"It seems that we still underestimated her." Bourbon looked at the underworld princess Mafia Karen and exhaled. "The second round may start at any time, and there is only fifteen minutes. I will find a chance to communicate with her during the vote."

"Yeah." Scotland nodded in agreement. They didn't find many chairs and they were scattered everywhere. If the route was not planned in advance, fifteen minutes might not be enough.

When the man in the red fox mask saw the evil puppeteer coming towards him excitedly, he pretended to be in deep thought, trying to delay time.

"I..." The evil puppeteer paused, trying to lower his voice as much as possible, but his voice was mixed with uncontrollable excitement, "I got all of Miss Gray Rabbit's chips!"

"All?" Scotland was a little surprised.

"Yes, all of them." The evil puppeteer shook the bag in his hand, "16 pieces."

"Why would she be willing to give it to you?" Bourbon frowned, feeling that there was something strange about it.

The evil puppeteer was slightly stunned. "Of course I used my remaining chips to exchange with her. Anyway, I don't want to win. If any of you wins, I can advance. Isn't that good?"

Bourbon was still worried and asked, "Where is the one we gave you?"

"Don't worry, they are all here with me." After saying that, the evil puppeteer took out a few chips.

Scotland and Bourbon looked at each other and felt that things were going too smoothly. Would the future development really be as they planned?

At this time, the host, Birthday Star, urged: "Mr. Red Fox, please tell me the number of the chair you want to delete."

The man in the red fox mask knew that he could not delay any longer, so he answered according to the previous negotiation result, "25th."

“Okay.” The host, the birthday boy, nodded slightly, indicating that he already knew, and then announced loudly, “The second round of musical chairs begins!”

As the words fell, the familiar music sounded again, and the whistle at the beginning became clearer and more pleasant. Most of the participants did not dare to stay in Room 4 for too long, and rushed out one by one like arrows from a bow, except for the underworld princess Mafia Karen and her housekeeper.

"Pregnant woman, please run slower or you may upset the fetus." The raccoon man reminded with a smile from behind the parrot girl.

“Heh!” The parrot girl turned around and glared at the raccoon man behind her, saying coldly, “The people you are looking for are not the same as you.”

The raccoon man stopped smiling and asked in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

"It's nothing." The parrot girl glanced at the raccoon man, raised her long legs, and quickly dived into the crowd, disappearing from the raccoon man's sight.

The raccoon man raised his hand to support his forehead, but his fingers touched the cold mask. He exhaled a breath, looked out the window at the calm sea, and watched the white clouds in the sky gradually gather together, as if brewing a more violent storm.

As the whistle ended, rhythmic music sounded.

"Red eyes encounter sweet death, sharp arrowheads pierce into vigorous chests, gorgeous candy boxes are filled with life, the crisp sound of the bells completely stops echoing, the sudden extinction of life and the eternal panic..."

Scotland wrote down the lyrics and said to Bourbon beside him, "Chair No. 25 is likely to belong to the tabby cat."

"Yeah, I saw her face change." Bourbon kept walking, glanced behind him, and whispered, "I'll turn left at the next intersection."

"I'll keep moving forward, and then find a chance to shake off the tail behind me." The Scots had already discovered the baboon following them, but they guessed that the baboon might just be passing them by. After all, if they continued looking for a chair in this round, they would most likely become passersby.

The sound of powerful footsteps almost covered up the sound of music. The fork in the road was right in front of them. Just as Scotland and Bourbon were preparing to act as planned, the big-backed baboon ran a few quick steps, overtook the two bottles of whiskey, and ran to the right first. It seemed that he was just going along the way, but the two bottles of whiskey did not let down their guard.

Bourbon and Scotland exchanged glances, and as agreed, one turned left into the fork in the road while the other continued straight ahead.

Melodious piano music sounded in the cabin, and the children's chorus was particularly clear: "'Who killed the mockingbird?' 'It wasn't me,' said the sparrow, 'but I know the murderer must be stronger than I am.'"

The appearance of the new lyrics made Scotland's muscles tense, and an inexplicable sense of uneasiness was like an invisible python tightly wrapping around him.

The gamblers around also noticed the content of the lyrics and gathered together to whisper.

Scotland was not interested in what they were saying, but the song continued: "'Who witnessed her death?' 'Not me,' said the fly, 'but I heard her screams clearly.'"

After turning several corners, Bourbon shook off all the followers behind him and slipped into an enclosed space. He looked at the chair numbered "3" in front of him with a frown on his face. He heard a clear child's voice singing a melodious song in his ears, but the lyrics made him feel uneasy.

"'Who took her red blood?' 'Not me,' said the silver fish, 'but I suppose someone coveted her special blood.'"

The lyrics echoed in the closed cabin. A faint smell of blood was mixed in the wet and salty air. Lei looked around, trying to find the source, but the strong aroma of alcohol mixed with the pungent smell of tobacco hit his nose.

"What's that smell?" The gambler stretched his neck and sniffed hard.

Someone soon responded: "Who poured out such a good wine?"

"I was wondering why it smells so pungent. Someone lit a cigar in the vent."

Someone who was curious heard the news and rushed over, "This cigar is not cheap."

"Come on, let me take two puffs." A young man stared at the cigar emitting blue-gray smoke with shining eyes. Then he got the cigar as he wished. He excitedly put it to his lips and took two puffs desperately, "Cough cough cough..."

The man who handed over the cigar looked at the young man who was coughing and muttered, "Do you know how to smoke?"

"You can't do it, let me do it!" The lit cigar was snatched away by another person.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Lei quietly moved away from the crowd, but the child's voice that could not be distinguished between male and female still lingered in his ears: "'Who will sew a shroud for her?' 'Let me do it,' said the beetle, 'but I have no needle and thread, I can only use my wings.'"

"Who killed Cock Robin?" Lei murmured in a low voice. He had heard an English nursery rhyme before, but the content of that nursery rhyme was completely different from the music being played now. Some sentences even had opposite meanings. So why did the Qijian family go to so much trouble to play this song?

When Lei pricked up his ears to continue to hear the lyrics, the child's voice began to become blurred, and eventually he could no longer hear any of the lyrics. Only the melodious piano sound echoed in the cabin.

On the other side, Mingyue was walking in the corridor with a frown on her face. She was trying to analyze the possible hidden meaning in the lyrics, when suddenly a figure appeared in front of her...

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Preview of the next chapter: Who will be the passerby in the second round?