There is One New Rule Every Month Globally

Chapter 246: Chapter 238: At such a young age, who taught you to spout nonsense?

This one was also dissatisfied that the deceased didn’t leave the will to them. In the middle of the night, preparing to go to the study to have a good talk with the Master, they discovered the Master laying in a pool of blood.

While stunned in place,

they hastily added their own name to the will.

Only after that did they quietly leave, but just as they were about to go, the Master opened his eyes again.

Yes.

This Master really had nine lives, going through all this without dying.

And each time, he would open an eye, as if afraid that he wouldn’t die.

So this old flame of the Master’s didn’t indulge the old immortal, grabbing the steel pen from the desk and stabbing it into the deceased’s eye.

Quick and neat.

The number 9 player, then, was the elder’s maid.

Having served him from a young age, she too was dissatisfied for not being included in the will and so at the start of the scenario, snuck into the study and poisoned the Master’s cup.

The poison gradually took effect, took effect, took effect… until in the end, it hadn’t completely taken effect.

This woman used a slow-acting poison.

So…

The final answer to the scenario was that player number 8 was the real killer.

Yes.

This hard-to-kill old immortal couldn’t hold out in the end, and a steel pen was driven into his eye socket.

And that candlestick was indeed swung by the identity he played, not by the elder himself falling onto it. As for player number 1, the blond hiding inside the bookcase,

it was entirely because he used a stupefying drug to knock out the Master and was about to amend the will when he heard knocking at the door, causing him to panic and hide in the bookcase.

His role didn’t hesitate.

After seeing his father fall into a stupor, he directly picked up the candlestick on the table and swung it down hard, and the task of amending the will was then what he saw from his own perspective.

But even that was not a fatal blow.

The stupefying drug from player number 1, the poison from player number 3, the kick to the chest from player number 5, the choke-hold from player number 7, the slow-acting poison from player number 9, including his candlestick,

were all not fatal blows.

The fatal blow was the stab in the eye socket from player number 8!

Well… the only few who hadn’t committed a crime were players number 2, the villa gardener, player number 4, Love, and player number 6.

But that’s all it was.

In fact, all three of them had a motive, harboring the thought in their hearts, just that they hadn’t yet acted on their impulse.

There were just too many teammates.

But everyone’s perspective provided only fragments of information.

This led to players number 3, 5, 7, 9, and 8 all somewhat feeling as if they were the real murderers, since from their views, each had delivered the final blow.

Who could have known that the old immortal would stubbornly cling to life, enduring so many attacks, waiting for the last steel pen in the eye?

As for players number 2, 4, and 6, including himself, although they didn’t explicitly see themselves taking action, the hints in their scenarios suggested they were the culprits.

Like player number 6.

In the scenes he saw, there was a shot of himself holding a knife and running frantically from the study, even tossing the knife into the trash can, which pretty much made him suspect himself of being the murderer.

Therefore, within three hours,

basically, everyone was playing with the mindset of ‘I am the real murderer, and I must confuse them to win.’

The scene was truly chaotic.

Originally it was 8 good people vs. one murderer.

But it turned out to be…

9 murderers against each other.

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have stalemated for so long as three hours.

There were all sorts of demons and ghosts making appearances, and the things they said… really made one’s scalp tingle!

In the end, after 3 hours, he still achieved victory.

As part of the good guys, he won successfully.

In the last voting opportunity, under his firm leadership, they voted out player number 8 and secured the final victory.

He hadn’t thought much at the time.

He just felt too tired, a bit worn out in both body and mind, wanting to quickly end this map. It didn’t matter to him who won, but by sheer fluke, his wild guess was correct.

When player number 8 was voted out, he too was somewhat stunned, clearly not expecting that he actually was the murderer.

There was really no need for such surprise.

Who could have survived with that steel pen thrust down?

“Ding, as a good person, you have successfully achieved victory.”

“Up next is your exclusive map evaluation.”

“Map Evaluation: In this map, you ate six steaks, showing that you have quite an appetite. Moreover, in the most crucial round of voting, you firmly trusted your judgment and led the team to victory.”

“Accordingly, we are awarding you the exclusive title—’Resolute Carnivore.’

The complete notification sounded in his ears.

“Title Name”: The Unyielding Carnivore.

“Title Level”: Green.

