Yang Weiyang was somewhat puzzled.
Huh? What did that mean?
What did it mean... "From now on, the game has officially begun"?
Weren't they already in a script killing game?
And this young man in the black skull t-shirt strode towards them. His eyes were greedy and bloodthirsty as he looked at Yang Weiyang.
Yang Weiyang even shivered.
She had a feeling.
That the other party was truly harboring ill intentions.
She was scared.
To bolster her courage, she turned towards Fei Siyu and gave a foolish,憨憨 smile, muttering to herself.
"He's really good at acting. I wonder where the show found this actor. He's so scary!"
When she was nervous.
She became talkative.
"And this makeup artist is too amazing. This scar is actually sunken in. How did they do that? It looks like real disfigurement..."
"Wow, this special effects makeup artist must be very, very expensive?"
She was just complaining, but the other party's expression suddenly became sharp. He turned to Yang Weiyang and sternly reprimanded her.
"Shut up!"
"Say one more word, and I'll throw you to the sharks!"
Yang Weiyang made a face and sulked, choosing not to speak.
The global audience could see the live broadcast from the cruise ship lobby.
Seeing this fierce-looking man scolding Yang Weiyang so harshly, the bullet comments instantly exploded.
[Damn, this guy is too fierce!]
[He's practically a top-tier villain! What's he so angry about? Don't they see Weiyang is about to cry? After the show ends, I'm definitely going to make him apologize to Weiyang!]
Everyone protested vehemently.
[He's just angry about what? I haven't seen this face before. He's probably some unknown minor actor the show hired.]
[This is just a script killing game. He's acting like he's going to kill someone.]
[So fierce...]
[What, afraid you won't get more jobs? And our Weiyang is clearly a vibrant beauty who is loved by everyone. Why is he bullying Weiyang?]
The reactions were very strong. The bullet comments exploded, almost blocking out their faces.
[Everyone calm down, send fewer bullet comments. Let's continue watching. I'm actually quite curious if this guy is the murderer...]
The fans hadn't realized the severity of the situation.
They were watching with great interest.
[He's definitely the murderer!]
[I was still suspecting Count Ivy, but when he came out, look at his fierce appearance, like everyone owes him tens of millions. This kind of ruthless guy must be the murderer!]
Everyone's attitude.
Was exceptionally clear.
This guy.
Was definitely the murderer.
Because he looked so annoying.
Although Yang Weiyang stopped talking, she pouted. In her heart, she thought if there was a voting round later to choose the murderer.
She wouldn't vote for Count Ivy anymore.
She would immediately vote for him!
And this fierce-looking man, he looked around, muttering to himself.
He seemed to be taking a headcount.
After a moment, his expression instantly became sharp.
He asked coldly.
"Why is someone missing?"
His gaze swept around, his eyes extremely cold, and his tone became unpleasant.
"One person is missing. Where is she? The guests on the ship should not leave without authorization."
He turned around and looked at the burly men in suits behind him.
Then he immediately ordered them to search!
Ling Qianhe glanced at Hanks, and then he stepped forward, saying gracefully.
"You're asking about my companion?"
"She wasn't feeling well, so I let her rest in the next room."
"She's quite timid and gets seasick. Also, her constitution is weak, so she couldn't hold on."
Yang Weiyang was a little bewildered.
How did she not know that Xiao Ci was seasick?
And—Lin Muci has a weak constitution?
She was the one who performed and danced throughout the entire concert without any issues.
Her constitution was much more robust than hers. In the girl group "Times Girls," Xiao Ci was the type of person made of steel.
Back in "Tomorrow's Idol."
She seemed to be fine even after practicing dances overnight.
However, if Ling Qianhe said her constitution was weak, then it was weak.
Besides—Ling Qianhe had spent some time alone with her earlier.
Hey, could it be that he did something?
Images of a rather...
Racy nature...
Flashed through Yang Weiyang's mind.
She coughed, turned her head with a blush, her gaze drifting, and met Fei Siyu's gaze. Fei Siyu looked at Yang Weiyang with confusion.
Was she really scared?
Why was her face so red?
Upon hearing Ling Qianhe say his companion was unwell, the skull-faced youth opposite him remained icily indifferent.
"Which room is she in? Find her. All guests on the ship must be accounted for."
Ling Qianhe frowned, showing some displeasure.
Hanks, however, smiled.
"Buddy? You should recognize me. I'm actor Hanks. How about you give me some face? I know that young lady too. She's my friend. Her constitution is indeed very weak. She's been unwell since boarding the ship and has fainted several times."
"She can't continue participating."
"I believe you can understand, can't you? Aren't the rest of us enough to play with you?"
He was silent for a moment.
