C17 Solitaire Game

When I opened my eyes the next day, I was a little disappointed. I didn't expect to meet that mysterious girl in my dreams.

I couldn't find anyone to voice my doubts. I rubbed my swollen temples, feeling a little distressed. No matter what, I had to go to school first. I had already made up my mind that I would go to Mo Yuhan's house tonight and investigate everything.

I didn't keep Mo Yuhan's diary at home, and it wasn't that big either. I took a piece of clothing with an inside bag and carried it around with me.

Faust's assignment was announced when the last person in the class walked into the classroom.

"Come and play the card game, I saw you guys playing yesterday."

"A card game?" I exclaimed, as all sorts of card games surfaced in my mind. 'Is this a game of Landlord or a game of Golden Flower?' I guessed.

Yesterday, the players were so scared that their faces turned white. They were afraid that Faust would order them to kill each other again.

"Go ahead and smoke the turtle. If you get that ghost in the end, then go and die."

The difficulty of this game wasn't that high, but there wasn't a specific requirement this time. The entire class had to play together?

It doesn't seem like the probability is high, 60%, but under normal circumstances, I found out that since the mysterious girl appeared, although I could get help for it, and even saw strange people that others couldn't see? It might be a demon or something, but the opposite is that my name will always be on it for every quest. I have a feeling that this is a quest game directed at me.

Faust seemed to know that I was looking for clues, or that my finding of Mo Yuhan made him uneasy and even eager to destroy me.

A thought suddenly flashed through my mind — could it be that Faust could only obtain what he needed through this method of issuing missions? If it really was demons, could it be that... Was it a soul?

I shook my head and tossed the unreliable idea out of my mind.

Faustus: "I have something ready for you. There are some props you need under the podium."

Everyone dared not disobey Faust's task. Several of us stood up to remove the big kid from his seat, then took out a card cover and placed it in the middle of the table. After waiting for the other students to finish dividing up the cards, each of us went up to get a stack of cards.

No one dared to act shamelessly. Perhaps if they were lucky enough, it wouldn't be their turn at all. If they used some tricky method to make things difficult for the opponent, they would directly be relegated.

Each person had around ten pieces. They could withdraw two or three couples, and there were even some who were lucky enough to finish them.

Everyone looked at Lucky with envious eyes before lowering their heads to look at their cards nervously. Yang Yang, who was extremely lucky, could not stay idle for a while. He cleared his throat to attract our attention and said, "Since that's the case, let me organize a round."

We all had no objections and stood in a circle according to the number of cards left, the first one being the one who touched the most.

There's no pair, the second person turned around to draw a person, and like this, they went back and forth. My luck is really bad, I pulled out a pair of ten cards, and with eight cards, I tied with a group of people. In the end, there was not a single card missing.

Seeing that there were less and less people left, those who were lucky enough to get out relaxed a little and didn't disperse. Instead, they stood aside and quietly observed the five of us that didn't have many people remaining to continue playing.

The observing Chu Yi was even more nervous than me, I knew that Faust was definitely up to no good. Since there was no way to rely on luck, I could only rely on other things.

Sure enough, there were two people left, one of them was me, there were only three cards left, a pair of cards, a pair of ghosts and a pair of ghosts.

The person who unluckily entered the finals with me was called Zuo Jiang. I almost cried when I remembered this. I didn't say anything. I had drawn his cards before.

"Tsk." Ye Zichen put the card behind him, switched positions, then placed it in front of him for him to draw.

Zuo Jiang had a habit, two cards the same, he will take the one you deliberately put up a little higher, trial and error.

My luck today was so bad that it returned to my hands. This time, I repeated the same trick, and Zuo Jiang seemed to sense that something was wrong, and the hand holding the card hesitated to touch the pair of cards. I was startled, but didn't show it on my face.

No wonder he was the last. It was so easy to understand, every time he got a ghost token, he would blink. Although he tried his best to keep his face expressionless, I still found out.

This was a game of tortoise. At the start, it was a game of luck, followed by acting skills. Even if acting skills were lacking, he could still play tricks on it when the cards were in his hands. The good student's Zuo Jiang knew nothing about these curvy schemes.

I also couldn't bear it in my heart, but I can't let others have the chance to live on. Speaking of me and Li Fan, they are also the same kind of people. They would do anything to survive for their own sake.

Closing my eyes, I can't bear to see his expression. The game is over.

Zuo Jiang's face was ashen. He couldn't even hold the cards in his hands as he sat on the ground with tears flowing down his face.

Faust's message appeared again, "Zuo Jiang, accept the penalty of failure in the game."

"No, don't kill me, please!" Zuo Jiang's body trembled continuously as he looked around vigilantly, as if someone could come out and take his life at any moment.

It was useless to ask the demon for help.

I thought to myself, but I couldn't bear to provoke him at a time like this.

Zuo Jiang is begging for mercy. The pressure of death is getting closer and closer, but it's useless. Just like how Chen Xuanliu did at that time, Zuo Jiang suddenly stops struggling and a twisted smile appears in front of us.

When I thought he was going to break his neck like Chen Xueliu, he suddenly grabbed the carbon pen from the table and stuck it in his own neck.

A frightened expression appeared on his face, as if he was being controlled. He slowly fell to the ground and covered his neck with his hands in an attempt to stop the bleeding. With his eyes wide open, his head fell to the ground and stopped struggling.

All of this happened in less than ten seconds. A man who had been alive a minute ago had committed suicide in a strange way.

Chu Yi grabbed my sleeve and was so scared that she was trembling. The timid girls first screamed loudly, then hugged each other and cried.

Guilt welled up in my heart. I didn't kill Zuo Jiang, but he died in front of me. I couldn't sit still and could only watch on helplessly.

I swear I will solve this matter, and I will not let Faust continue to act so arrogantly.