The God of Wealth is Bankrupt

"It's not that the note is gone, what's the big deal."

gangster:"……"

The little gangster drifted away. Hearing Lu Hang's calm words, his mood gradually calmed down, and he even thought, "Yes, isn't the note missing, what's the big deal."

...

That's a clue! !

Whether you can survive in this game depends on it! ! !

After all, it has calmed down, and even if you want to be excited for the second round, you must first brew it in terms of time.

So, the second time they pulled the whole small building up and down and still didn't find any clues, when they came back with ugly faces, they felt that the atmosphere was not right.

Of course, this is not right only for the little gangsters, Lu Hang is still the same as before they left, smiling, even showing a small dimple.

"..."

Zhao Shuai looked at Lu Hang and the others, and then looked at the little gangster sitting on the sofa, like a lost soul.

Zhao Shuai: "..."

Zhao Shuai watched for a long time, and the feeling of boredom that he had not found a clue was gradually overwhelmed by a curiosity.

"You...haven't been here?"

He said, looking at Yuanxi and the others, "What's wrong?"

It just so happened that the second round of the gangster's emotions was brewing, and when Zhao Shuai asked, he couldn't help but pour it out like a bean.

When he described it to a few people, it was the same as when he went to pick up the note but saw that the note had disappeared, with a few words all over his body—Damn it! !

Zhao Shuai has always had a different focus than others, or, in other words, reacted faster than others.

His suspicious eyes swept over the few people who had been left before, and tentatively said, "Could it be that the two of you have negotiated and hid it."

Little gangster: "Do you look like I'm hiding when you ride a horse!!"

The little gangster got so excited that he didn't remember to fight, and he forgot about the disparity in physical strength just now that he was held down and couldn't move.

Not like.

It really looks like a ghost.

...

but……

The clue on that small note was just one sentence, and it was a bit inexplicable... smooth, it doesn't matter if it's gone.

Now they have a new problem before them - are clues time-bound?

Why didn't it say in the letter?

This sentence appeared in the minds of several people, and was pressed down instantly. At the same time, he suspected that he had been locked in the clock tower for too long, and his mind was not working well.

- This is in the clock tower, and it has the final say.

But if you think about it carefully, the game has its own set of rules. Is it really the clock tower that has the final say?

never mind.

Anyway, no one can turn it to them.

-

Before I knew it, most of the time had passed, and when I looked out, it was already the moonlight.

During this period, they searched for the missing note, rummaged through the small building again, and sat down quietly to think about the meaning of a sentence in the clue.

——I even believed the idiot's remarks from the little gangster, let's take a look at each of them...

Still no clue.

eight pm.

The sound of the system suddenly sounded in the small building.

[End of the first day.

Now it's voting time.

Players should have found some clues, please vote for the prisoner in your mind according to the clues. ]

vote for your mother.

Thought it was a talent show?

Several people cursed in unison.

clue?

Can riding a horse be called a clue?

Anyone who is in this game is not the first time to enter the game, and I know what the result will be if they don't follow what the clock tower said.

After dawdling until the final countdown time, several talents voted one after another.