"Is she really just a young girl?"
Hanks nodded.
"Yes, a nineteen-year-old young girl, frail and sickly. What kind of storm can she stir up? She's seasick and resting. I believe it won't affect anything!"
He was trying to make the other party relax their guard.
Someone beside the skull-faced youth leaned in and whispered to him.
"She is indeed a nineteen-year-old girl. Easterners do have weaker constitutions. She might really be seasick."
His expression softened slightly, at least no longer as fierce.
He looked at the remaining seven people, his gaze sweeping over each one of them, and then he spoke.
"I said earlier, the game has officially begun."
"Have you heard of a game called Russian Roulette?"
Ling Qianhe nodded.
"I've heard of it. Are you going to play that?"
Yang Weiyang looked surprised. She hadn't heard of it. Fei Siyu's expression suddenly turned very grim.
He looked at Yang Weiyang, then whispered an explanation to her.
"This is a very bloody and cruel game."
"The stakes are human lives!"
"A revolver has six chambers."
"Place one or more bullets in the six chambers of the revolver, spin the cylinder randomly, and then close it."
"Then pull the trigger aimed at your own temple."
"Whoever gets an empty chamber lives. Whoever gets the bullet... dies instantly."
His face turned grim as he gasped for air.
Was this really a game they were playing?
But his expression made him feel so real! As if he didn't treat this as a game at all.
But as if it were real.
Using their lives.
As stakes!
"You pick one person. And bet with me."
The skull-faced youth opposite them sneered and threw a revolver.
"If you get an empty chamber, you win."
"You can ask me one question. I must answer truthfully."
"If you lose, you die. Instantly. Then the next person plays with me."
Ling Qianhe hesitated almost not at all.
"I'll bet with you."
"But the rules need to be changed. If I get three consecutive empty chambers, you lose."
"What happens if you lose? Suicide?"
The skull-faced youth opposite them was clearly enraged by this unreasonable request, but he quickly controlled himself and sneered.
"If you can get three consecutive empty chambers."
"I will withdraw and give you an hour to regroup."
Ling Qianhe looked into his eyes.
"Three hours. We need to discuss who the beast is. Not a minute less. If that's agreeable, I'll play Russian Roulette with you!"
The skull-faced youth's eyes fixed coldly on Ling Qianhe's face. After a long pause, he took a deep breath and then said in a deep voice.
"Fine."
"It's a deal."
"If you get three consecutive empty chambers, I'll take my people and withdraw."
Yang Weiyang was extremely surprised.
She looked at Fei Siyu.
"Isn't it just a game... we just need to point out who the murderer is... What are they doing? Do we need three hours?"
She felt that the murderer was undoubtedly this skull-faced guy!
Fei Siyu, however, saw something was amiss. His expression turned slightly grim. After a moment, Fei Siyu took a deep breath and whispered in Yang Weiyang's ear.
"Don't speak. Watch what Ling Qianhe does."
Yang Weiyang still didn't understand.
"Isn't that gun a prop?"
"Are the bullets made of rubber?"
Fei Siyu gave a wry smile.
His keen intuition told him that the situation was not good.
If only it were truly a game...
And the audience watching the live broadcast outside erupted into a huge uproar!
[My God, are they going to play this big? Betting their lives?]
[Qianhe didn't hesitate at all to be the first to step forward. Even if I knew it was a game, I'd be moved by him. He's so... so responsible.]
[I think he'll find a way... but who designed this game? It's really too exciting!]
[Speaking of which, that revolver looks so real. It doesn't look like a prop at all.]
The internet was in a frenzy.
...
Lin Muci was racing against time in her room, preparing the potion.
The panicked voice of the little system echoed in her ears.
"It's not good, host, Ling Qianhe is risking his life outside!"
"He's really crazy... he's even playing Russian Roulette..."
"He doesn't think this is just a game, does he? This is real! He's amazing, he's truly disregarding his own life..."
Lin Muci was taken aback.
"What? Betting what?"
The little system's tone changed with anxiety.
"Wait a moment, I'll open the small window to the outside hall for you so you can see the situation."
The situation was urgent, and it couldn't afford to demand Lin Muci's points anymore.
The little system gasped for air.
"What should we do? What should we do?"
"Why is he so crazy? If something unexpected happens, he'll die!"
"This is much more dangerous than the last incident where Hanks' gun misfired!"
Lin Muci furrowed her brows.
After a moment, she relaxed her brows.
Lin Muci said.
"Do you have any way to cheat?"
"To make sure the bullet chamber in his gun is always empty?"
"Your system has cheating methods, right?"
With her here.
How could she let Qianhe meet with an accident!
What were systems for, if not to play their part at critical moments!