Chapter 217: A black gas, bottomless.

When the old white man said this, the other players didn't take his word for it, but went up to examine the body for themselves. In Tang Mo's group, Fu Wenduo, who was more familiar with this sort of thing, went up and examined the body in detail, saying to Tang Mo, "Dead for about an hour, drowned."

There is no doubt that the woman is really dead, drowned by a "flood" as the nursery rhyme sung by The black tower suggests.

Everything went according to the words of the rhyme, and in the silence of the empty castle, there was just a crunching sound. Immediately everyone looked down the stairs to see a small puppet in the middle of the long table, wobbling up and down towards the edge of the table. When it reached the very edge, it suddenly turned back eerily, its wooden eyes staring deadly at the sixteen players on the stairs.

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

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

A young, white-skinned man said, "Let's get rid of the body, it's not a good idea to leave it here. When I came in yesterday, I saw that this castle has two floors and an attic above. Let's put her there."

Tang Mo remembers this man, one of two players in Europe called Donde Visek. He was the first player in Europe to clear the fourth floor of The black tower.

All had no objection to this proposal.

A strong man picks up the body of a black woman and puts her into the attic.

Sixteen people descended the stairs together.

The black woman was given a separate seat, so when she died, her chair was left empty, leaving only eleven chairs. Everyone took their seats and the old white man spoke up, "Her name was crossed out."

The crowd immediately looked at the black woman's chair. On the back of the long wooden chair, the black woman's name had been roughly scratched with a sharp instrument. Her name had been carved in a crooked manner with a knife, and now that it had been scratched, the original handwriting was completely unreadable.

Mu Huixue raised an eyebrow and said, "It doesn't have to be scratched, it could have been scratched off by The black tower. Like that little puppet just now." The puppet that had fallen off the table had been picked up by the player and examined with no abnormalities. "That puppet went off on its own and fell before all of our eyes. It's logical that the puppet representing the player fell to pieces and the name representing the player was crossed out."

Andrei stood behind Mu Huixue, his voice dull but strong: " Lina Chocoru was killed."

Lina Chocoru, the black woman who died, was the first player in the United States to clear all three levels of The black tower.

As soon as Andrei finished speaking, Bai Ruoyao gave a long, meaningful "oh" and everyone looked at him. The baby-faced young man said with a serious look on his face, "Then there is only one truth, she must have been one of the three players who could leave the room last night. So ...... who killed her?"

There was silence at the long table.

Bai Ruoyao was bored: "Hey, hey, don't you all talk anymore. Three people can go out every night, two more besides that Lena."

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

Bai Ruoyao looks over at her.

Li Xia said, "It's simple, the one who killed that woman must be one of those two players. There is even a 90% chance that he is the monster. If the players who qualified to go out last night were you and me ......"

"I didn't, don't you drag me on." Bai Ruoyao clutched his chest in a pretentious exaggeration, looking like he was protecting his innocence.

Li Xia frowned as she looked to Fu Wenduo, who was standing behind Bai Ruoyao: "Let's say that the three players who came out last night were Lina Chocoru, me, and China's most powerful player, Fu Wenduo. Fu Wenduo and I would never say anything. Firstly, if we did, you would know for sure that one of us killed her. Secondly, if I know I didn't kill anyone, then it must have been Fu Wenduo who did. But I can't prove it, you'll just accuse me and I won't be able to refute it."

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

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

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

No one said a word, 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 white ballot in the first vote yesterday.

The white vote is renewed once a day and the person voted out does not die, but is blocked from all powers by The black tower.

Upon entering this game, players are restricted from using props and have some of their powers blocked. If you lose your powers completely, you will be less powerful (except for the crap powers of Bai Ruoyao). The black woman did not die at the hands of 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.

The first time you vote, everyone has to vote, but everyone doesn't know each other. So when they had to write out a name, many people would subconsciously write the name of the person who was more popular. Bai Ruoyao, for example, wrote the name of the old white man. But the one who spoke the most yesterday was the black woman.

The fact that everyone speaks the same number of times means that there are no longer extraordinarily awake people.

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

Bai Ruoyao raised his hand, "I agree too."

Li Xia sighed with relief when all sixteen people agreed with this view and stopped talking. The blond man sitting next to her was very self-conscious and said, "I don't need to tell you who I am, but I'm sure everyone here has their name by heart. I'm Bell-Fusco, a player from Zone 7, USA. The black woman I don't know, and exactly which two people went out with her last night, I don't know or care, 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, powerful woman. She had her arms 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 from her, and said those three words in one word: " Mu Huixue."

Mu Huixue looks up at her.

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

Simply by calling out Mu Huixue's name, Lena didn't say another word, but the hostility and disdain was too strong to ignore. If this hadn't been The black tower game, it would seem that she would be able to take Mu Huixue on right now and kill her.

Mu Huixue smiled, "We know each other?"

