In a windowless cabin, Lei felt the restraint on his right hand. His eyes widened, his muscles tensed, and he was alert to the movements around him.

On the other side, in a private room with a locked door, four men had their left hands restrained at the same time. They stared at the wall in front of them vigilantly. The man with the red fox mask facing the door was particularly nervous.

One second, two seconds...

In a space where even the sound of breathing can be heard, only a few seconds pass, but it feels incomparably long.

The evil puppeteer, who could no longer suppress his uneasiness, broke the deathly silence and asked, "How are we going to vote in this way?" However, no one answered. After all, they did not have an accurate answer in their minds at this moment.

In the enclosed space, the air with the fishy smell of the ocean is mixed with the smell of sweat. Time is like beads of sweat that pass through the skin, drip from the fingertips, and shatter on the smooth ground.

Bourbon stared at the window of the private room. There seemed to be traces of the previous storm on the glass, but outside the window was a blue sea and sky. A few white clouds gathered together, and the color gradually darkened.

Click!

A sharp sound of metal breaking was heard.

"My lord!" Jeffrey Dahmer's fans cried out in horror, because they saw the brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer suddenly stand up when his arm was caught by the chair, and then the armrest separated from the chair.

Jeffrey Dahmer, the brown bear who had broken free from his restraints, kicked the chair to pieces, stretched out his hands to tear off the metal rings around his arms, and swept his bloodthirsty eyes over the admirers surrounding him.

The admirers who were originally gathered around Brown Bear Jeffrey Dahmer all stepped back and moved away. Even those who didn't stutter began to stutter, "Sir..."

"Hmm?" The brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer, who was on the verge of rage, raised his eyebrows and glared, "What do you want to do to me?"

"My lord, how dare we do anything to you!" The terrified admirers huddled together in fear.

The short and fat admirer felt something was wrong, but he still tried to persuade him: "Sir, if you use violence, you will be eliminated. We will say that the chair is not strong and was broken when it was moved. You must cooperate with us. We all hope that you will win the game."

Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer looked at the short and fat man in front of him. When their eyes met, he only saw worry and sincerity in the other's eyes. This made the anger in Brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer's chest gradually subside. He nodded slightly to show his agreement.

The terrified admirers around him all breathed a sigh of relief and felt like they were alive again.

"Do you think I can win in the end?"

The admirers who performed well immediately responded: "Sir, we will do our best to help you win!"

As soon as these words came out, they were instantly echoed by many admirers: "Yes! That's right!"

However, the short and fat admirer did not respond, but silently retreated to the window and looked at the bottomless sea outside.

The sea breeze whistled and created thousands of waves, and fish jumped out of the water from time to time.

On the other side of the cruise ship, in a candy store, the scalper girl who had placed her hands on the handrail as instructed by the broadcast was extremely terrified. Bad memories instantly emerged in her mind, and her fear turned into anger in an instant. She glared at the gray rabbit sitting not far away, but saw a panicked face. She swallowed back the words that were already on her lips.

Mingyue desperately grabbed the metal ring on her left arm with her right hand, showing an expression as anxious as if she was about to cry. However, she secretly glanced at the scalper girl, suppressed the upturned corners of her lips, and tried her best to squeeze out a few tears.

When the yellow-scalper girl saw this, she wanted to break free and go to help the gray rabbit for a moment, but the warning of sister Enoki echoed in her ears. She pursed her lips and whispered to the gray rabbit: "Don't struggle, you will hurt yourself."

However, Gray Rabbit's crying voice was heard: "I don't want it! I don't want it!"

In an instant, the memories sealed in her mind gradually emerged. The scalper girl put her hand on her forehead, but cold sweat soaked her clothes. Time passed by minute by minute until her arm was shaken twice and she gradually came to her senses.

"Are you okay? The restraints are removed and we are now going to room 4 to vote." Mingyue looked at the scalper girl, her eyes full of concern.

