Chapter 337 Infection Game [V] Speculation and Suspicion

Quail Head, standing in front of the cracked crystal ball, noticed something strange at the scene. His face under the gray mask gradually became gloomy, and his sharp eyes swept over the participants who were still in Room 3.

However, most of the participants had already left. After all, the rules of the game did not stipulate that they had to stay in this cabin. However, if they wanted to get points and win, they had to come to her.

Therefore, she just had to wait quietly.

Time passed by minute by minute, the storm continued without stopping, and the cruise ship danced on the waves.

There are fewer and fewer people in room 3.

"The rabbit must have escaped." Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer tore off a large piece of bloody steak with his teeth. Bright red juice flowed out from the corners of his mouth. He glanced gloomily at the uneasy admirers beside him.

"Sir, Miss Gray Rabbit was taken away by Miss Lion by force. She..." The short and fat admirer lowered his eyes, moved them quickly, took a deep breath, and continued, "I guess she didn't reach an agreement with the other party, and then... and then..."

Someone whispered to the people around him, "Do you think Gray Rabbit will be killed? Those people are not easy to mess with."

"Yes, it's possible. I think Gray Rabbit is in great danger."

boom!

The porcelain plate was smashed heavily to the ground with a crisp sound, and the sharp fragments flew everywhere, drawing a dangerous arc, and people around them avoided it.

Brown bear Jeffrey Damo stood up in a flash, "If the gray rabbit dies, who can help me win?"

"This..." The admirers around brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer looked at each other, and no one dared to stand up.

"Sir, let's wait a little longer. Maybe Miss Gray Rabbit will be back soon."

"How long is a while? Is it the end of this round, or the end of this game?" Brown Bear Jeffrey Dahmer's voice was full of impatience.

The already restless young admirer whispered, "That's the Mafia. We can't defeat them. Besides, that woman has an elite team. It would be bad to offend her."

The short and fat admirer hurried forward, wanting to say a few words of advice, but he saw a long-haired black wolf walking towards them. Many guesses flashed through his mind, and he unconsciously reached out and rubbed his ears.

Lei looked directly at the brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer, whose mouth was full of grease and blood, and said calmly without a trace of warmth, "We haven't had any contact before, do we want to?"

"Sir, you have to be careful. This man doesn't seem to have a good relationship with the gray rabbit." An admirer whispered to the brown bear.

"Hmm..." Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer stared at the gray wolf in front of him and said slowly, "I remember that he forced the gray rabbit to come into contact with him. Could it be that he wants to force me too?"

Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer twisted his wrist, making a crisp sound, and grinned, revealing his bloody teeth. "Wolf, it must feel good to tear it apart. Rabbit should also want to see this scene."

Lei's dark green eyes stared directly at the brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer, his muscles tensed. If it wasn't for completing the plan, he wouldn't want to have any contact with this dangerous man. After all, the FBI files recorded that this man had immense strength and it was difficult to fight him with bare hands.

The short and fat admirer said anxiously: "Sir, Gray Rabbit said there are hidden rules." Then he looked at Black Wolf and reminded him in a low voice, "He is also a participant."

"Yes, sir, please consider it carefully." The admirers around echoed.

"Forget about contact." Lei turned around and was about to leave, but he felt his right shoulder sink and a huge hand pressed down on him.

"Contact, why not?" Brown Bear Jeffrey Dahmer looked around, "I forgot that forced contact can also be useful."

The pupils of the short and fat admirer shrank slightly, and he quickly advised: "Sir, if you contact others casually, what if you can't win?"

"As long as we don't come into contact with zombies, isn't that enough?"

Lei raised his hand to push away the big hand on his shoulder and sneered, "Do you know who the zombie is?"

Brown bear Jeffrey Damo frowned. He asked Gray Rabbit, but Gray Rabbit didn't say anything. However, Brown Bear felt embarrassed if he said that, so he snorted coldly, "There are only three zombies. Such a small probability can't happen. Besides, I have the antidote, two bottles in total."

“Everyone knows that you have two bottles, but they can turn you into a zombie by coming into contact with the zombies and then coming into contact with you. After that, they can drink the antidote in a place where you can’t see them and turn back into a human. And you can only become a zombie and cannot win the final victory.” Lei put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the crystal ball. He was sure that the brown bear would follow.

"Do you think he is a zombie or a human?" Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer stared at Black Wolf's back and asked his admirers around him.

Someone whispered, "I think he should be a human."

"Yes, he doesn't look like a zombie." The person who said this thought for a moment and added, "We can contact him first, and then drink the antidote. This way we will be safe."

Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer played with the two bottles of antidote in his hand. "Then can I find two people to contact?"