Before Lena could say anything, the young man standing behind her laughed and said, "Of course I don't know her. Don't pay any attention to her, she's like that, she hates it when anyone is better than her. Fu Wenduo from China, and Tang Mo, and the first person in the world to clear the third floor of The black tower," he gestures to Andrei 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 at all when he spoke of murder.

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

Lena grunted coldly and averted her eyes.

Next, each person recounts his or her own version 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, not hearing any movement outside the door. The next morning, when they left their rooms, they saw the body of the black woman.

Tang Mo : "At the risk of asking, if I'm counting correctly, there are six districts of players here?"

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

A disgruntled player from the US zone said: "What are you trying to say, that players from the same zone must know each other? It's obvious that those two Europeans know each other, they sit in the same chair. You guys here also know each other and all sit together. But I don't know these guys from America at all. If I may say so, apart from that woman," he pointed to Li Xia, "apart from her, all six of you China players know each other, don't you? Mu Huixue was the one who pulled you three up during the flood."

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

The brown-haired American player is called David, the same name as the returnee killed by Tang Mo earlier. But he looks tall and imposing, with a strong, muscular body, unlike David, who plays the game more by brain power.

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

This daytime was not a happy one for all.

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 before the end of the day, Bai Ruoyao is bored and playing with his white ticket. He turns back to the table, his tone casual: "So I'll just write someone up? Tangtang, Mr. Fu School, do you have an opinion on who you want me to write? How about Tangtang's name, Tangtang, look how annoying you were, the man will definitely write you."

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

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

Bai Ruoyao : "So?"

Fu Wenduo : "Write an American player."

Bai Ruoyao teased in a small voice, " Mr. Fu School, I didn't expect you to be so patriotic that you must write about them Americans even at this time."

Fu Wenduo said indifferently, "There were no signs of struggle on that woman's body. Even if she had lost her powers and was unable to use her props, her physical condition must not have been too bad for her to be killed by a single blow. Fifty-fifty chance that the person who killed her was someone she knew. At least 'the skin that was cloaked', was someone she knew."

There is only a 50-50 chance, but the odds are worth the risk.

Bai Ruoyao thought, "The player will be blocked from all psychic abilities when he is cast out. What happens when that monster is cast out ...... hehehehe?"

As he thought, Bai Ruoyao glanced at the four remaining American players, and he turned back to Tang Mo and said, "Tangtang, that David just bullied you, I'll write his name." The tone was childish, as if he was talking about a child discussing a curse on a villain.

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

Bai Ruoyao's body lurches.

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 and said, "No."

Tang Mo looked at him steadily.

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

"Ding Dong! Time to vote on the second day, please ask players to write down the name of the player they wish to vote for on the white ballot."

Tang Mo looked down and saw Bai Ruoyao writing a line on the white ticket in rapid succession -

"David-Anders"

Surprisingly, it really did have the man's name written on it.

All players finished voting and placed the white ballots upside down on the table. During the second day, no one wrote their name on the red ballot. Tang Mo watched carefully as everyone chatted and voted. None of the eleven players sitting on the chairs looked at the red ballots or did anything extra. Except for Bai Ruoyao, who was probably afraid of the world, moving from side to side in his chair like an ADHD child.

But it was Bai Ruoyao, who didn't even touch the red ticket.

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

There is no doubt that Lina 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 the monster, the other is definitely the real player. The others don't know who the monster is, but the player himself knows.

If he took out the red ticket now and wrote the name of the other person on it, he would have confirmed his 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 is not a monster, he loses the chance to grab the sixth by writing down the other person's name. Even if he eventually clears the game, he won't get a clue to the seventh level.

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

The crowd walked back to their rooms together, and halfway through the walk, Tang Mo suddenly spoke up, "Players who are selected to go out are not forced to go out."

In the crowd, seven or eight players stopped and looked back at Tang Mo. Others continued to walk on as if they had not heard the comment.

Tang Mo walked into his room and before closing the door, he exchanged a glance with Mu Huixue, Andrei, and Yu Zheng. They nodded and each entered the room.

As soon as the door closes, the baby-faced young man walks towards his bed with a smile on his face, and before he can take a few steps, Fu Wenduo reaches out and stops him.

Bai Ruoyao turned back: " Mr. Fu School?"

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

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

Tang Mo came up from behind Bai Ruoyao: "If she was able to kill the black woman and she was unable to struggle at all, apart from the fact that she knew someone, there is also the possibility that the person who killed her was more powerful than her. In this game, all players' powers are suppressed, and the black woman is more likely to have lost her powers altogether. And for you ......" After a pause, Tang Mo's tone was calm: " Bai Ruoyao , your powers, even if they were gone, would have no effect on your strength. You are strong enough to kill her before she can resist."

The smile on Bai Ruoyao's face slowly froze as he listened to these words.

After a long time, he let out a soft laugh: " The black tower gave me a restriction that my powers could only be used three times in this game and that I could only look at one person. Tangtang , do you know who it is that I am looking at."

Tang Mo was stunned.

Bai Ruoyao put his index finger to his lips, "Shhh, it's you I'm looking at oh. A darkness that is deep."