【Jason's Mask No. 91】

【Jason's Mask No. 57】

This is Ziliang’s harvest at this moment... and with these two masks, Ziliang also gained a feeling of more uneasiness than before.

Michelle was dead and Angela was dead, so did that, that is to say, all the outsiders had died.

So...who is this mask-making person?

Not only Ziliang, but also the remaining teammates, also discovered this problem. In all previous planes, either the compass directly pointed out the target, or at least gave a general direction.

However, from beginning to end, Ziliang and others were just confined in the small space where "Crystal Lake" was not shitty. Even without even seeing their enemies, the people nearby began to die one after another... What's even more terrifying is that the one who killed them was his teammates.

Soon, everyone returned to the cabin...Sherry drove Lyon to throw Michelle's body out and then let him guard the door. Although he was just a zombie, his reconnaissance ability was the strongest among everyone... As for the blood on the ground, no one cared about it, let it dry on the floor.

Under the thin light, no one said anything or could make any good suggestions. Everyone sat quietly... waiting...

"Well, I don't like this feeling." After a while, the night was already deep, and Old Joey was the first to break the silence: "That person should come out and fight with us."

Hannibal shrugged: "Obviously, the guy you said doesn't want that."

"Yes, if it were me, I wouldn't have come out. I would definitely hide in the dark and let the other party kill each other. That's so interesting." Shirley said gloomyly.

Ziliang did not join the conversation between the other three, but spoke, turning the topic in another direction: "Now, everyone is dead, only the four of us are left."

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

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

“…”

The air suddenly became cold. Even Old Joey could understand what this sentence meant. In the room, four murderers who did not blink began to look at each other silently. Usually, they would just take out a single person, which was a terrifying person. At this moment, they gathered together... The pressure around them was enough to make an ordinary person breathless.

"Haha, that's interesting." Hannibal was the first to speak: "Do you want to say, we have a traitor?"

Ziliang lit a cigarette and took a light sip: "I don't want to have this kind of thought, but for the time being, there is only this kind of explanation. Oh, of course, I don't want to use the word 'traitor', because it's very likely that someone has been taken away from consciousness or has been copied from the body..."

"This is not very likely. If we have any changes, Hannibal should have noticed it." Shirley asked.

Ziliang shook his head: "Don't think of Hannibal too strong, and don't think of yourself as weak. Everyone is a fragment of sin. Hannibal doesn't detect your thinking so easily, and how do you know... Hannibal is Hannibal."

"Haha, it's really fun!" Hannibal began to laugh coldly when he heard this: "We are going to play a game of 'Who is the Wolf'? OK, then I'll clear my suspicion first... Because I am one of the best mental strength here, so if you are enemies, then do you choose me to control the most...or to choose someone with a weak mental defense line?"

As he said that, Hannibal looked at Old Joey intentionally or unintentionally.

Old Joey was just a little stunned, but he was definitely not stupid. He could still hear this question that pointed directly at the nose, so with this sentence, an extremely rough aura pressed over, causing the surrounding furniture to creak.

"Are you suspicious of me?" Old Joey said calmly: "I am not controlled. I admit that I was put on a mask at that time. I will apologize to Quinn, but I promise that I am very clear now, and if I am controlled, I don't need to use this troublesome method to break it one by one, because I have the ability to cut you all now..."

Well, although Old Joey's explanation is simple and crude, it really makes sense.

Haha, yes, Old Joey has the power to massacre, so he doesn't have to work so hard, but... there is a person in the room who is not capable of massacring everyone.

So soon, everyone's eyes turned to Shirley again.

Shirley naturally knew that she would become the target of doubt: "Well, indeed, I, who has no power attributes, seem to be very likely to be suspected, and I have no reason to prove my innocence. But, apart from me, why don't you doubt this guy suddenly? After all, when it comes to scumbags, selling teammates, and using bad hands behind the scenes, this guy is the most experienced among us."

As soon as these words were spoken, the finger was pointed at Ziliang.

"Hey, isn't I just that bad in your eyes?" he asked with his hands spread out.

What he got was the affirmative look of three people with firm will...

"Okay, okay, maybe I don't give everyone a good impression, but even Hannibal admitted my mental defense, so it's hard for me to be controlled..." Ziliang explained.

"Who said you were being controlled, we were wondering if you had made any transactions with some people, or joined a bet, and then sold us all."

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

He said distressedly: "It seems that we are all in a situation where no one believes in each other. Maybe this is the purpose of that 'enemy', so that we can separate ourselves from each other and take action separately."

"Yes, this is a great possibility," Hannibal said. "But I still don't want to stay with you. After all, at this time, I would rather believe myself. I guess you think so too, right?"

People of different levels have different ideas. Although everyone knows how dangerous it is to stay alone in this situation, just as the stronger the creature prefers to live alone, Hannibal would rather count on his own abilities than hand over his back to a group that may have enemies.

Sure enough, the rest of the people smiled and nodded.

"Yes, I think it's better to be alone in this situation than to stay here and stare at each other," Shirley said.

"Well, if anyone wants to play tricks, let him do it. 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 as usual chatting.

"Tsk tsk, it seems that everyone's choice is surprisingly consistent, so...good night, I wish everyone can have a good night's sleep tonight..."

Ziliang threw the cigarette on the ground, stepped on it, and stood up and walked towards his bedroom.

......

Of course, no one will sleep well this night because everyone is waiting for something.

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

"Can our enemy be dead?" Everyone sat in the hall again and said.

Shirley smiled with a little self-deprecating smile: "Haha, if that's the case, then it would be too embarrassing for us to suspicion last night."

"I forced myself to sleep last night, stared at the door with a knife, and waited for someone to come in so I could chop him up." Old Joey said angrily.

"You look like you, no one will go to your room..." Ziliang muttered: "But by the way, why haven't Hannibal come down yet?"

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

"No..." Shirley whispered to herself.

Then everyone stood up suddenly and rushed to the second floor.

"Bang!"

Hannibal's room door was kicked open.

However, as everyone least wants to see.

Hannibal...
Chapter completed!