"Sir, there are still two rounds to go. It is not wise to use up all the antidote now." The short and fat admirer swallowed, his fingers unconsciously stroking the corners of his clothes, cold sweat sliding down the back of his neck into his collar, and he felt that his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

"What should I do?" Brown Bear Jeffrey Dahmer just felt that these games were too complicated. It would be great if they were all like Cage Wars.

The short and fat admirer's Adam's apple slid up and down, and he whispered, "Sir, I suggest you contact the black wolf first, drink a bottle of antidote, and then wait for Miss Gray Rabbit to come back. She will definitely find a way to help you win."

"What if the gray rabbit can't come back?" someone questioned.

Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer scanned the admirers around him and found that more than half of them looked worried. His pupils shrank slightly, his face gloomy, and he walked to the crystal ball with his sturdy legs, "Hey, do you know who the zombie is?"

Lei glanced at the brown bear and placed his hand on the crystal ball.

"You don't know either." Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer also put his hand on the crystal ball and looked at the gray wolf in front of him.

"Anyway, I'm not a zombie, and neither are you." Lei withdrew his hand. His goal had been achieved, so he prepared to leave and ask the mafia for the troublesome gray rabbit.

However, the brown bear was not ready to let the black wolf leave. He placed his huge hand on the black wolf's right shoulder again and said, "Tell me, who is the zombie?"

Lei felt as if his shoulder was clamped by a hydraulic clamp. The pain and numbness made him narrow his eyes. He had a further assessment of the brown bear's strength, but if he didn't do anything at this time, his arm would probably be injured.

"If you want to know, just take your hand away." Lei said in a cold tone.

Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer did not withdraw his hand, but he reduced the force with which he squeezed Black Wolf's shoulder.

Lei raised his left hand, pushed away the giant hand on his right shoulder again, and walked out of Room 3 with his long legs.

"Where are you going?" Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer tried to catch the black wolf again, but failed this time. The black wolf cleverly dodged his outstretched hand.

"This is not the place to talk." Lei continued to walk out, and glanced at the brown bear following behind him with the corner of his eye, his eyes darkened a little.

The rumbling thunder resounded through the heaven and earth, huge waves hit the side of the ship, and the cruise ship swayed forward in the waves.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the cruise ship.

click-

The blinding white light fell on Lily's beard. He stared at the object in Gray Wolf's hand, a trace of uneasiness flashing across his expression. "Are you sure this thing doesn't work now?"

"That's right. Its power can't last for too long." Scotland explained seriously, "I think the antidote bottle in the official competition should also have this thing in the bottle stopper."

The obese Lily reached out and touched the beard on her chin, rolling her eyes. "If the cork is damaged, the antidote should be declared ineffective."

"I haven't tried it." Scotland glanced at the big-backed baboon standing far away, "But you can try."

"Heh." Bearded Lily chuckled, "You are looking for us just to make us your guinea pigs?"

Scotland shook his head, "Of course not, I want to cooperate with you, otherwise I would not let your companion take my antidote."

Bearded Lily looked at the hooded gray wolf in front of her and said, "How about the specific method of cooperation?" However, before the sweet ending tone faded away, thunder that resounded through the sky suddenly sounded, making people uneasy.

In the aisle on the seventh floor of the cruise ship, the tall parrot girl rubbed her ears that were hurt by the thunder, turned her head to look at the raccoon man beside her, and asked in a low voice: "Do you believe what the Siamese cat said?"

"I think the Kirima family must have made sufficient preparations for hosting this game. It's normal to have eavesdropping devices and sensors." The raccoon man had a calm face, but he was thinking about something else in his heart.

“You said it couldn’t be someone from the Kirima family who told others that I’m a zombie.” The parrot girl crossed her arms and made groundless guesses.

The raccoon man glanced at the parrot girl and analyzed, "The host was arranged by the Kirima family. There is no need to make any unnecessary efforts."

"Then maybe someone eavesdropped on our conversation. Even though the elk butler didn't mention that word, his words hinted at that meaning. If someone listened, they might be able to deduce something." The parrot girl expressed her previous speculation, hoping to get the raccoon man's approval.

However, the next second, a dull sound was heard, causing pain in her eardrums.

The raccoon man reached out to hold on to the wall to avoid falling, but the parrot girl let out a muffled groan. The sudden jolt made her lose her balance and she crashed into the wall.

The parrot girl rubbed her shoulders and complained, "When will this bad weather end?"

"It's hard to say." The raccoon man glanced at the night-like sky outside the window, turned to look at the parrot girl, and asked, "Why do you want to stay by the young lady's side? Are you planning something?"

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Preview of the next chapter: Deep in our memories, what are those dark events that have been buried for so long?