Chapter 373 Don’t You Remember Me?

"The purpose of my killing is different from yours. How can I put it? Every prey is carefully selected and determined. More people will suffer when they are alive. So I prefer the title of death penalty doctor to murderer." , After all, I am treating diseases of this era." No. 7 Jin Zhouzhe recounted three murders successively. The crime methods were streamlined. His psychological quality was too good. He said that ending his life was as easy as eating and drinking.

After he finished speaking, he took off his helmet: "It's all the truth, so please don't confuse me with most of you. I know what I'm doing and I've always stayed sane."

At this point, he paused: "Actually, I just talked so much nonsense just to prove one point. I am a very reliable teammate. Cooperating with me can increase your survival probability many times."

After getting up and returning to the round table, No. 7 Jin Zhouzhe did not explicitly ask for votes, but his words made people feel excited.

Before he confessed, he first said that those with more votes would be outraged and would die.

After his confession, he began to propose a union and spoke of his worth.

This one-and-done approach was much smarter than Wang Yuchun's, and even No. 9 was a little moved at this time.

"You turn a blind eye to the harm you have caused to others, have no guilt or remorse, and are unable to understand the pain of others. And you still brazenly claim that you are healing this era? All superheroes are criminals, not to mention you, a self-righteous prison doctor. "

Just when everyone was hesitating whether to join forces with No. 7 Kim Joo-cheol, a voice suddenly appeared.

The unhurried tone was very familiar to me, and I raised my eyebrows slightly: "Du Yu..."

Du Yu, who was wearing a neat suit and sitting in seat 10, looked out of place with the people around him: "No. 7, stop justifying your crime. Murder must be paid with life. No one can interfere with other people's lives except the law. "

"Oh?" No. 7 Jin Zhouzhe raised his eyebrows. He originally thought that the first person to speak would be his collaborator, but he did not expect that someone would question the nature of his behavior: "I did not deny the fact of my crime, nor did I deny it. Respecting the law is just improving the law in your own way. You must know that our laws are flawed, otherwise I would not have been able to get away with it for so long, and I would not be sitting here talking to you."

"As long as a crime is committed, there will always be clues left behind. Whether it can be investigated or not is largely related to luck and not directly related to the law." Du Yu was unexpectedly tough this time. Even I don't know why he would target him. No. 7, Kim Joo-cheol looks obviously difficult to deal with.

"No. 10, what do you mean? We are not here to listen to your legal education." No. 7's face was calm, but there was a cold light in his eyes.

"You kill people because of your unusual way of thinking or emotional flaws. This is no excuse for killing people. Your confession sounds childish and ridiculous to me, like a madman talking nonsense, or like a child eager to be praised." Du. Su stood up and scanned the crowd: "You don't understand the organizer's intention of bringing you together at all. You don't know how to repent, and you won't repent. In your hearts, it is always the world that is wrong, not yourself."

He left the seat directly after speaking: "A group of pitiful people, you are deceived by yourselves, and you will eventually die by your own hands."

Du Yu seemed to have seen through the essence of this game, and he walked towards the cell without looking back.

"What are you doing? Are you sick?" No. 6 shouted to Du Yu: "The game is not over yet!"

"Leave him alone. When it's his turn to play, we'll catch him. If he doesn't want to sit on the electric chair, then we'll kill him directly!" Jin Zhouzhe watched Du Yu go away with something bad in his heart. I had a premonition, but I couldn't explain clearly at the moment: "This person is a bit strange."

"Could he be the twelfth person hiding among us? It sounds like he is maintaining law and order, like a policeman or a lawyer." Master Wang also stared at Du Yu, undecided.

"Would the hidden twelfth person be stupid enough to say such a thing? By doing so, he can rule out his identity. He should not be a hidden person or a killer. I think he may be the policeman who ate the blue candy." No. 9 His palms slid on Wang Yuchun's body, teasing her while talking: "Since someone is leaving now, I don't care. You guys talk first."

In front of everyone, No. 9 tore open the buttons on Wang Yuchun's collar, grabbed Wang Yuchun's hands and deliberately walked past No. 5 Tian Teng: "I want to go to the room with No. 4 to discuss something, give me half an hour. "

Wang Yuchun has a beautiful figure and face, and what’s more special is that she also has a star aura and a unique temperament. At this time, she is as obedient as a house cat in the hands of No. 9, and everyone watching is a little thirsty.

"Half an hour, you are really fast enough." No. 6 gritted his teeth and said sourly.

"This is a deal between me and No. 4. If any of you want to participate, just vote for me." No. 9 said no more, licked the corner of his mouth and carried Wang Yuchun into cell No. 9. .

The round table suddenly seemed empty. I looked at the remaining people and guessed who was the hidden twelfth person.

Time passed quickly, and as expected, No. 7 Jin Zhouzhe also had zero votes. The alarm sounded, and No. 8, who had been silent, walked out.

I had noticed this No. 8 before. He was over 1.8 meters tall and well-proportioned. His muscles could still be vaguely seen under his thin shirt.

He is not older than me, like a college student who has not yet graduated. He looks handsome, but his face is a bit pale. It is not the kind of malnutrition paleness, but the cyan blood vessels under the skin are bulging, giving the face a strange white color.

"I seem to have seen this person somewhere." I held my chin in one hand and stared at No. 8.

Putting on his helmet, No. 8 flipped Liu Hai, his eyes dull and full of fear, looking at the game participants around the round table as if they were looking at dead people.

"Are you sick?"

"What are you looking at! I'll dig out your eyes again."

"Do you know some inside information?"

Everyone's reactions were different. I remained silent and compared No. 8's face with the faces in my memory. The familiar feeling became stronger: "I must have seen him before!"

No. 8 didn't care about the crowd's voices. His eyes finally fell on me: "You don't remember me, right?"

As soon as he said this, the atmosphere in the entire hall became weird.

"Have these two people known each other before?"

"Impossible! Serial murderers are all repeat offenders, and most of them act alone. Besides, if the two of them are together, and they occupy two places, the game will not be fair."

"This game is inherently unfair. I propose that the next time you testify against the killer, one of them should be killed!"

"It's not that simple. This No. 8 seems to be deliberately inducing us." Master Wang is the calmest of all: "I have portrayed many characters, and No. 12 has been sitting next to me, and any change in his expression has affected me. During the observation, the two of them probably didn’t know each other.”

"There is something wrong with these two people. The change in No. 12's expression is consistent with the psychological gradient. He should have seen No. 8, but his brain has forgotten it." Jin Zhouzhe looked at me and No. 8 with interest: "Anyway , both of them have problems, and if the two of them unite, the balance between us will be broken again."

I can hear everyone's voices, but I'm probably the most confused person in the room right now. There seems to be something missing in my mind, and I can't remember it.

This feeling was so uncomfortable that I inadvertently clenched my fists: "Who are you? Have we met before?"

"Of course, it's just me in your memory, which I can no longer say." No. 8 pushed the helmet gently to reveal his entire face. He tried his best to show a smile, but in the end he could only barely move his lips.

"My name is Xia Chi, and I used to be a supernatural anchor."

"Bang!"

The chair fell to the ground, and I stood up suddenly. My eyes were wide open, but I was speechless for a long time.

The scene of the first time I went to Xia Qingzhi's home came to mind. She showed me the bloody family photo. There was no face, but the body shape was almost the same as the person in front of me.

"No, who the hell are you?!"