion gathered on Liu Chengwei all of a sudden. He took a step back and there was a clear panic on his face, "Nonsense! What does it have to do with me! I did nothing!"

Wu You sneered, which made Liu Chengwei very dissatisfied, but he did not dare to have an attack. Zhong Yirou said again: "Then you were sneaky last night."

Ueno's timid eyes also began to appear in his timid eyes. He glanced at Liu Chengwei and then at Yang Ming, trying to keep silent and take him away, but he didn't expect that Shen Ti, who had been silent on the side, spoke.

He sat lazily on the soft leather sofa on the porch, with a redemption page in front of him, sliding his fingers on it, picking out several pairs of glasses, "Is the bread delicious?"

After saying that, he picked out one of the glasses hanging in front of him, tried to put them on, and suddenly remembered something, took out the candy in his mouth, and whistled unstoppable to Zhong Yirou, and finally called her, "Sister, hey, sister..."

Zhong Yirou turned around for no reason and saw Chen Ti waving to her with a pair of glasses, like a blind liar begging on the black market. She pointed to her nose and raised her eyebrows at him.

"Yes, it's you, come here." Chen Ti smiled charmingly and pushed his glasses on his nose, "You stretch out your hand to lend me a look."

Zhong Yirou: "...Okay."

So she became a human-shaped mirror that was not elegant at all.

"How can you exchange things again?"

"I haven't exchanged several rounds, I've saved it."

Chen Ti took off his glasses, changed into a pair of sunglasses with red lenses, and his curled mouth straightened, "Didn't you hear me?"

He looked at Ueno and raised his eyebrows, "Is the bread delicious?"

Ueno was stunned for a moment, almost sweating on his forehead. It turned out that Chen Ti was really asking him.

He was a little panicked at the curse object, thinking about how to eliminate his suspicion, so he took the initiative to call him, "I...I was talking with Liu Chengwei, but, afterwards, I went to the bathroom, and we were separated, and then I went back to my room, really."

"What time?" Yang Ming asked with his eyes slanted.

"Probably...it's about 11:30? I don't know, I don't remember." Ueno kept shook his head and told Yang Ming all over his body that the cultist was really not him.

"Is that me?" Liu Chengwei was anxious, "You said I am a cult, do you have any evidence?!"

An Wujiu, who was standing in the outer circle, leaned forward, leaned over, put his palms to his mouth, and whispered in a low voice, deliberately saying, "Someone was sneaking outside the door last night."

"Yes, why do you want to sway at the door of Yang Ming and me?" Zhong Yirou hugged her arms and took back the mirror of her palm, making Chen Ti's head tilted over and almost unable to sit firmly.

Liu Chengwei's neck was so angry that he turned red, and his throat seemed to be even more stuck, making a strange sound.

"I..." He held it in for a long time, and finally gave a reason with anger, "I'm just peeking at you, how about it! Didn't you say you wanted to go back to change your clothes when you went in? I just wanted to see it!"

"rogue!"

If Liu Chengwei said this on weekdays, it would be reasonable, but now it seems a bit thin when I hear it.

Yang Ming frowned, and a little bit of disgrace appeared on his face, asking An Wujiu to see clearly.

"What? You don't believe it." He walked slowly between Yang Ming and Liu Chengwei, holding one hand on his shoulder, and his tone was brisk, "It doesn't matter, isn't it just a blood strip? You still have a life."

He showed a somewhat provocative smile and looked at Yang Ming, "Just like me."

Yang Ming was extremely angry and shook An Wujiu away, but he could not have a random attack at this moment. He knew that he was no longer the same as before. Now he only had the last chance to die at any time.

In just one night, the situation had an unexpected reversal.

"It seems you have forgotten one person."

He had never participated in the discussion and was only concerned about picking his eyes and getting up from the sofa. He chose a pair of brown sunglasses, a pilot style, and the golden beams connecting the two lenses flashed with mysterious light.

The green eyes under the brown lenses became deeper. They glanced at everyone present and finally met Lao Yu.

"You can move as you like." Chen Ti said lightly.

"It's okay..." Lao Yu's face looked very calm, so he seemed to be suspicious. He thought for a while, "I can indeed enter any room without restrictions on the rules, but I remember that I entered the room last night with Wu You, and he could prove it for me."

Wu You, who was named, also nodded, "That's right, I chatted with Lao Yu for a while last night."

Chen Ti glanced at him and asked with a smile: "Kids, are you the last two people to go back?"

Wu You hit back with an unhappy look at this title, but he still affirmed Chen Ti's words, "Yes."

"What about the morning?" Chen Ti said again, "You can move freely in various lounges until five o'clock?"

Lao Yu nodded and did not deny it, "That's right, but the effect of hypnotic gas is until six in the morning, and I can't wake up."

The clues were once again tied into dead knots.

For Yang Ming, these information was like the thick fog that was difficult to dissipate on the sea, becoming heavier and he could not tell anything wherever he looked. It was difficult for him to know what was finally heading towards him.

The silence of the crowd infinitely amplifies the depression in the confined space, like a constantly expanding black ball.

In the end, it was exposed by Wu You in the corner.
To be continued...