Apocalypse: I'm the Landlady of the Refuge

Chapter 61: Chapter 61: Who is the Undercover?

Chapter 61: Chapter 61: Who is the Undercover?

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An opening door sound came from the giant screen—it was the door to Conference Room #1.

At this moment, the massive screen was live-sharing everything happening inside Conference Room #1.

A waiter wearing a Phoenix mask entered the room, holding three cards, “Honored guests, good evening! Please elect one person to draw a card. Once the drawing is complete, everyone must follow the corresponding rules to play the game indicated by the card. The winner may leave the cage, while the loser will enter the Corpse Fighting Arena to fight zombies.”

You have one minute to elect someone. If the drawing isn’t completed within a minute, everyone will enter the Corpse Fighting Arena.

“Now, please begin your election!”

“What does this mean? What Corpse Fighting Arena? We’re here for an auction, not to play with you! Make yourself clear!”

A man donning a Leopard mask shouted angrily, but the waiter in the Phoenix mask remained utterly still, as if he were deaf to the man’s rage.

Leopard stood up, looking about to strike, but at that moment, four mounted guns on the wall all aimed at him.

In an instant, Leopard settled down, obediently taking his seat again.

The ten people looked at each other, none daring to act rashly.

As time ticked by second by second, the waiter offered a friendly reminder: “Only 10 seconds left, 10, 9, 8…”

Below, in tier three of the stands, people became restless in a flash, their cursing and jeering mingling into pandemonium.

Inside Conference Room #1, the ten people visibly began to panic and fret.

The countdown continued.

“3, 2, …”

The man closest to the waiter, wearing a Horse Face mask, suddenly stood up and snatched a card from the waiter’s tray.

“Congratulations to the guest on successfully drawing a card.”

The waiter took the card from Horse Face’s hand and showed it to the camera in the room.

The card bore four words—

Who Is the Undercover.

It was a very common game.

The waiter briefly explained the rules, “Esteemed guests, next, you will all take turns drawing word cards from my hand. Among the ten people here, there are seven civilians, two undercovers, and one blank.

The seven civilians will receive the same word card, and your task is to identify the undercover agents. If all undercovers are eliminated, the civilians win.

The two undercovers will receive the same word card, but it will be different from the civilians’. When there are only three people left, including at least one undercover, the undercovers win, and all civilians are eliminated.

The person who draws the blank card has to conceal their identity and help the undercovers eliminate the civilians. If the undercovers win, the blank card player wins; if the undercovers lose, the blank card player loses as well.”

“Do any of you esteemed guests have questions about the rules?”

An old man wearing a Sparrow mask raised his frail hand, “So, does the blank also count as an undercover?”

The waiter looked his way, “You could understand it that way.”

Sparrow nodded, “Fine, I have no more questions.”

The waiter gazed at the others, “What about the rest of you?”

Seeing that everyone shook their heads, the waiter raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

All the glass in Conference Room #1 darkened with shadows, allowing those outside to see into the room through the giant screen. However, those inside could no longer see anything outside.

By the doorway to the conference room, another waiter entered, presenting the cards to Phoenix with utmost respect before exiting and locking the door of the conference room.

At the sound of the lock, tension gripped all ten people.

After shuffling the word cards in his hands a few times, the Phoenix waiter looked at Horse Face, “As the drawer, you have the privilege of drawing first. Please go ahead!”

Horse Face’s mouth twitched.

In such a game, the order of drawing didn’t seem to matter much; he reached out and drew a card.

The room’s surveillance camera gave a close-up of the card—

Zombie.

The next nine people also took their turns drawing.

The word card for the civilians was zombie, for the undercovers, it was zombie, and the one who drew the blank was a young girl wearing a Hamster mask.

After looking at their word cards, everyone naturally covered them on the table in front of them and nonchalantly sized up the others.

But as everyone wore masks, no one could discern anyone’s expressions, and the atmosphere in the conference room grew increasingly tense.

Outside the conference room, in the stands of the third basement level, the audience was in high spirits.

Inside the conference room, after everyone finished drawing cards, Phoenix retreated to the side: “The first round will start with Mr. Horse Face, proceeding from left to right. Each person has ten seconds to speak, exceeding the time will automatically skip you. Countdown: 10, 9…”

Horse Face: “Two eyes.”

Phoenix looked towards the man with the Skull mask to the left of Horse Face: “Mr. Skull, please!”

Skull: “One nose.”

Sparrow: “Two ears.”

Azure Dragon: “One mouth.”

Turtle: “One tongue.”

Panda: “Has teeth.”

Leopard: “Has hands.”

Hamster: “Has legs.”

Hedgehog: “Can move.”

Raccoon Dog hesitated for a moment, then squeezed out two words: “Dead.”

After all ten had answered, Phoenix said, “The first round is over. Time to vote. You will now take turns voting for who you believe is the undercover. The one with the most votes will be eliminated.”

Sparrow raised her hand again: “Can we choose not to vote?”

Phoenix: “You can, but everyone only has two chances to abstain from voting. The third abstention will result in automatic elimination.”

Everyone’s desire to delay time by abstaining was completely dispelled.

Phoenix looked once more at Horse Face: “Honored guest, let’s begin with you again. Please directly state the name of the person you want to vote for. Voting countdown: 10, 9…”

Horse Face gazed gloomily at Phoenix, and even through the screen, Ji Wanwan could feel his resentment.

Always making him go first, it was really easy for him to be targeted.

In the conference room, Horse Face said, “I abstain this round.”

Skull: “Vote Leopard.”

Leopard immediately grew frantic: “Why? Where did you see that I’m the undercover, huh!”

Skull spread his hands: “Someone has to be voted out, and you seem rather foolish, so I’m voting you first.”

Leopard stood up, slamming on the table: “You’re asking for it!!”

Four guns were simultaneously aimed at Leopard, who became red-eyed with urgency, and looked at Phoenix: “Skull is messing around, and you’re not dealing with it?”

Phoenix spoke indifferently: “Mr. Skull hasn’t violated any rules.”

“Damn!” Leopard swore angrily: “Fucking game!”

Phoenix ignored him and turned to the next person.

Sparrow: “I abstain.”

Azure Dragon: “Abstain.”

Turtle: “Abstain.”

Panda: “Abstain.”

Leopard: “Skull!!”

Hamster: “Abstain.”

Hedgehog: “Abstain.”

Raccoon Dog: “Abstain.”

From the information in the first round, no one could tell who the undercover was, and most chose to abstain from voting.

But now a new problem arose: Skull and Leopard were tied in votes.

Phoenix announced: “Since Skull and Leopard are tied, all guests except for Skull and Leopard must vote again, choosing one from the two to eliminate as the undercover. There will be no abstaining this round.”

As soon as the words fell, a burst of jubilant cheering erupted from the third basement level.

Because someone was about to be eliminated soon.

Ji Wanwan, who had been watching the giant screen all along, couldn’t help but become anxious as well.

Inside the conference room, the atmosphere plunged into unprecedented tension…