Author: Monroe No Bird

A fist-sized 3D virtual green grass appeared above Wei Miao's head, which represented her choice of bright identity as "grass".

The next step is to look at the face and the time. The logic is too complex and is similar to gambling.

However, most people, whether out of risk or outcome considerations, will accept a choice that is beneficial to them. By observing others, they can estimate their possible true identity.

And some people don't have the awareness to fake this.

Yu Lei on the side chose to reveal the wolf.

She whispered leisurely: "What do you think of the nature of this game?"

Wei Miao touched her ears: "It seems like a Thousand Layer Cake game that tests logic, but it actually depends on your appearance."

50% of lucky people can win.

"But there is still some logic to follow." She nodded, "We can cooperate once. After matching two hands, stop and gather here to observe other people's choices."

Wei Miao responded and expressed her agreement.

Her thoughts coincided with Wei Miao's. Observing others is indeed one of the ways to improve accuracy.

If there is a person who has been afraid to accept the wolf player, then he may be a real sheep.

As for the two of them, they will not match each other. Because no matter whether what he says is sincere or not, he will inevitably become suspicious of a stranger he has just met.

This will create a rift in their cooperation that is difficult to bridge.

Wei Miao chatted: "What's interesting is that if everyone racks their brains and thinks of others as cunning and powerful opponents, the battle situation may be different from normal."

There may be many more players than you think who choose the self, focusing on a counter-routine.

"Maybe the simplest people are the luckiest." Yu Lei lamented sadly.

Wei Miao agreed in her heart. Indeed, losing your mind and playing is the real enjoyment.

Perhaps this is the original intention of this game, but the reward of reputation points makes everyone think hard with a utilitarian mind, but randomness is inevitable.

At a glance, virtual icons such as black wolf heads, white sheep, and green grass heads appear above the players' heads. The number of each type is difficult to count.

In order to win, it is normal to have a piece of green on your head.

"The event is about to begin, players please be prepared!"

The host snapped his fingers, and a blue countdown box appeared over the hall, with the time being 1 minute.

The invisible player uses the trombone to output weird notes one after another, like the twisted thorns in the black forest, and some instruments play tunes similar to electronic music.

And the host disappeared into the stars again.

Wei Miao glanced at it casually and locked onto a sheep's head a few steps away.

It was a female player wearing a snow leopard mask (both genders refer to the physical characteristics of the game), with an elegant and dignified figure.

When the countdown reaches zero, the players on the field are like a thawing glacier, slowly flowing.

She stepped forward and extended an invitation: "Hello, can I invite you to dance?"

Those ice-blue eyes were fixedly looking at the gray rabbit in front of him, seeming to be thinking.

After a few seconds, she put her hand on hers: "Of course."

On the empty dance floor, pairs of dancers entered one after another, all trying to seize the opportunity and implement their own logical strategies.

It is worth mentioning that the six character combinations were actually assembled in less than ten pairs of dancers. It is enough to show that everyone's strategies are varied, at different logical levels, or there is no strategy at all.

Wei Miao and her new partner happily danced the simplest waltz steps, without thinking about the outcome of the game except for the music.

It has no use except adding new worries.

A minute later, the two ended peacefully.

Next, Wei Miao invited a grass player, who also did not refuse.

The possibility of the opponent being a wolf is roughly the same as the possibility of being a sheep. If it is a counter-tactical real grass, of course it would be the best.

Stepping on the stress node, Wei Miao and the grass player parted ways.

Wei Miao left the dance floor calmly and came to the place agreed with Yu Lei. While taking a break, her bright red eyes scanned the surroundings.

On the round table in the hall, tall glasses filled with clear rose-red liquid, and the sumptuous food was almost untouched.

The players danced wildly and gracefully.

Wei Miao volunteered to pick up this unknown drink and taste it carefully. It inherited the rich flavor of these weird foods and was as refreshing as mint.

Yu Lei came over, his eyes fell on the drink in her hand, and he chuckled: "It's really a relaxing state."

"This is what the organizers hope for, after all, this is called a carnival dance." Wei Miao toasted to her politely, "This unique game probably wants to tell us that here, we can throw away useless things.

Just throw your mind into it."

"Maybe." Yulei turned his head slightly and pointed at a wolf player slightly, "That person is probably not a wolf."

"He has never accepted an invitation from a grass player, but he has accepted an invitation from a wolf player. He also invited a sheep player once, but then rejected a sheep player once."

Wei Miao looked in the direction she pointed, with a strange smile on her face: "I know that player, he is in my friend list."

That player was Linnaeus, who stood out among the players.

With the funny werewolf husky image and the wolf head avatar above his head, it’s not surprising that Yulei will be targeted.

In fact, it wasn't just Yulei who paid attention to him, there were also many people who were looking at him carefully.

There's no way he wouldn't notice it.

His identity choice is very clever, and it is superimposed with his appearance, doubling the psychological torture caused to the players.

But... Linnai definitely has a lot of tricks up his sleeve, and his current external image is packaged by himself.

From the outside, he packages himself as a real wolf.

But will the people around me believe it, believe such a simple counter-routine?

Onlookers can also realize that he may be deliberately packaging himself, and then they will feel that he is unlikely to be a wolf.

After all, a high degree of unity from appearance to interior is too rare.

However, Wei Miao felt that he might really be a wolf. After all, pretending to be yourself involves taking risks, and risks exist objectively. What if the fishing goes wrong?

So risks need to be controlled elsewhere.

Wei Miao straightened the [Crown Wearer] who was slightly messy due to dancing, and walked towards Linnai with his head held high, and his momentum was overwhelming.

The husky werewolf had just driven away a straw player. When he saw Wei Miao approaching, he was stunned for a moment, and then he looked wary: "You don't want to match me, do you?"

"Well...will you accept it?" Wei Miao asked expectantly, but her words were unclear.

"Hey, you declined the invitation to dance before. This time the situation has changed, isn't it too much?" Lin Nai still rejected her.

Wei Miao smiled meaningfully: "Sincerity is always the last resort, I can understand."

Lin Nai's expression remained unchanged: "Let's go slowly without seeing you off."
Chapter completed!