MTL - Survivorship Bias-Chapter 102 snowy night

The three words [Grave Keeper] disappeared.

heard.

Protect yourself, find out priests and ordinary priests by observing and speaking, and advance and retreat with them.

Your function is to start from the second night. Every night, you will know whether the player who was sacrificed by the referendum in the previous day is good or bad, but you cannot check the specific identity of the deceased. ]

This ability…

An Wujiu can't say it's good or bad for a while, it just doesn't feel like a strong ability, can't take the initiative to attack, can't protect itself, or even can't prove his identity, if he was sacrificed the day before The person who sacrificed was a good person, and he could only say it in the daytime of the next day, which was inefficient and would inevitably reveal his identity.

As the Holy Voice said, this card needs to protect itself, and even beware of being dressed by a cultist and pretending to be pushed out.

An Wujiu listened and looked at the others, feeling that they were listening to the holy voice to describe their identities and abilities.

[Now introducing you to other identities. There are four priests: the prophet, the witch, the hunter and the tomb keeper.

The prophet can check a player every night to know whether he is a good person or a bad person;

The witch has a bottle of poison and a bottle of antidote. The witch can learn about the dead player that night and choose whether to prescribe the antidote to save people, or choose a surviving player to prescribe the poison. The witch cannot save herself, and after using the antidote, she cannot know the death situation at night, but if she dies, she can be informed;

Hunters can choose to activate skills when they are sacrificed during the daytime referendum or killed by cultists at night, shoot a player away, and cannot activate skills when they are poisoned by witches.

In addition to the priests, there are three wolf cultists and a gargoyle among the twelve priests.

Three wolf cultists can meet each other on the night of the blood moon and jointly choose to kill any player on the field. They do not have any special marks, just like ordinary priests.

Gargoyle is a special wolf believer, he and the other three wolf believers do not meet at night, that is, the wolf believer does not know which player the gargoyle is.

Gargoyle can select any player on the field at night to directly check the specific identity, such as checking a certain player, the result is "witch" or "civilian" and so on. Please note that before the death of the other three wolf followers, the gargoyle has no ability to kill. After all teammates die, the gargoyle can kill with a knife.

There are four civilians among the twelve priests. The civilians have no special skills. During the morning sacrifice during the day, they can discuss with other players on the field to select the chief priest of the day. Under the leadership of the chief priest Referendum to players who should be sacrificed.

Identity explained.

During the day, all players surviving on the field will conduct a morning sacrifice referendum, select one as a sacrifice, and you can use the rest of the time freely.

At night, the cultists kill, and the remaining eight priests will give their eyes in exchange for the power of the gods, so at night all the good people will lose their eyesight, unable to see the werewolf's movements, but not restricting their movements Freedom, the same is true for priests, but priests can use skills through interaction with the Holy Sound. Among them, the tomb keeper can follow the guidance of the gods to the sacrifice cemetery.

If the werewolf cultists die first on the spot, the good guys will win. If the werewolves kill all the priests and sacrifice all the priests or all the civilians, the cultists will win.

The winning team will become all survivors, and players who died in the previous rounds can also be resurrected.

Dead players on the losing side are declared dead after the game ends, and players on the losing side who are still alive after the game ends are eliminated.

The above are the main rules of the Blood Moon Rite, the details will appear when the player triggers it. ]

After listening to the general rules, An Wujiu probably understood the mechanics of this game.

Shen Ti walked towards him and took his shoulder habitually, "You look serious."

An Wujiu said in a low voice, "I was just thinking, this time the team competition is a dark team, what if we are divided into different camps?"

Not only a dark team that can't see the situation clearly, but also a situation that is dying one by one. There is a good chance that he will either die on the first night, or survive and watch one of his companions be sacrificed and killed.

These are situations beyond his control.

The worst…

"The worst is that we are in different camps and are enemies." Shen Ti smiled, his tone was terribly relaxed, "The rules do not allow us to exchange identities, if you think we are not on the same side , then find a way to kill me and sacrifice me."

He giggled and seemed to not care about losing or winning, or his own life or death.

"As long as you win." Shen Ti was careless, and there was even a smile in his voice.

After he finished speaking, he did not hear An Wu Jiao's response. An Wu Jiu looked very silent, not saying a word.

Although he is such a quiet person most of the time, Shen Ti suddenly felt something was wrong and was about to continue to say something when An Wujiu grabbed his wrist and pulled him After passing through the passage behind the stone screen, I went all the way forward, found a room at random, opened the door, and dragged him in without saying a word.

Shen Ti didn't calm down for a while, so he planned to bring it to the door first, but the next second, he was forced to the door by An Wujiu.

The blood-red moonlight outside the window was projected from the corner of the window lattice, hitting An Wu Jiao's side neck, and the oil lamp hanging by the door illuminated An Wu Jiao's face.

He was even more serious than before, holding Shen Ti's wrist.

Shen Ti didn't know where he said the wrong thing.

"I..."

“Do you think I will be happy like this?” An Wujiu took the lead and cut off his words.

Shen Ti frowned.

An Wujiu's face is always expressionless, and there is a rare emotion that can't be concealed, "Even if it is a different camp, do I need you to sacrifice for me? You think you were killed, Will I be happy?"

Two groups of warm yellow lights reflected in his pupils, very bright and moving.

Shen Ti couldn't help lowering his head, kissed his eyes, then put his arms around his waist and pressed his forehead to his forehead.

"I just want you to win, nothing else."

An Wujiu was originally a little angry, when he heard that Shen Ti didn't care about his own life, he joked about letting An Wujiu step on his corpse to win, he couldn't accept it at all .

."

