"In the second round, Brown Bear received 1 vote, Mr. Monkey received 3 votes, Mr. Red Fox received 4 votes, and Ms. Yellow Scalper also received 4 votes..."

Scotland's heart skipped a beat and he looked towards the bright moon beside him.

"Ms. Lion received 6 votes and will be the person who makes the decision in the second round." The host looked at the underworld princess Maffia Karen and said, "Please ask Ms. Lion to announce the number of the chair that will be deleted in this round."

"Number 18." The underworld princess Mafia Karen did not hesitate at all.

"The third round of the game begins!" As the birthday boy's voice fell, familiar music sounded, still the pleasant whistle, and almost all the participants rushed out of the room, except for the underworld princess Mafia Karen, who sat calmly on chair No. 17 with her blind stick.

Scotland crouched down and looked Mingyue in the eye, "Didn't you vote for Mr. Red Fox?"

"I voted for the Lion because she gave me a chip. If Mr. Red Fox can give me a chip, I can vote for him this round." Mingyue stretched out a hand towards Scotland, as if asking for a chip.

“You…” Scotland looked at Mingyue’s little hand and continued to ask, “Are you a passerby now?”

Mingyue knew that he would not give her any chips, so she withdrew her hand and said meaningfully, "Could the passerby be someone else?"

Scotland wanted to ask something else when he saw a dark shadow rushing in from the door of Room 4. Then Mingyue's hand was held by the returning scalper girl.

"What are you still doing here? Let's get going!" After saying that, the yellow cow girl pulled Mingyue and ran out.

"Run slower!" Scotland stood up and followed Mingyue out of room 4, his brows furrowed under the Gray Wolf mask.

The scalper girl glanced at the gray wolf following behind her and wanted to run faster, but was worried that Mingyue could not catch up, so she reached out and carried Mingyue directly on her shoulders.

Scotland, who was following behind, suddenly had his eyes widened, and his heart was lifted and then slowly relaxed, because he saw Mingyue waving at him with a smile, and the meaning was obvious, that is, she hoped that he would not continue to follow. After weighing the pros and cons, Scotland turned to the other side at the fork in the road.

If Mingyue didn't become a passerby, then who became a passerby? How did these two passersby appear? Who else didn't vote for the red fox masked man? Even if Mingyue didn't vote, the other person was the evil puppeteer, or Lei? Scotland frowned, his mind churning. Although betrayal was expected, it was a little early to betray in the second round.

"Who Killed the Mockingbird?" The melodious piano accompanied by the children's chorus echoed in the closed cabin, and the uneasiness was like the wet and salty air, silent and traceless.

In another corridor, Bourbon, with a dark face, looked at the evil puppeteer and asked coldly, "Who did you vote for last round?"

"Mr. Red Fox, it's exactly the same as the last vote. You drew a circle around the letter 'I'." The evil puppeteer looked at the Siamese cat calmly, "If you don't believe me, I'll mark you in the next round."

Bourbon frowned, thinking that the evil puppeteer should not do anything with such things, but he always felt that something was wrong.

"If you don't trust me, I can separate from you, so that I won't know where you hide the chair. After returning to Room 4, you can watch me circle the letters, and I can also share the location where I hide the chair with you." The evil puppeteer said calmly, "But you have to promise me one thing."

"What did you promise?"

The evil puppeteer looked at the Siamese cat's hands wrapped in gauze and said, "Pay attention to the wound and don't tear it."

Bourbon raised an eyebrow, "That's it?"

"This is very important!" The evil puppeteer looked very troubled, looked away and muttered, "Although I'm not a good doctor..."

"Let's split up and remember to hide the chairs."

"Okay, sir." The evil puppeteer looked at the Siamese cat without blinking.

When Bourbon heard the word "Sir", a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back. His face was gloomy, and his pair of purple-gray eyes became extremely cold. "I hate this title. Let's call you the same as before."

"Mr. Siamese Cat, this name is too distant. Or we can exchange names. For example, you can affectionately call me Shipman." The evil puppeteer smiled.

"Dr. Harold Shipman, are you so caring and considerate to every one of your patients, or only to me?" Bourbon's gray eyes stared at the owl mask, trying to see the expression of the man behind the mask.

"I..." The evil puppeteer was speechless for a moment when his full name was called out. Then he sighed and explained, "I just want to get to know you and find out some information about that lady. Can you tell me something?"

"Time is running out, let's split up." Bourbon said and turned to leave, but after taking two steps, he suddenly turned around and looked at the evil puppeteer, "Dr. Harold Shipman, I will take good care of myself, and please don't ask for her information."

The evil puppeteer's mouth twitched when he was called by his full name again. He could only nod in agreement. He swallowed his saliva as he watched the Siamese cat walk away. He thought that if he had not agreed just now, he would probably have been killed by the other party. He rubbed the back of his neck and felt that he had saved his life again.

"'Oh who— killed Cock Robin?' 'The prelude is on.'" The new lyrics echoed in my ears, and layers of grayish-white waves appeared on the blue-black sea outside the window.

On the other side of the cruise ship, Lei put his hands in his pockets, shook off the people following him, and walked towards where the chairs were hidden, but he smelled a choking smell of smoke in the air.

Suddenly, a shrill alarm sounded.

Then, someone shouted, "Fire! There's a fire over there!"

The next second, the lights in the corridor flickered, seemingly affecting the circuits.

The place where the fire broke out seemed to overlap with the destination. Lei frowned and quickened his pace. Amid the melodious piano music and the shrill alarm, he seemed to hear a man's wailing.

When Lei arrived, a raging fire had already broken out in the utility room where the chair was hidden. The sprinkler heads were spraying water continuously, but the water could not suppress the fire at all.

In the blinding firelight, Rye saw that there seemed to be a person sitting on the metal chair, and at this time he heard clear lyrics: "'Oh who— killed Cock Robin?' 'Applause breaks out loud.'"

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Preview of the next chapter: Plans, strategies, changes, who becomes the innocent victim?