Jiang Yu blocked the dice with his left hand, placed the dice at 1 with his right hand, and then covered the dice with both hands to prevent others from seeing it.
The same thing happened to the others. Everyone blocked the dice and then placed the dice. Everyone was a little hesitant, and the smallest number on the dice was 1.
This means that at least one has to shoot himself in the head. Who can guarantee that they will be lucky?
What if the first shot explodes?
If anyone dares to put the points at 3, 4, or 5, others will most likely question him.
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If the dice number is 5 and there is really a bullet in the gun, it is simply a gamble with your life.
After seeing that everyone had placed their dice, the Bull-Headed Referee raised the sign for [Questioning Session] and said, "Now, players, please remove your hands and show the numbers on your dice. Each player can choose to question other players, or not."
Everyone took their hands away.
Jiang Yu looked at the dice numbers in front of the others.
Player No. 8, the bald man with a Mediterranean look, chose 2.
No. 20, the dark-skinned middle-aged man, chose 2.
Number 2, the beautiful internet celebrity with long legs, also chose point 1.
No. 34, the little boy, chose 2.
No. 26, the yellow-haired boy, chose 2.
This result is similar to what he thought, but why did others dare to choose 2?
Are you really not afraid of death?
If there are bullets in the gun and two shots are fired, the probability of the head exploding is one in three. Are these people crazy?
Or maybe they didn't load any bullets at all.
However, we cannot rule out the possibility that the opponent is skilled and bold, and will gamble his life while playing.
If the other party points out 3 or 4, you might consider questioning it. But if it is 2, questioning it really carries more risks than benefits.
Jiang Yu chose to remain on the sidelines and chose not to question.
The other five people also looked at each other, but no one stood up to question.
After confirming that no one chose to question, the bull-headed referee held up a sign that read [Shooting Phase].
He looked at Player 8 and said in a cold tone: "Player 8, please pick up the pistol, point it at your own head, and shoot twice."
The Mediterranean bald man No. 8 raised his pistol tremblingly, pointed it at his head, hesitated for a long time but was unable to shoot, and had no courage to pull the trigger at all.
Jiang Yu and the other four all stared at man number 8.
They were also curious whether man No. 8 would be shot in the head...
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The other onlookers on the field all dared not breathe and stared at player No. 8 nervously. In an instant, he became the focus of the whole field.
At this moment, the pig-faced masked man who was watching the show on the stage raised the microphone and said, "Player No. 8, please shoot. If you don't shoot within 3 seconds, the collar on your neck will explode."
Hearing this, Bald Man No. 8 no longer dared to hesitate. He closed his eyes tightly, squeezed his face into a ball, and was extremely frightened. He pulled the trigger twice in a row at his head, as if he was ready to die.
He really couldn't bear this kind of torture anymore. Either he died quickly or he didn't die at all.
After two crisp sounds of trigger being pulled, the bald man No. 8 was still sitting on the chair intact.
He put the gun back on the table and collapsed, almost sliding off the chair. Sweat seeped out of his body and his clothes were soaked.
His expression showed some excitement, but also some lingering fear.
He never wanted to play this game again in his life, but when he thought about the next four rounds, he felt a little desperate.
The players watching were somewhat disappointed, as they had changed without realizing it, but they themselves were completely unaware.
They have become more bloody, cold-blooded and violent.
Everyone hopes that others will be eliminated quickly, so that they can win the final championship and leave here with 10 million.
Jiang Yu and others also breathed a sigh of relief as player No. 8 had made a good start.
It seems that if you fire less times, it won't be that easy to get shot.
The pig-faced masked man was a little unhappy. He raised the remote control microphone to his mouth and said, "Dear players, I am really impatient. I will add a temporary rule. Each person has 10 seconds to shoot. If you haven't shot after 10 seconds, the collars around your necks will explode."
The words of the pig-faced masked man made Jiang Yu and others feel depressed. No matter who it was, if they wanted to shoot themselves in the head, they would always be very hesitant and unable to do it.
Don't dare to shoot until you are mentally prepared.
And this little buffer time was also taken away by the man in the pig-faced mask.
Everyone felt an extremely suffocating sense of oppression.
Shoot, and you might die.
If you don't shoot, the collar will explode and you will die anyway.
It was as if the Grim Reaper's scythe was suspended above their heads and could fall at any time.
Next, it was No. 20's turn to shoot.
The bull-headed referee looked at No. 20, but before he could say anything, No. 20, the dark-skinned middle-aged man, had already raised his pistol.
He shot himself twice in the head without hesitation, as if he was determined to die.
Jiang Yu and others were a little surprised and couldn't help but look at him with admiration.
The other players watching also applauded.
His expression was calm as he put the pistol back on the table, as if he was doing something insignificant and normal, like eating.
Then, the bull-headed referee looked at number 2, the internet celebrity model with long legs.
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At this moment, someone off the court recognized No. 2 and exclaimed.
"Hey, I remember now, isn't that Yang Lili? She was a very popular internet celebrity a few years ago!"
"Oh, yeah. Now that you mentioned it, I remember that the internet celebrity who was very popular on the short video platform for singing and dancing suddenly disappeared in recent years. How come she is here too?"
"What big internet celebrity? She was banned a long time ago."
"Oh my god, I'm playing games with a big internet celebrity..."
The players off the field were talking about it.
The bull-headed referee said, "Player No. 2, please raise your pistol, aim at yourself and shoot once."
Beauty No. 2 hurriedly picked up the pistol, pointed it at her head, hesitated for a few seconds, and dared not pull the trigger.
At this moment, she felt that the 10 seconds were almost up, and suddenly remembered what the pig-faced masked man said, that if she didn't shoot, the collar would explode.
She didn't have time to think and pulled the trigger immediately.
The next moment, as No. 2 pulled the trigger, a crisp gunshot rang out, and her head was instantly pierced by the bullet, and she fell on the table.
Her face was pale, her eyes were wide open, and blood continued to flow out, covering nearly half of the table like a blooming blood-stained flower.
At this moment, Jiang Yu and the other four felt a chill all over their bodies.
Seeing this scene, almost every player watching shuddered.
The entire space was filled with deathly silence.
This bloody scene irritated their nerves.
Everyone realized once again that this was an extremely cruel death game.
Jiang Yu and the others were silent. They didn't expect that she would be shot dead with just one shot. Such a low probability had happened to her.
No. 2 was eliminated in the first round.
She didn't even have the chance to use the exclusive prop card she redeemed before she was gone.
Then, before everyone could recover from the shock, the bull-headed referee had already looked at the little boy No. 34, as if the scene just now was nothing special.
But for No. 2, the sun will still rise normally tomorrow, but she will never see it again.
"Player No. 34, please raise your pistol and shoot yourself in the head, twice."
The bull-headed referee said indifferently.
Jiang Yu and the other three also looked at the little boy No. 34. Everyone held their breath, hoping that No. 34 had been shot dead.
At this moment, their hearts were occupied by demons. What did it matter even if the person sitting there was just a teenager?
Because, if two more people die on the field, the game will end.
The remaining players will win and won't have to shoot themselves in the head anymore. Who wouldn't want to end this nightmare game as soon as possible?
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