“Title Effect”: When you eat meat, you can simulate any flavor you have tasted before in your mouth, even if you’re eating a boiled white meat, you can savor the taste of grilled lamb chops.@@novelbin@@

“Title Source”: ——Map ‘Prisoner’s Dilemma’.

“Phew!”

Chen Yi let out a breath, stretched lazily, and glanced around, finally back on the cool rooftop, out of that damn map.

If there really hadn’t been anything else to do, he wouldn’t have eaten six steaks.

He didn’t even like steak that much.

Rather than steak, he preferred throwing a handful of barbecued tendons on top of a white bun and stuffing all the tendons inside.

Yup.

That felt way better than eating steak.

“Digging in the tiny garden, dig ah dig ah dig.”

“Planting tiny seeds, blooming tiny flowers.”

Suddenly, a humming voice came to his ears.

He took a closer look.

He saw a small girl wearing a lolita dress, sitting on the edge of the rooftop holding a lollipop bigger than her, idly swinging her legs and humming a somewhat familiar tune.

“In the big garden…”

“Oh, you’re back?”

Halfway through her song, the little girl suddenly caught sight of Chen Yi, clambered up from the edge of the rooftop, and bounced over to him, handing over an invitation.

“Here, this is for you.”

“During the Start of Autumn Festival on August 8th, as part of the time-limited global event, the organizers asked us to find a player to be a guest.”

“You’re the only player I know, so naturally, I came to invite you.”

“What do you say, want to come?”

“A guest?”

Chen Yi, with an odd expression, leaned on his cane with one hand, looking down at the tiny lolita not as tall as his thigh, and tentatively asked, “The organizers? Can you say who they are?”

This little girl was Little Sprite.

The one who had given him the joy of Little Sprite, that little lolita.

Last time, she managed to get him a top spot by pulling strings during a global event.

“Do you even have to ask?”

Little Sprite looked at Chen Yi with some disdain: “The organizers are naturally the Snow Sea Project Team, mentioned many times in the global announcements, haven’t you seen?”

“I get it, but what exactly is the Snow Sea Project Team?”

“The project team is responsible for a planet’s projects, what else could it be? Oh my, you ask too many questions, I really hate answering questions.”

“So are you going to be the guest or not?”

Chen Yi, looking down at the invitation in his hand with gold trim and silver paper, raised his eyebrows and asked, “Is there any risk to my life being a guest?”

“Hmm…”

Little Sprite thought deeply for a moment before shaking her head: “No, but there might be certain demands on your body’s flexibility.”

“In the Start of Autumn Festival event on August 8th, one of the activities is to choose a player to be a guest.”

“Then this player has to perform an action, and all players worldwide have to follow that action. If the players succeed…”

“The fewer players who succeed, the more the reward is divided among everyone. And of course, the fewer players who succeed, the higher the reward you get.”

“There are five chances.”

“Which means, players worldwide will have to mimic you doing five actions.”

“If you can perform an action that no player worldwide can copy, then the reward… tsk tsk, let me tell you, it’s high.”

“Because as far as I know, the Snow Sea Project Team hasn’t prepared any rewards for this, but if you actually manage it, they will surely provide a higher reward than the previous tier. You can look forward to it.”

“For example, if you were to take off your head, kick it like a ball and make it fly into a soccer goal in the Southern Hemisphere, and it’s also a curveball that flies half around the globe back onto your neck, followed by a 180-degree backward somersault, planting your head into the ground and your legs entwining and spinning like a propeller up to ten thousand meters high, before disassembling and landing to reassemble.”

“If you can do an action like that, I believe not a single player worldwide could copy it successfully.”

“Then you would definitely get a very powerful reward.”

“…”

Chen Yi held the invitation, his face expressionless as he looked at the earnest Little Sprite before him, suddenly feeling the urge to slap her.

So young, and already full of nonsense?

At that moment.

Sword Without End, who had returned at some point, curiously leaned in: “If that’s the case, then could I eat a pile of crap?”

“You can try.”

Little Sprite pinched her nose with a look of disgust: “But I think it’s just psychologically unacceptable. If it’s for the reward, there might not be nobody willing to do it.”

“What if I eat while defecating for an hour?”

“Then you’re awesome.”

This time, it was Little Sprite’s turn to be expressionless.

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