"Huang Xun is a traitor, no one has any objection, right?" Anna, played by the sunglasses woman, asked the crowd.
"No." Everyone shook their heads together.
"Who is the underground worker?" Anna asked another question to the crowd.
"I'm not." Aisha, played by the female white collar, hastily waved her hand.
"Neither am I." Daisy, played by a young girl, also made a denial.
"Neither am I." Robin shrugged, then looked at Mallory.
"Don't look at me, I'm not either." Mallory shook his head.
"No one will admit this, right? But I think ... he's the most likely." Aisha pointed at Mallory and smiled.
"I think so, too." Daisy agreed with Aisha.
"No, the first game was hit by a car is him, the second game, killed by a ghost result ghost is also him. Anyway, the key person is definitely him." Anna took a look at Mallory.
"You people ah ... let me say what good? Each one in five chances, why is it me?" Mallory helpless expression.
"In fact, I already know who is the underground worker, forget it, are not admitted, then I will not say. Well, the underground worker is him, who is the liar?" Anna gave another look around to the crowd.
And of course none of them admitted it.
"Let me ask everyone a question." Mallory opened his mouth.
"What kind of question?" Everyone looked at Mallory together.
"Do all of you think I'm the smartest? The most handsome?" Mallory had a serious expression.
"These are two questions, can you not ask them together?" Anna, the sunglasses woman, reminded Mallory.
"Haha ... you're not the smartest and most handsome of all the men I've seen, but still a little better than Robin and Huang Xun." Female white collar Aisha laughed.
"Little brother, you are the smartest and the most handsome in my heart." The young girl Daisy had a very exaggerated flirtatious expression.
"If brother must think so, I support your opinion." Robin also opened his mouth.
"Not quite the answer I was expecting, then forget it." Mallory frowned.
"What other damaging ideas have you come up with? Come on, say it." Anna prodded Mallory.
"Nothing, if you think I'm the smartest and most handsome, then you all reveal your identities, and then I will unify the plan to arrange how to deal with those three traitors later. Otherwise, once we lose, the points we all earned in front of us will be emptied, and we will directly turn into wax figures if our balance is insufficient." Mallory lobbied a few words to the crowd.
The crowd took a look at Mallory, but no one took his words.
Mallory was in big trouble this time.
He only has 10 points in his account, once the newspaper team loses, his points will become negative 10, and he will not even be eligible to enter the hell crew, and he will directly turn into a wax figure, and even the gods cannot save him.
The points balance in other people's accounts should be more than 20, and then again, the worst result is just to be deducted 20 points, not enough to turn into a wax figure.
"You guys ... alas ...," Mallory sighed.
"I'm not an underground worker, and I'm not a liar, my clue is ..." Robin hesitated for a moment, but was ready to disclose his identity to the crowd.
But halfway through the sentence, his mouth was covered by Mallory.
"They are not talking, then you'd better wait until you get off the bus and tell me quietly." Mallory said a few words to Robin.
"Okay." Robin heard Mallory say that, so he didn't say it again in public.
"What do you guys think, what if we are severely tortured by three traitors later?" The young girl asked the crowd with some concern.
"We'd better try to win, he should already have less than 20 points in his account. Once we lose, he will definitely die and won't even have a chance to go to the hell crew." The sunglasses woman took a look at Mallory and said something to the crowd.
Mallory had attended a total of two shows, and the number of points in his account was easily deduced.
"What if I blow myself up?" Mallory thought of an idea.
"It's risky if you blow yourself up. There are three possibilities in all."
"The first: Traitor Chiefs account balance is less than 100 points, which is the best outcome, you blow yourself up to make him negative points, he gets waxed, the plot is interrupted, and you go to hell."
"The second: Traitor Chiefs account balance is more than 100 points, the plot continues, the two-hour shoot ends, he doesn't find the underground worker, kills the wrong person, our camp wins, the person killed goes to hell with you."
"Third: Traitor Chiefs account balance exceeds 100 points, the plot continues, he kills the right person, our camp loses the confrontation, the killed goes to hell, you become negative points directly waxed sealed."
"Add another possibility, right, that you are an underground worker, you blow yourself up, he kills you again, and you are still directly waxed."
"So, you blow yourself up, is the worst kind of option."
"But if you don't blow yourself up, the possibility of him killing you is still high. If he can't analyze who the underground worker is from the clues, he may still choose to kill you, because after he goes back, he has a 100-point bounty in the guild to cover the loss, and you'll go to hell just the same."
"Either way, you'll have a hard time surviving this one." Anna, the sunglasses woman, ended her analysis of Mallory's situation.
"So grim, huh?" Teenage Daisy's eyes widened.
"Shit! How come when you analyze it, he's already a certain death?" Robin cursed.
"No, that's if he blows himself up. If he didn't blow himself up, the underground worker was someone else, and Traitor Chiefs made a mistake in judgment and didn't kill him, but killed another person, he would have been fine at all. Of course, that's highly unlikely." Anna shook her head.
"What that means is that if he's not okay, maybe he'll go straight to the wax seal, or to hell, alone. If he's okay, we'll have to have two other people go to hell to get there?" Aisha, the female white collar, interjected a few words.
"Pretty much what that means, so then, the best outcome for the four of us would be ... him being an underground worker, then him being killed, the newspaper camp losing, and us each deducting a certain amount of points. But none of us have to go to hell. I think you all still have enough points in your accounts to deduct the penalty from Film City, right?" Anna looked at the crowd.
"Why does it feel like this shooting is aimed at him again? And it pits us against him, and if we don't betray him, two of us will have to die." The female white collar Aisha looked at Mallory with a sympathetic face.
"So that should be why he was eager to get the clues out of us. He is very clever, he himself has long calculated the stakes. Maybe the clues in each of our hands are not enough to deduce who is the underground worker, but after these clues are combined, the result is clear." Anna picked things out completely.
"Forget it, I wouldn't have expected any of you to help me, I'd rather die alone without dragging you guys into it." Mallory stood up and ran to the last row of the bus and sat down.
"He's really pathetic." Aisha muttered in a small voice.
"We can't help him, we can only rely on him to get out of it, let's see what he can think of to reverse the situation this time." Anna sighed.