The sulfurous smell left by burning black powder filled the room.
When Chen Feng reappeared in the game room, all that greeted him were Big Brother in front of the table, the blood on its surface, and the cold corpse behind it.
"Thank you for your efforts, Chancellor."
"Leave the rest to me."
Chen Feng picked up the shotgun. Having just been fired, it still gave off an acrid smell of smoke near the muzzle.
Although the rules forbade players in the game from contacting anyone, Chen Feng knew Joke Specter and Elbow-Strike Specter were watching in the room. They probably thought there was no hope of turning things around now.
"Big Brother."
"You can't let me embarrass myself in front of my little brothers."
Chen Feng raised his right hand high above his head and slowly extended his index finger:
"The first item was the phone."
Next came his middle finger:
"The first target was himself."
Finally, his ring finger:
"The first shell was a blank."
Joke Specter stiffened at those words.
Every word was right!
How did he do that? Brother Feng was taken away. He wasn't even here!
Wait, a blank?
The battery inside Joke Specter's head burned at full speed:
"Why was it a blank?"
Based on the previous games, whenever a shell's type was uncertain, it would always turn out to be whatever benefited Big Brother most.
If the phone was chosen to check in the first round, the first shell should have been live. After all, the rules stipulated that only one type of item could be used per turn. Once a player used the phone, he couldn't use Cigarettes to increase his health. If he saw a live shell, his only choice would be to shoot Big Brother, who had used Cigarettes, hand