Detective Training Manual

"I know the big turntable, a kind of gambling or lottery, but ‘Russia’...what is it?" Zheng Gangtie doubted.

"It is a pronoun of sturdy, fierce, violent, and with a bit of cuteness and cuteness." Zhou Yan grinnedly said: "But this is not important, the important thing is... let's play next. s things."

As he said, he turned the bullet wheel of the revolver: "Let's draw a bullet instead of a revolver lottery."

"No...no..." Li Lei swallowed and said, "Isn't that... it will be dead again!"

He seemed to think about the scene in the first room before, and his legs trembled uncontrollably again.

"Fart, how can there be such a frenzied gameplay!" Brother Iron said angrily.

"Yes, and we don't have bullets, so is there any other explanation." Sister Yazi said in confusion.

And at this moment...

Zhou Yan smiled and glanced at Liu Zhiyuan, who had never dared to show up.

"I said Brother Zhiyuan, shouldn't you take out your baby~" he said easily.

"Wha...what! What do you take!?" Liu Zhiyuan shouted all of a sudden.

"Well, I'm talking about bullets, don't hide it."

"No, no! I don't understand what you are talking about!" Liu Zhiyuan shouted in his voice.

"Heh~" Zhou Yan shook his head, and said earnestly: "Brother Zhiyuan, I know you are hiding the bullet. Originally, you were the right choice to hide the bullet, but now it's different.

You see, we are trapped here, there are 5 minutes to count down, we have to continue this game, otherwise, once five minutes arrive, you know what will happen, right. "

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"But..." Liu Zhiyuan was about to speak...

"It's nothing, I know you are a little scared, but if we don't go on, we will all die, you should be able to clear the lighter and the heavier~"

"I can clear it!" Liu Zhiyuan shouted: "I wanted to ask, how do you know I picked up a bullet!"

"Um..." Zhou Yan was startled, and then leaked a mysterious smile: "Because I want to be a detective man~"

He casually found a prevarication, then stretched out his hand and waited for the other party to take out the bullet.

During this time, the three people on the side were also shocked.

"Really...really there are bullets?!" Zheng Gangtie said in disbelief.

Before he finished speaking, Liu Zhiyuan really took out a plastic bag.

"Fuck! You are crazy!" Brother Iron roared, "That's a bullet!"

While shouting, he rushed over in one step, reaching out and trying to catch the bullet...

But Zhou Yan suddenly raised his gun and aimed it at Zheng Gangtie...

Although there were no bullets in the gun,...this action still made Brother Steel stop subconsciously.

"Don't be arrogant...Think about the things in this room, and then think about the things we experienced before. If you want to get out of here, then this is the most effective way...If you don't want to play , Then go back to the hall, no one begging you to play!"

Zhou Yan's tone seemed to become heavier. As he said, he still looked at the people around him one by one.

"And you guys! I know you are very depressed and still complaining, why do you encounter this kind of thing, why do you have to follow a certain abnormal idea!

But unless you can tear this big iron door open now, you'd better listen to that perverted remark for the time being!

This person is an arrogant guy, so we don’t have to stand in front of him and slap his mouth. We can solve the puzzles he gave in this room. This may be more shocking to his heart. It was strong to beat him up.

Of course, if any of you don't want to stay here anymore, then...you can leave, sit in the hall, and scold other people for being stupid. This is your freedom.

You can also **** guns and bullets desperately, then shout at other people with dominance, and even shoot and kill a few people. The last person is alone with our corpse, starving to death, to death of thirst !

This process may last three to five days. When you are too thirsty, try to **** the rotting and dried blood in the corpse, you will regret it, why not leave a bullet for yourself! "

Zhou Yan's voice grew louder and louder, and no one around him interrupted the rebuttal.

This is not because they are afraid of Zhou Yan, but this group of people are considered brainy people, they know that Zhou Yan's words are reasonable!

Nonsense, of course it makes sense. Zhou Yan's mouth can be made up for you without reason, let alone at the moment.

"Now! I'm going to pick up the bullet, if anyone wants to stop me, take advantage of it now!"

With that, he stretched out his hand and grabbed the plastic bag in Liu Zhiyuan's hand.

Started...it's heavy.

No one stopped him, everyone was watching quietly.

Zhou Yan walked to the iron box and opened the plastic bag.

Three...A total of eight bullets.

And in this plastic bag, there is a very small note.

Zhou Yan picked up the piece of paper and found a line written on it.

【Bullet=Number of People-1】

"What's that?" Zheng Gangtie asked when Zhou Yan picked up something.

Zhou Yan stretched out his hand and handed the note to the other party.

"It seems to be a hint to put it together with the bullet."

Brother Steel took the note, and at this time, everyone else also came in.

"A bullet is equal to the number of people minus one? What do you mean?" Liu Zhiyuan asked.

"It should be explaining the rules for using pistols." Sister Yazi said.

"Yes, it's the rules." Zhou Yan interrupted: "In fact, if anyone who has played the'Russian Turntable' knows the rules, but you haven't played it before, so let me explain.

The meaning of [bullet], as the name suggests, is the number of bullets we need to put in.

So, we have a total of five people here, and there are four people who left the guns.

Then ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ needs to put three bullets in the roulette.

After that, the gunman needs to shoot at other people's heads.

People who are lucky can survive, but those who are unlucky... naturally get their heads torn apart.

"Crazy! Crazy!" Zheng Gangtie roared: "So, the bullet is equal to the number of people minus one means...If all of us really escaped from the first room, then we need to put it in here. 8 bullets?...Can only one person survive the person who throws the gun away!"

Zhou Yan nodded: "That's what I mean...because that's how the Russian turntable is played.

Suddenly... Zhou Yan was stunned, he seemed to have thought of something.

"Haha~" He suddenly laughed:

"Fortunately, only the five of us who came to this room..."

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