"Fuck! Don't put all the plates on me! I don't want them!"
The thug cursed as he threw the plates toward Alan's voice.
But he did not hit him. He only heard the plates clatter onto the ground.
Alan laughed. "You already caught them. What's the use of saying you don't want them? Even if you throw them on the ground, I'm sure the plates will still belong to you."
"Behind this game is a group of rich people who live for chaos. If you could unilaterally abandon your plates, that would mean everyone could."
"If no one had a number, the voting-to-kill segment would become meaningless. What would those rich people behind the game even have left to watch?"
"Think about it. If you want to dump a garbage stock, someone has to take it off your hands!"
"Otherwise... you'll be stuck holding the bag."
The Magician also said, "If you leave the plates on the ground now, others can still kill you through those numbers. You might as well hold onto them and get a few extra votes."
"Having no plates may make you invincible, but this is an escape game. Being undefeated is useless. There's no water or food here... if you don't win, you lose! If there are no winners, then everyone loses!"
"Do you know why this game divides us into Red and Blue Buildings? It's to isolate information! We conceal our identities from each other, but being in the same building makes us allies to a certain extent."
"The Drunkard is already dead. Among us from the Red Building, all the votes are now concentrated on one person..."
"You are the Building Head of our Red Building! You alone control six votes and represent the four of us!"
The thug was dumbfounded, inwardly blaming