The Asylum of All Worlds

Chapter 212 Suspicion
[Jason's Mask No. 91]

[Jason's Mask No. 57]

This is what Ziliang gained at the moment, and along with these two masks, Ziliang also gained a wave of more uneasy emotions than before.

Michelle is dead, and Angela is also dead, so that means, all the outsiders have died.

So who is this mask maker?
Not only Ziliang, but the rest of his teammates also discovered this problem. In all previous planes, either the compass directly pointed out the target, or at least gave a general direction.

But in this plane, from the beginning to the end, Ziliang and others were just imprisoned in the "Crystal Lake", a small space where no shit. They didn't even see their enemies, and people nearby began to die one after another. What's even more frightening is that it was his teammates who killed them.

Soon, everyone returned to the cabin. Shirley urged Leon to throw Michelle's body out, and then asked him to guard the door. Even though he was just a zombie, his detection ability was the best among them. Strong as for the blood on the ground, no one cares, just let it dry on the floor.

Under the thin light, no one said anything, and they couldn't make any good suggestions. Everyone just sat and waited quietly.
"Well, I don't like this feeling." I don't know how long it took, and the night was getting dark, and Old Joey broke the silence first: "That person should come out and have a fight with us."

Hannibal shrugged: "Obviously, the guy you're talking about doesn't want that."

"Yeah, if it were me, I wouldn't come out. I would definitely hide in the dark and let the other party kill each other. How interesting that would be." Xue Li said gloomyly.

Ziliang did not join the conversation of the other three, but opened his mouth and changed the topic in another direction: "Now, everyone is dead, and only the four of us are left."

Shirley nodded: "Yeah, we can see that, so what do you want to say?"

Ziliang hesitated for a while: "I want to say, in fact, when I came here, I already asked the compass. In the entire area of ​​Crystal Lake, the compass only located the four dead men and women who camped, and no one else. But now , those four people are all dead. So does it mean that the enemy is among us?"

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The air suddenly became cold. Even Old Joey could understand the meaning of this sentence.In the room, the four murderous guys began to look at each other silently. Normally, just one person here would be a frightening figure, but at this moment, they gathered together. The surrounding pressure , enough to make an ordinary person breathless.

"Hehe, this is interesting." Hannibal was the first to say, "Are you trying to say that there is a traitor among us?"

Ziliang lit a cigarette and took a light puff: "I don't want to have such an idea, but for the time being, it seems that only this kind of explanation is the most likely. Oh, of course, I don't want to use 'traitor' ' because it's quite possible that someone has had their consciousness taken, or their body duplicated."

"It's not very likely. If there is any change in us, then Hannibal should be aware of it." Shirley asked.

Ziliang shook his head: "Don't think of Hannibal too strong, and don't think of yourself so weak, everyone is a piece of sin, Hannibal can't detect your thinking so easily, and, How do you know Hannibal is Hannibal."

"Haha, it's really interesting!" Hannibal started to laugh coldly when he heard it: "Are we going to play a game of 'Who is a werewolf'? Okay, then I'll get rid of my suspicions first." Well, because I am here, I am the person with the highest mental strength, so if you are the enemy, then do you choose me as the most controlled target? Or choose a person with a weaker mental defense line?"

Saying that, Hannibal looked at Old Joey intentionally or unintentionally.

Old Joey was just a little dazed, but he was definitely not stupid. He could still hear this kind of questioning directed at his nose, so, following these words, an extremely rough aura pressed over him abruptly. , causing the surrounding furniture to creak softly.

"Are you doubting me?" Old Joey said in a calm voice, "I was not controlled. I admit that I was put on a mask at the time, and I will apologize to Quinn, but I guarantee that my sanity is very clear now. And if I'm controlled, I don't need to use this troublesome method to break down one by one, because I have the ability to cut you all right now."

Well, although Old Joey's explanation was simple and crude, it really made sense.

Hehe, yes, Old Joey has the power to slaughter, so he doesn't have to work so hard, but... there happens to be someone in the room who doesn't have the ability to slaughter everyone.

So soon, everyone's attention shifted to Shirley again.

Shirley naturally knew that she would become the target of suspicion: "Well, indeed, I don't have the power attribute, it seems that the chance of being suspected is very high, and I have no reason to prove my innocence. However, except Me, why don't you suspect that Ziliang, after all, is the most experienced guy among us when he talks about scum, betraying his teammates, and playing tricks behind his back."

As soon as this remark came out, Ziliang was immediately pointed at.

"Hey, am I just that insignificant in your eyes?" He asked with his hands outstretched.

And what he got was the determined affirmation eyes of the three people.
"Okay, okay, maybe I don't give you a good impression of me, but my mental defense is recognized by even Hannibal, so I'm also very difficult to be controlled." Ziliang explained .

"Who said you were under control? We are wondering if you made another deal with some people, or joined some gamble, and then sold us all."

"This..." Ziliang hesitated for a while: "If you think so, then I really don't seem to have any evidence to prove my innocence."

He said distressedly: "It seems that we have fallen into a situation where no one trusts the other. Maybe this is the purpose of the 'enemy', to keep us separated from each other so that we can attack separately."

"Yeah, this possibility is very high." Hannibal said: "But I still don't want to stay with you. After all, at this time, I prefer to believe in myself. Presumably, you also think the same way, yes Bar."

People at different levels have different ideas, although everyone knows how dangerous it is to be alone in this situation, but, just as the more powerful a creature is, the more it likes to live alone, so Hannibal would rather rely on himself ability, and unwillingness to give their backs to a group that might harbor enemies.

Sure enough, the rest of the people also nodded with a smile.

"That's right, I also think that it's better to be alone in this situation than for us to nest here and stare at each other." Shirley said.

"Well, if anyone wants to play tricks, let him come. If you are controlled by the enemy, I will wake you up. If you are the enemy, then I will kill you." Old Joey said, his tone was Chatting like usual.

"Tsk tsk, from this point of view, everyone's choices are surprisingly unanimous, then. Good night, I wish everyone a good night's sleep tonight."

Ziliang threw the cigarette on the ground, stomped it out, got up, and walked to his bedroom.

This night, of course no one will sleep well, because everyone is waiting for something.

However, to everyone's surprise, the night was very quiet until the sun rose, and nothing happened.

"Could it be that our enemy is already dead?" Everyone sat in the hall again and said.

Shirley smiled self-deprecatingly: "Hehe, if that's the case, then it would be too embarrassing for us to suspect each other last night."

"I tried not to sleep last night. I held the knife and stared at the door, waiting for someone to come in so that I could kill him." Old Joey said angrily.

"If you look like that, no one will go to your room." Zi Liang muttered, "But by the way, why hasn't Hannibal come down yet?"

Speaking of this, everyone immediately looked at each other, and everyone saw a trace of surprise in each other's eyes.

"No way," Shirley whispered to herself.

Immediately, everyone stood up abruptly and rushed to the second floor.

"Oh!"

The door of Hannibal's room was kicked open.

However, just like the last thing everyone wants to see.

Hannibal.
died.

(End of this chapter)