"I, I'm fine..." The scalper girl raised her right hand and found that the metal ring that had been around her had disappeared, as if everything before was an illusion.

There was a flash of suspicion in Mingyue's eyes, and she still said in a worried tone: "Your lips are pale, are you feeling unwell?"

"I said it's all right." The scalper girl stood up, "Didn't they say we should go to Room 4 to vote? We should still have time to go there now."

"Well, let's go."

"By the way," the yellow cow girl looked at the gray rabbit who stopped and turned to look at her, and forced a smile, "You can call me Chun."

Mingyue blinked and smiled, "You can call me Mingyue."

"Moon..."

"Well! Let's go quickly, it will be late soon. The broadcast said we need to get there within fifteen minutes. Don't be in a daze." Mingyue walked to the side of the yellow scalper girl Chun, took her hand and ran to room 4. In a place where the yellow scalper girl Chun could not see, Mingyue's lips curled slightly, and a dark light flashed in her eyes.

In room 4, the elk housekeeper standing next to the underworld princess Mafia Karen looked at the birthday boy, the host, and asked coldly, "What do you mean by this?"

“I wonder what Miss Elk wants to ask?” The birthday boy’s voice was calm.

"You!" The Elk Housekeeper wanted to say something else but was interrupted by the underworld princess Mafia Karen.

"Okay, I'll just be tied up for three minutes. I guess these two chairs are reserved for me." The underworld princess Mafia Karen stood up calmly, her empty eyes fixed on the birthday host.

The birthday girl chuckled. "Ms. Lion, I don't have the ability to predict whether someone will sit on the chair. I just abide by the various regulations of the cruise ship. I'm worried that if I chase someone away, it will be considered violence. After all, I don't want to be locked up."

As soon as these words were spoken, there was constant discussion around.

The eyes of the White Tiger Dudao Tongzi in the crowd lit up, "If someone is hurt, does that count as violence?"

The birthday boy turned to look at the white tiger woman, as if he didn’t understand what she meant.

"The brown bear smashed the back of the chair and injured Mr. Raccoon. Should he be eliminated, or..."

"I'm sorry." The host, the birthday boy, interrupted the white tiger girl. "First of all, the chair is not alive. It's a dead object, and dead objects are not protected. In addition, it was a piece of wood that scratched the back of Mr. Raccoon's hand. It has nothing to do with the brown bear."

The corners of Baihu Dudao Tongzi's lips that were originally raised slowly drooped, and she murmured to herself: "Isn't this considered violence?"

"Yes." The birthday host looked towards the door and saw the White Snake Gentleman walk in, followed by the Raccoon Man.

The fifteen-minute countdown continued.

Many gamblers in the corridor were discussing the direction of the game, analyzing who would be the boss of this round, how many chips they had bet on each person, and how many chips they could get if they bet correctly.

The originally quiet corridor became unusually noisy. Some gamblers were excitedly describing what they had seen and heard. One piece of information caught Mingyue's attention: "Chair No. 4 was broken into pieces, but the crazy man's admirers insisted that it was broken during the moving process."

"That's a metal chair, how could it break like that?"

"Who says it's not?"

“Ming, Mingyue, you at that time…” The yellow cattle girl Chun looked at Mingyue, the struggle in her eyes not diminished at all.

"What's wrong? What do you want to ask me?" Mingyue looked at the yellow cattle girl Chun, expecting what she would say next, but the yellow cattle girl Chun turned her head away and did not look at Mingyue.

"Nothing, nothing..." The yellow cattle girl Chun looked as if she wanted to say something but hesitated, but she secretly glanced at Mingyue.

Such strange behavior made Mingyue sure that the scalper girl Chun must have thought of something. She rolled her eyes and said tentatively: "I once ate a candy, and then..."

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Preview of the next chapter: Clues hidden in the fog gradually emerge. Who will come first, death or the truth?