Dreadful Radio Game - Chapter 177

What was the outcome of the person voted? Su Bai had a few guesses in his mind. Based on his thoughts, it shouldn’t be a direct death after everyone made their choice even though it was called name list of death.

If it really was a direct death, wouldn’t that be a little too much of a child’s play?

To be honest, Su Bai would rather kill under real swords and spears; there was nothing regretful even if he was killed or tricked by someone stronger. If he was really killed off based on this voting method, it would be just too cruel.

So cruel that Su Bai couldn’t help but feel the chills.

When the twelfth chime of the clock struck, Zhao Zhen’s head was slowly detached from his body. His face still had the expression of indescribable terror. The headless corpse was still sitting there and only fell after about seven or eight seconds.

The head fell to the ground, giving off hard thump.

There whole scene went silent after that.

It wasn’t just Su Bai; the other people had never expected it. The votes from the name list of death would immediately be implemented, becoming a cold hard fact.

Zhao Zhen…

…died just like that.

Dying without the slightest resistance, not even a scream, not a single prelude, no certification of time of death. Even his blood, did not splatter out.

Su Bai extended his tongue and licked his lips. What he most wished to not see had occurred. If he was chosen next, those retarded children even voted for him; did that mean he would be immediately ‘wiped out’?

……

There was not even a chance to struggle?

What was the point of going through all the hard work to enhance his own abilities and exchange the Hellfire Shotguns?

Among the 19 people who were still alive, some were secretly delighted, some were worried.

Those who were secretly rejoicing felt that their abilities were not so great and felt this method was beneficial. Those who were worried had some actual abilities; dying based on voting let them feeling unresigned.

Everyone started to subconsciously hide their emotions. Perhaps before this, they did not understand, but now they did. After understanding the rules, ‘the gun always aimed for the leading bird’ was now the standard for this bloody game.

Su Bai sat at the far back, looking calm, but a thousand thoughts were invading his mind. He wanted to smoke when he was deep in thought, but too bad he did not place his cigarettes and lighter under his blanket together with his shotguns.

However, with a habit of touching his pockets, he touched a box of matches and cigarettes; it was old style cigarettes.

Forget about it, it was better than nothing. Su Bai took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it with the matches.

At this moment, a man sitting in front of Su Bai turned around and looked at Su Bai.

“Bro, you have cigarettes? Give me one.”

Su Bai chuckled and passed him a stick; he even lit a match for that person.

“Thanks bro.”

The other party deeply inhaled, seeming like a long-time smoker with a very huge addiction.

For a majority of smokers, when facing the two extremes of boredom and nervousness, the addiction would kick in. It was obvious from this scene that the majority of them were nervous at heart.

“You actually had three votes,” The other party said.

“Just one more than you,” Su Bai replied.

Their names and photos were on that list just now. Su Bai knew that person sitting in front of him was called Liu Tao. There were two votes for him to die while Su Bai had three.

“I’m different, I voted for myself.” Liu Tao flicked the cigarette ash. “Proves that there is only one person who wants me to die. You are different; you have three. Do you know what this means? This means that if nobody else has an outstanding performance before the next vote, many people will have lower or equal votes. Perhaps three votes will be the highest.”

“Why are you telling me this?”

There were already people leaving the conference room at this moment, going back to either their rooms or the restaurant. Because Zhao Zhen’s corpse was still in the conference room and Dreadful Radio did not collect the corpse, it started to reek of blood.

“Take a guess.” Liu Tao tried to act mysterious.

“I’m not interested.” Su Bai stood up. He took a few cigarettes from the box and passed to Liu Tao: “There are lit candles at the restaurant.”

After he finished talking, he turned around and left the conference room.

It was as if he had trauma since completing tasks with the monk; Su Bai was a little disgusted with this type of secret comparisons and schemes. Even though he did the same before, how he calculated with himself was his own matter. Su Bai did not wish to cooperate with a stranger and be vigilant against each other. He found it tiresome and also very annoying. If he went haywire again, there was a possibility he might kill Liu Tao and himself at the same time.