An Wujiu is really reluctant to be angry, hearing this sentence, even more reluctant.

What's wrong with Shen Ti, An Wujiu thought, maybe few people would be willing to sacrifice for him.

An Wujiu released his hand, lowered his eyes, and finally raised his hand to touch Shen Ti's cheek, "No, it's because I got emotional all of a sudden."

In the dim room, Shen Ti could feel the warmth from An Wujiu. It made him feel at ease. An Wujiu is really a strange person, no one has ever cared about the lives of others at the altar, only An Wujiu would ask him not to seek death and refuse him to say anything about giving up on himself.

It was he who loved An Wugui in the wrong way.

Shen Ti hugged An Wujiu with both hands, lowered his head, and placed it on An Wujiu's shoulder, still joking.

"You get emotional too."

His voice was muffled, and it looked like it was snowing heavily outside.

“Of course I have, I am human too.” An Wujiu hugged his back, his fingers could feel Shen Ti’s bulging spine when he bent slightly, which made him feel a little more realism.

"Shen Ti, you are more cruel than me."

Shen Ti thought so too.

Except for An innocent life, he doesn't really care about everyone, including himself.

Suddenly, he heard An Wujiu say: "I have lost a lot, and I don't even remember I lost it, and when I think about it again, it is the second time."

He knew that Shen Ti might not understand, and many people could not understand.

An Wujiu seems to be able to do it with ease and strategize, but he is actually a high-rise building whose foundation has been evacuated a little bit, and it is in danger, it may collapse tomorrow, or the day after tomorrow.

Shen Ti is already one of the few pillars that are stuck in the foundation to support him.

"I can't lose you."

It was at this moment that Shen Ti seemed to hear the sound of his heartbeat, a click, a click, which he had never felt before.

He knew that he was really that important, and that his life was indeed tied to An Wugui's heart.

"Good."

Shen Ti turned his head sideways, his lips touched An Wujiu's warm side neck.

"I listen to you."

He found himself not enough, not learning enough.

Sometimes when faced with An Wujiao, it seems like he can learn without a teacher, but sometimes he finds that in fact he is not expressing his meaning, just like an alien creature trying to integrate into the earth. Like, will also reveal the filling.

But Shen Ti thought, in any case, they are in the same mind, they don't even need to touch their fingers, he can read An Wujiu the first time he sees him.

An Wu Jiu is destined to be his.

The two leaned quietly for a while, like two intertwined trees, trying to grow for each other in a place lacking sunlight. Gradually, the top branches of the trees climbed together, and the underground The roots are also tangled.

Until An Wujiu heard the new footsteps and became alert for a moment, this hugging posture changed slightly.

It sounds like Sakura Todo and Mori Matsuura are coming.

"Hey? What's the number on this door?"

"This number is written... it seems to be 7, it should be Mr. Shen's room."

"Ah, this is where Shen Ti lives, right? Then I'm number three, you're number twelve, you should be the innermost, my room may be in the corridor on the left. "

"Miss Tengtang, I'll take you to your room first."

"Really? Thank you, you are such a gentleman."

Hearing the footsteps of the two walking away, Shen Ti chuckled lightly, "You're pretty good at finding it, you just broke into my room without looking at the house number, it's really as expected. I…"

“Don’t talk nonsense.” An Wujiu had already predicted what he was going to say, so he stopped him first.

It's not that I don't like it, I just feel too ashamed.

"Don't you like it? I think many people like that name, or what would I call you?" ?Baby?"

“You really…” An Wujiu was about to scold him, but suddenly he couldn’t see anything in front of him, as if someone had suddenly turned off the lights and fell into the boundless darkness.

But that's not right, he can't even see the red moonlight of the blood moon.

An Wujiu thought of the "giving your eyes" that was proposed by the altar just now, and his heart was clear.

I really lost my sight.

But there was a red line in front of him, like an arrow, pointing to the door they were facing.

Is this the so-called gravekeeper's cemetery guideline?

Shen Ti didn't give him room to think further, his hand still wrapped around his lower back, forcing him to step back, "What am I really?"

Steps backward, An Wu Jiu's legs hit the bed unexpectedly, after walking for a while, Shen Ti is directly pressed onto the bed.

"Nothing."

"Really?"

An Wujiu has no vision and can only feel Shen Ti's hand undoing the tie of the cloak in front of his neck. His fingers brushed, like a thin layer of electricity.

Probably because I can't see anything at the moment, the hearing and touch are becoming clearer. The sound of Shen Ti's breathing was right in front of him, mixed with the wind and snow whistling outside the window.

Shen Ti must be facing his face, and he can even feel their lips rubbing slightly, not kissing.

"It's snowing a lot outside, it's so cold."

Shen Ti used the most ambiguous gesture to say the most ordinary words, his fingertips wrote his name on An Wujiu's exposed collarbone.

"Why don't you stay tonight, the quilt for the two of you should be warmer."

"My body temperature is too low to be your heater."

"It's not good to just lie down, do something to warm up, don't you?"

An Wujiu's heart beats extremely fast, he wants to know why this person can be so skillful, as if he doesn't need these eyes at all.

Or he is a wolf, a cult.

"Maybe one of us will die tomorrow... Don't you think it's a pity?"

"Will it be?" An Wujiu didn't want to be manipulated by him like this, trying to turn against the customer, so he chuckled, "What if you were a cultist?"

Shen Ti laughed, An Wujiu lost his eyes only to realize that Shen Ti's laughter was a little evil. If he could see at this moment, this handsome face must look very much like a murderer, reflecting the scarlet light of the blood moon.

"Isn't that better?"

"First the spring night, and then killing people, more exciting."