Chapter 193

Eve’s POV

Two minutes before the game starts

I pulled Walter in front of me and whispered, "There are a few things I need to explain to you."

"Tell me what?" Walter was a bit confused. "Do you have any strategies? The game's about to start. Tell me quickly."

After hearing this, I thought for a while then said, "It's not really a 'strategy,' Walter. If the other party invites you to join, you can also agree."

"What?" Walter was stunned for a moment, then understood. "Isn't it a 'trick within a trick'? I'll agree first, then turn them over from within..."

"No." I shook my head. "Walter, let's part ways here."

"Huh?"

"I thought it over carefully. We've only known each other for a very short time. If we risk our lives for you, the entire team won't feel comfortable." I explained seriously. "So the best way is for you to leave the team in advance. Once we have a confrontation, none of us will have any pressure."

"You..." Walter's expression was somewhat dejected. Despite being a chunky middle-aged man, he looked as hurt as a child.

"Sorry, Walter. I just made the most logical choice."

"Lady." Walter suddenly interrupted. "You said you couldn't risk your lives for me, but I can."

"What?"

"No matter what methods you have, don't take action for now. I will show my sincerity at the first moment. It's not too late for you to make a decision after you've seen it." Walter said.

"But if we don't accept you at the last moment, you'll be dead." I said.

"You're not that kind of person." Walter smiled foolishly. "Although I've been selling socks all my life, I'm really good at judging people in critical moments. You wait and see!"

"Fine..." I shook my head helplessly. "Even so, I still won't fully trust you. I can only wait and see how you perform."

...

Pain.

I held my head in my arms, trembling all over.

I'd been kneeling on the ground wailing the whole time, and the intense pain in my mind had far exceeded the knife wound on my shoulder.

When Amy saw this, she tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and said to Lila, "Your captain looks strange. Has she always been like this?"

"It seems every time someone dies, she gets a headache."

"Then why didn't she feel any pain when she killed someone?" Amy asked.

"This..."

"She looks as if she's been hypnotized." Amy continued. "Every time she feels sad, her brain numbs this feeling with pain."

Lila's eyes widened as if she'd been enlightened upon hearing these words.

"Hypnosis?!"

"Oh? Do you understand hypnosis?" Amy turned her head and looked at Lila.

Lila didn't answer. Instead, she fell into deep thought. "That makes sense... if it is 'hypnosis,' it's indeed possible to cause this effect... but that not only requires extremely advanced hypnosis skills, but also my full commitment and cooperation..."

"So you're a psychologist?" Amy asked.

"I'm a psychological counselor." Lila replied. "Amy, do you know a lot about hypnosis?"

"I don't understand." Amy shook her head. "But I was hypnotized before. At that time, the hypnotist gave me a similar example, saying that under certain specific conditions, humans can 'seal' their emotions through hypnosis. I think she's very much like this situation."

"Yes... this kind of technology can only exist in theory. It's almost impossible for anyone to achieve it in reality..."

I was in great pain and couldn't reply. Just as the two of them were talking, heavy footsteps rang out and Beta Dog finally showed up.

"Ouch... it has come to this..." He looked at the bald man, the blond and Walter who were already dead on the ground, his expression somewhat troubled. "You contestants are really not careful when it comes to fighting..."

Hardly had he finished speaking when he came to Jackson, who was on the verge of death, raised his right foot and crushed the man's head hard.

The bright red brain matter and emerald green hair splashed all over the ground in an instant.

"It seems I should set off now." Seeing Beta Dog walking slowly, Amy smiled at the two of them. "If there's nothing else, I'll die first. We'll contact each other when we have time."

When Beta Dog saw her dying so tactfully, he seemed to understand something as well.

He stopped talking nonsense and reached out to grab Amy by the neck.

"Wait a moment..." I slowly stood up. Judging from my expression, the headache was no longer there.

"What now?" The dog turned his head to look at me.

"We accepted this 'spy.'" I covered my shoulder. "From now on, she's a member of our team. You can't kill her."

Everyone present was taken aback upon hearing this, even Amy herself was stunned for a moment.

"What are you doing... I haven't helped you from beginning to end."

"That doesn't matter. Anyway, it doesn't violate the rules, does it?" I looked at Beta Dog and asked seriously.

Beta Dog thought for a while. "Indeed. As long as you abandon the 'spies' of your own team, you can accept new ones."

With that, Beta Dog slowly withdrew his hand and took out a very dirty cloth bag from his chest.

"Here are twenty Holy Grails, along with all the corpses on the ground. Now they're all your prizes." Beta Dog waved his hand, threw the Holy Grails on the ground and turned to leave.

"The corpse can also be regarded as a prize..." My eyes gradually dimmed. "I'm starting to hate this godforsaken place."

"This shows you don't recognize the value of something." Amy said to me. "Corpses are good things. Many survivors survive by eating corpses."

"Eating corpses...?" Lila was taken aback. "Really?"

"What? In this place, apart from 'corpses,' can you find anything else to eat?"

Before Lila could reply, Clara, who was not far away, suddenly spoke up. "Eating a person is considered desecrating a corpse in most states!"

"Are you okay?" Amy looked at Clara puzzledly. "Lawyer, is the law still in effect in this place?"

Clara was somewhat dazed. She looked down at her blood-stained hands and continued, "Second-degree murder or third-degree murder..."

Amy and Lila looked at each other and shook their heads.

"You're just defending yourself." I said. "I saw that man bump into the glass with my own eyes. It has nothing to do with you."

Only then did Clara come to her senses. With a worried look on her face, she came to my side and took a look at my wound.

"I thought of Owen Parker." She said. "He died soon after his left shoulder was injured. Will it be your turn this time?"

I took a deep breath and replied, "No, definitely not."

"Everyone, these twenty Holy Grails, and those on the corpse... you two divide them up." I pushed the cloth bag forward.

"We divide them up? And you?" Clara asked.

"I can't stop the blood from my wound." I lowered my head silently. "Even if I bandage the wound, I won't be able to move for the next few days because of the knife wound. I lost this game."

"What are you talking about..." Lila was momentarily flustered. "If you give up now... what do all the previous efforts count for?"

"Yes, it's not time to give up yet... shall we go back to see Dr. Miller?" Clara also said in a crying tone.

"It's no use." I shook my head. "Even if Dr. Miller is really willing to help me, at most he can only bandage my wound. He can't make my injury better in the next few days."

I gritted my teeth and stood up, looking at the two of them, my expression extremely dejected.

"I didn't want to give up originally, but I still have to look for my lover and daughter. I have to leave the ruins of this city... but I can't do it anymore. The rest can only be left to you." I thought for a while then said, "If you don't want to participate in games anymore, I won't have any objections. After all, everyone's life is their own."

Amy crossed her arms over her chest and said nonchalantly, "Eve Cheney, are you putting on an act for me?"