Pirate Vice-Captain Heart

Chapter 1 Prequel to THE, Thirteen Colored Hostages

It is an unnamed island, set in a sea full of reefs and currents.The only way to get out of the island is by air and land means such as helicopters.

No one knows, in the woods of this island, in the shadows of the woods, in the darkness of the shadows.

There was blood-soaked black soil.

This is a well-known lawyer who used his lips as a gun and his mouth as a sword in court, and had only one defeat in his career.

But now he was lying in a pool of blood, his body was dilapidated and his bones were exposed, as if he had been bitten by some nameless beast.

He was the casualty of the first game of the first day.

Lawyers' mouths are not only unreasonable in court, but also in life.

On the first day he just came here, he dissected everyone's weaknesses under the sun.

Therefore, under the acquiescence of everyone, he undoubtedly became the loser of the first game.

The original condition for losing was to spend the night alone in the forest.However, before dawn, he became the beast's meal.

This is the malice of the organizer of this game.

The organizer smiled and said to the rest.

"If the game does not have the joy of clearing the level, it will be meaningless."

"And now I am creating joy for you."

He also said.

"This 13-player eleven-day game has begun, and every odd-numbered day is the beginning of a game."

"In the end you'll have seven survivors."

"Look, you only need to die five more."

"There's no difficulty in choosing, is there?"

The next day, everyone gathered in the hall of the villa and talked with each other.

Everyone suppressed the panic in their hearts, talked about ways to escape, speculated about the purpose of the game, and guessed who the mastermind behind the game was.

They are all good ideas.

Each one seems so reasonable that it is impossible to refute it.

However, it was of no use.

On the third day, the game begins.

There are two revolvers on the table in the chess room.

Twelve chances, one in twelfth chance.

Some people say that the weight of two revolvers is not the same, and it is easy to judge.However, when he picked up the pistol, he found that the weight of the two revolvers was the same.

It turned out that there was a fake bullet of the same weight as the real bullet in the other pistol.

Thus, the game begins.

If someone stepped forward and took out the bullet, maybe nothing would happen.

Yet all are secretly betting on an eleven-in-twelfth chance of survival.

There are only people who play smart, but there are no people who stand up.

Miraculously, the first eleven bullets were all empty, leaving only the game boy who always pretended to be deep.

He said that he was number one in a certain game, and he also said that he was the ace of some team.By this time, however, he had lost out to the most common Russian roulette.

He picked up the revolver and pointed it to his temple, but he couldn't pull the suicide trigger.

He started to break down.

He pointed his pistol at everyone and yelled that I shouldn't be the one who died.

But who deserves to die?

We have the right to give life, but we do not have the right to end anyone's life.

"It's you! You should die the most!" The game boy pointed the gun at a female golden collar.

She wears a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and an office worker's formal attire, and her gestures are capable and mature of a working woman.

I heard that she is the administrator of a large company with an annual salary of over one million.

However, what is the use of earning more?What's the use of climbing higher?
Relying on one's own talents and underestimating others.

The female manager has never looked at other people seriously since she stepped into this villa, especially the game boy who makes a living by playing video games.

She didn't know what to play with a bunch of virtual data.She thinks that this kind of person is a social moth, and even insults the existence of higher creatures and human beings.

From the time of self-introduction, the female director showed a strong disdain for the game boy, and she made sarcastic remarks many times in the later days.

However, at this time she was cowardly, crying and begging him not to shoot, whatever you want, she still doesn't want to die.

"I'm sorry, but I don't want to die either!" the game boy cried.

Not only female executives, but too many people in the society don't understand what a professional gamer is.

The game boy rebelled against his parents' will, but lived under the eyes of everyone's incomprehension and contempt.

No matter how much money he wins, he will not be able to join the upper class.Without social status, he was still scolded as an otaku who was not motivated.

At this time, the game boy seemed to have found an outlet.

In the shocked eyes of everyone, he fired, and the body of the female supervisor fell to the ground.

Then the body of the female supervisor was moved into the underground storage room.Thus, the underground storage room ushered in its new owner.

The game on the third day was over, but everyone felt that the game boy was a hidden danger.After everyone's negotiation, the game boy was tied up in a separate small room next to the villa.

This small house is surrounded by thick steel plates, only a small transom window at the highest point, a place that even a ten-year-old child cannot pass through.It's like a prison specially prepared for whom.

They say it's safe here.

Either to him or to them.

Everyone chatted for two or three sentences in the hall before returning to their own rooms.

Now they all just want to put themselves in a small cage, looking for a little sense of security.

No one can know what their future fate will be.

At midnight on the third day, the so-called indestructible small house was destroyed in the sound of an explosion, and the people inside disappeared together with the fiery red hot air waves.

The host of the game appeared in every electronic instrument in this villa with a mask of spades.

He said, forgot to introduce myself, please call me Spade.

He also said that the rules of the game are the rules of the game, and no one can break them at will.

Just as no one can change the laws of nature, the rules of his game cannot be broken.

When the image of Spades disappeared from the screen of the electronic equipment, some people yelled at all the obscene language, some clamored for Spades to get out so that they could be singled out, some people sat on the ground sobbing, and some comforted their voices. All are not confident.

The fourth day is a depressing day.

Although there was no death, everyone was silent, looking at other people with guarded eyes.

On the fifth day, Spades appeared on the screen again, announcing the rules of the game with a giggle.

"Don't listen to him!"

"Why should we listen to him and kill each other!"

"Three people have died now! Do you still think this is a game?"

The speaker is an aging but still going strong veteran.

He left everyone a good impression when he first appeared.

No one would be disgusted with a soldier who stands like a loose and sits like a bell.In all the previous conversations, everyone also faintly took it as the center.

Everyone seconded, then decided to ignore spades.

