When you are so poor that you can't even see tomorrow, someone gives you a knife and says you can earn 200 million by killing someone. Can you cut it down?
Lu Chen, who was unemployed after graduation and could not afford to pay the rent, received an anonymous email: "Urban werewolf killing, the winner will share 200 million." He thought it was just an online game, until a cold chip was implanted in the back of his neck, and the first deceased person actually fell in the corner of the city.
It turns out that this sixteen-person gambling game is played out every night in Jiangcheng. Werewolf hunts, good guys vote, losers literally die.
Lu Chen's trump card is that the memory of the deceased will flood into his mind like a nightmare late at night.
In the first round, he pretended to be a prophet and led the good guys to a tragic victory on the tightrope of lies and trust. After receiving the 200 million bonus, he thought the nightmare was over.
Until the second round of forced opening.
"You are just a civilian now, Lu Chen." The system prompt flashed coldly.
"But I still remember how each of you died."
There are no permanent friends, only permanent interests.
This time, he can only rely on the eyes of the dead to see clearly the werewolf's lies, and complete the counterattack on the urban chessboard intertwined with blood!