New food had been placed in the restaurant. The food at the buffet was very fresh. It even came in large quantities, enough to feed two hundred people. There were only twenty people here, no, now there were nineteen people; it was more than enough. In fact, new food would be placed automatically. At least there was no need to worry about food in the story world.

A few people were enjoying some drinks in the restaurant; not too many people were conversing. Anyone who tried to form a group on the surface would be another person’s eyesore.

Whoever who formed a group might be the next person to be voted to their deaths the next round. If many people formed into a group, for example five or even ten people, it would be meaningless. It was hard to tell if a group could be formed since not everyone was called Adolf Hitler[1]. How could it be possible to gain loyal supporters by giving speeches in such a short period of time? Furthermore, there might be a rupture in the group first and there was a possibility that the group might vote for your death.

Most importantly, Su Bai realized that this group of twenty, en, nineteen people do not know each other. It was obvious Dreadful Radio had considered and arranged this properly. Otherwise, good friends or old enemies might affect the beauty and purity of the game.

Even Su Bai himself did not know since when he stood from the angle of Dreadful Radio to think things through. This couldn’t be helped since Dreadful Radio was the organizer of this game, even though it couldn’t be seen or touched. If you wish to live on in the story world, you first must stand from its angle to consider the issues and try your best to coordinate with Dreadful Radio’s wishes.

Su Bai went back to his room. He lied on his bed and yawned. He then stood back up and gently opened his room door. There wasn’t anyone in the corridor; most of them were either at the restaurant or in their own rooms.

Zhao Zhen’s room was right opposite Su Bai’s.

Zhao Zhen’s corpse was in the conference room; perhaps it was still there. Maybe Dreadful Radio left it there on purpose to disgust everyone. They would definitely continue to use the conference room; it could be considered a way to create a bloody atmosphere.

Su Bai walked out of his own room. There was no way of locking it and anyone could come and go as they pleased. Su Bai reached out and turned the doorknob of Zhao Zhen’s door and entered.

The design of Zhao Zhen’s room was exactly the same as Su Bai’s. Classic hotel renovation, a huge wardrobe, a large bed and red carpeting.

The blanket on the bed was not folded.

Looking at this, a thought flashed through Su Bai’s mind. If there was a chance, he should secretly check out the room of the others. Checking out who folded their blankets neatly, no asking them to fold it to look like tofu cubes, as long as they folded their blankets, it was enough to point something out; those people were suddenly sent into the story world when they were sleeping, but they did not panic. It was enough to speculate that those people’s abilities were a level higher among the group of nineteen people.

Since everyone’s aura was blocked over here, he couldn’t observe other people’s ability based on feeling out their aura. He could only observe based on this tiny detail.

Su Bai flipped over Zhao Zhen’s blanket. What surprised Su Bai was there was something under the it; it was a few hot water bags.

Seemed like Zhao Zhen had placed the hot water bags when he was sleeping on his bed in the real world. Just like Su Bai’s Hellfire Shotguns, Zhao Zhen’s hot water bags were brought into the story world.

There wasn’t anything special. Su Bai turned around and wanted to check out Zhao Zhen’s wardrobe. The wardrobe door also had a mirror on it just like Su Bai’s. Su Bai even purposely looked at himself in the mirror. En, still not bad; he didn’t think he would look stylish wearing this type of old fashioned clothing.

Su Bai reached out and opened the wardrobe door. There were many clothes inside; there was male clothing and even female clothing. It was the same for Su Bai, but the clothing here was smaller in size. Seems like Dreadful Radio put a lot of consideration into all the details of the audiences. Even the sizes of the clothing were considered.

Su Bai’s gaze went further in.

“This shirt is not bad.”

It was an evening wear and looked very delicate.

Very soon, Su Bai’s pupils dilated.

The sleeve of this evening wear was bulging up.

This proved that this shirt was not hung in the wardrobe.

Someone was wearing this shirt and hiding in the wardrobe!