The smell of living people in the sports center suddenly became stronger, and there were loud screams. The commotion made the zombies outside even more crazy, triggering the second round of wall climbing fever.

The zombies climbed the wall together, so I took Buda and the four players hiding in the vegetable market to hide next to the city.

It is not abstention before leaving the city. The four players now understand that I didn't "persuad" them out, because I wanted them to follow and enjoy the money.

After the game ends, the margin will be divided equally. If the five of us are left, the margin for the other fifteen people will be divided equally.

It was equivalent to these four people who could get a free bonus without any effort. However, the four people understood my intentions, but they began to restless, which made me very puzzled.

"Is there any problem?" I finally couldn't help but speak when they exchanged uneasy eyes with each other for the fourteenth time.

"Master...the Chairman of the Association..." Another hesitant tone, the four of them encouraged each other with their eyes, as if it was so difficult to say everything.

It seems that the psychological shadow left by the president of this game association on them is indelible for a while.

"Don't worry, he wants to settle the score with someone, and he is also looking for me. Weng Changqing was thrown into the pile of zombies, it has nothing to do with you." I found that I was really not good at being a good person. I was obviously comforting words, and it was full of ruffianism.

"No, we are not worried about ourselves, it is you, the chairman of the association—"

"We suspect he can kill people through the terminal!"

"He, he can suddenly appear."

After speaking, the four of them looked around like frightened little animals, as if they were looking vigilantly, like four groundhogs.

Looking at them all nervous, I became interested. Is the "omnipresent" skill of the association chairman real?

However, I believe that terminals can kill people, because it is a medium, and some forces can act on the human body as long as they pass through the right medium.

Of course, these four people may also be scaring themselves. Their fear of the association chairman has strengthened the other party's abilities.

It's like a person who is afraid of darkness, who will stuff all the terrible things into the darkness, but in fact, there may be nothing in the darkness.

"Have you seen him kill people with terminals?" My question was not only Xiang Xiang, but also Buda.

The five heads were shaken together, with a high movement and a consistent direction, which made me almost laugh.

Confidence is self-confidence, but I will not be blindly confident. There are many things in the world that cannot be explained, and there are always outsiders carrying black technology to upgrade. I said they thought too much, but in fact, the alarm has sounded silently in my heart.

Because if I panic, they will only be more panic than me, so no matter how vigilant I am, I must be calm on the surface.

When the five people saw that my face was normal, they pulled the terminal and opened the research, and then they restrained their restlessness.

As a result, as soon as I clicked on the terminal, I received a notification asking if I wanted to watch the game live broadcast. There is a text link for "live broadcast".

If the game can be broadcast live, it can only be done with the terminal. In order to verify the terminal's camera function, I click the link.

The angle of the video is just right away from the character. At this time, the play is a person running into the locker room. The camera is not shaking at all, and the person is photographed on the back, so it is impossible that this person took the terminal himself to take a photo.

I looked at the background and looked familiar. When the man turned around and closed the door of the locker room, half of his blood-stained side face flashed in front of the camera. I said "huh" and looked up at Buda.

Buda and a team of four were sitting opposite me. I subconsciously looked at Buda, just trying to seek recognition, but ended up hitting Buda's puzzled gaze, and then I remembered that he could not see the video.

"It's the slut." I clapped my hands and signaled them to come over and watch the live broadcast with me.

Although the terminal screen is only five inches, the picture is clear and shaking. You can see very clearly what the person inside looks like.

Kuoyazi is not a game player, he doesn’t have a terminal on him. Besides, the picture is taken from behind to front, which looks like a follower, and it is unlikely that he took a selfie by himself.

Especially when Kuoyazi entered the locker room, the picture changed instantly and appeared in the locker room, without any delay.

"This..." Buda saw the person in the video clearly and looked up at me with a puzzled look.

"It's the Huoyazi." One of the four-person group of people who worked hard to call out for Buda.

Kuoyazi's face was covered in blood. When he entered the locker room, he locked the door. There was no window in the locker room and there was no light at all, but the tools for shooting the video could clearly capture everything inside.

Dongdongdongdongdong-

The door slap sounded outside the locker room, and it wasn't just one hand slapping, but it sounded like many hands slapping the door panel together.

There was blood on his face with a shabby teeth. If the blood was human blood, the one who slapped the door outside would definitely be the zombies attracted by the smell of blood.

"Who, who is taking pictures?" Buda stuttered, and he obviously noticed that the people I threw into the sports center had no terminals on them, and even had mobile phones, because Buda had searched their bodies.