Anyway, there is enough food here, and it won't be a problem to survive for three or four months.And their collective disappearance will definitely attract attention, and it may not be long before the army will come here to rescue them.

Will anyone notice their disappearance?
Each of them comes from different fields and different places.

For this world, the number of people who go missing every day is more than ten times their number, and the number of people who die due to accidents every day is hundreds of times and thousands of times their number.

It is not the world that cries for the missing, only their loved ones.

Spades did not speak, as if acquiescing to all this.

Day five, no games.

From day to night, nothing happened.

At dinner, they cooked a particularly sumptuous meal to celebrate their victory. After being worried for a long time, they finally let go of their hearts, thinking that they could finally get a good night's sleep tonight.

However, no one knows what they have won.

Day [-].

Nine people remained.

Thirteen people died and four people died.

Lawyers, female executives, gaming teens...and veterans.

Everyone broke into the door, but the three-locked door couldn't withstand the impact of several people.

The veteran's body was found in his bed.

His body was pierced by three bowl-thick iron rods. The tip of the iron rod was sharper than the needle point, and there were dried blood on it connecting with the bright red on the bed.

head, heart, abdomen.

The standard military sleeping position turned out to be a mold to cater to death.

Everyone seems to have heard the ridicule from Spades at this time, surrounded by the deepest fear and despair.

None of them slept in their rooms tonight.No one can know what kind of strange mechanism is needed in their room.

The nine people were like fledglings abandoned by the world, curled up in the hall, watching the expressions of others in the dimly lit darkness.

On the seventh day the game begins.

"Today's game is our favorite, please close your eyes in the dark. I believe the rest of you have heard of it even if you haven't played it."

The figure of spades appeared on the screen.

The nine people sat obediently in chairs and formed a circle, looking at the screen anxiously, listening to Spades explaining the familiar rules of the game.

"You only have one chance to choose."

"And I am the judge."

"There are no cops in this game. Because I don't like cops."

No one refuted this statement.

Because criminals outside the framework of the law are unlikely to like defenders of the law.

"Finally, if you have guessed who the murderer is, then, I'm sorry, please bid farewell to the murderer."

"On the other hand, if you don't guess it...haha, don't worry, those of you who were voted will not die."

"Because I will give the murderer a chance to choose. And the unlucky guy chosen by the murderer is today's victim."

"Now, the game begins."

Following Spade's order, everyone was imprisoned in their seats and could not move.Then the table in front of him made a mechanical clicking sound, and two mechanical hands appeared in the middle.

There are nine cards in the robot's hand, and only one of them has the word murderer written on it.

They stared at the hand shuffling the cards, each praying to himself.

At some point, their fate was handed over to this cold machine.

What's ridiculous is that when the shuffling is over, there is a mechanical hand in front of everyone to take the cards for them, and show the two words naked in front of them.

civilian?Or a murderer!
"Now, please close your eyes when it gets dark." Spade said with a smile.

The game begins, and everyone is desperately trying to say that they are not the murderer, trying to divert the focus from themselves to someone else.

A person who pretends to be inscrutable, a person of few words, a person who is submissive, a person who acts coquettishly and shows off, a person who uses dirty words to cover up his uneasiness, and a person who analyzes rationally.

All kinds of colors, like a Rashomon.

However, no excuses are available.

Their choice was still wrong.

Instead, they offended each other the moment they cast their votes.

The murderer is the seemingly harmless, submissive female high school student.

Only one of the nine voted for her.

That person is a third-rate female writer who usually takes good care of female high school students.

The female high school student did not expect that she would vote for herself.

Perhaps, among these people, she is the only one who knows herself best, so she can see through her lies.

"What are you doing now? Murderer? Who do you want dead?"

Spade appeared jokingly, and his brisk tone seemed to be discussing the content of today's lunch.

The third-rate female writer closed her eyes in despair, waiting for the judgment to come.

"I'm going to kill him."

The female high school student changed her usual submissiveness, her tone was firm as if she wasn't herself.

The man was a middle-aged male, somewhat fat and balding private investigator.

The first thing you do when you come here is to distribute your business cards to everyone.It says that it has been professionally investigating extramarital affairs for 30 years, and it comes with a set of services to deal with mistresses.The procedures are complete and absolutely formal.

The private detective looked at the female high school student in shock, unable to imagine how he had offended her.

The private detective had a lot of content in his mind in an instant, but only three words came out of his mouth.

"why?"

"Why? Do you remember my mother?"

The female high school student's expression was a little abnormal, and her emotions became agitated.

Her words were disorderly and messy, and the story was disrupted and torn apart.

Everyone barely understood the story from her words.

In order to investigate the mistress, the private detective forcibly created a mistress.

He made a lot of money and ruined two families because of it.

The first time he did this kind of thing, the private detective was still uneasy, but the second time, the third time, the fourth time... the more he did, the more he got, he couldn't stop .

No one caught his deceit.He even felt that he was a wise man overlooking all living beings, fooling the ignorant.

He is like an addict, he can't quit after enjoying the pleasure brought by drugs, and even sucks more and more.

"I said there was no mistress, but the client said I was perfunctory. The powerful client even wanted to bring down my firm."

"All of you would rather believe the fact that your partner has been unfaithful than the fact that you've loved each other for years. So what can I do?"

The female high school student was powerless to refute.

Because her father believed the fact that her mother had cheated.He even hated her together.

Witnessed by eight pairs of eyes, the private detective was killed by the mechanism hidden in the chair.

The booming chainsaw cut people from head to tail.

Indelible bloodstains were left on the faces of the eight people.

"Today's game is over, there are still eight of you left."

"The day after tomorrow is the last game."

"I don't know who the next victim will be?"

The sound of spades is a nightmare.

A guillotine hanging over everyone's head.

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