Since it wasn't them taking selfies, it was just someone taking a secret photo. Looking at Kuoyazi's nervous and fearful expression, it didn't look like he was doing a show at all, nor did it look like he knew he had been photographed.

Otherwise, he should be asking for help from the camera, rather than looking for places to hide in the dark locker room like a headless fly.

I could see clearly from the video of the locker room, but from the movements and reactions of the gouya, it could be seen that the locker room in his eyes was definitely pitch black.

Buda's eyes told me that he was suspicious of me because I threw people into the sports center, weapons, venues, and zombies, all arranged by me, so as a subsequent "live broadcast", it is very likely that I did it.

"It's not me." I denied before he could ask.

The five people were even more confused than me. Perhaps in their opinion, no one except me would do this.

But my thoughts spread farther than them, and even this may be exactly what they have been emphasizing, the mysterious chairman of the association.

Why not him? He has the ability to 'peep' all players. Even if it is not a player, the game venue is determined by him, and the zombies are attracted by him.

What's more, don't he have the ability to predict? If he knew in advance, I would throw Weng Changqing and the others into the sports center to have a real battle of human corpses. He has every time and the opportunity to install cameras in the stadium in advance.

However, Buda and his friends always follow the normal track. They thought that if Weng Changqing was in danger, the chairman, as his brother-in-law, would definitely find a way to save him, instead of treating him as a guest of the reality show and allowing the zombies to chase and bite him.

So they still have no doubts about the chairman of the association, the person who has the most chance to install sneak shot equipment in the sports center.

"Interesting." My eyes moved away from the video and looked at the surrounding buildings.

The streets are still decayed, and the sight of either snow or gray is covered with a dark and grey color. If the association president can install cameras in the sports center, there may be hidden secret camera equipment anywhere else in the city.

It is precisely because I have seen the supernatural power of the "Sky Eye" that my thinking has been broadened again and again. The equipment for sneak shots is not limited to cameras in the ordinary sense, it may be anything that reflects.

"What is this? Lei Feng, you can vote!" Buda suddenly called me.

The characters in the video have switched to Weng Changqing, and a clickable button appears in the lower corner of the left screen.

It was indeed a voting button, which also showed the number of votes Weng Changqing had received.

The functions of this terminal are so complex that they exceed my expectations, and they even have the function of voting.

At this time, a line of words scrolled over the screen, showing the latest amount of the bonus, and that number is still growing.

"I understand that the more people bet, the more bonuses are, just like buying a lottery!" Buda said excitedly.

"Ah? Then whoever votes for is equivalent to whoever wins?"

"How do we know who can win? Besides, what are the criteria for winning?"

"It's just like usual. Whoever lives to the end will win, or... whoever lives for a long time will be the winner."

"You have seen it just now. More than thirty people are alive, so it's hard to say."

I listened to the discussion of the four-person group, and suddenly felt that I was being fooled or used.

The weapons Buda picked for Weng Changqing and others were the most lethal weapon, and other things like table tennis rackets could only give zombies all the meridians.

With weapons behind and zombies everywhere, how could more than 30 people survive so long and all of them still alive?

I'm afraid someone doesn't want them to die so soon, so he tampered with the sports center and extended the game time.

So in the end, I made wedding dresses for someone else, and the arrangement was just right for someone else?!

When Buda and his friends saw me suddenly remained silent, they stopped talking and looked at me blankly, not even watching the live broadcast.

"What's wrong?" I thought the eyes of them were strange. I lowered my eyes to see if there was something on my face.

"You, you..." Buda seemed to stutter when he was excited, "Your eyes."

There was a broken motorcycle on the side of the road. I walked over and broke off the rearview mirror in front of the car. The mirror was cracked, but wiped off the snow and dust on it, and it still reflected the outline of a person.

"It's changed color." I murmured to myself, blinking at the mirror, and the body became closer and closer to another state of time and space.

"Are you okay?" Buda expressed the thoughts of the other four people, his five pairs of eyes tightly stuck to my face, and there was a clear look of worry in his eyes.

"It's okay, when emotions fluctuate, it will change color." I explained in a relaxed tone, as if this was a trivial matter.

"Ah, that's good." The five people relaxed their expressions and had no intention of continuing to ask questions.

Not good at all!

I sneered in my heart, and after a long time of struggle, I actually gave someone a job. It was this anger that made my eyes turn bloody.
Chapter completed!