Chapter 314

"But that tall, thin man didn't say anything, just kept walking closer in silence. A stench of corpses drifted over. Only then did we discover that his skin was gray-white, without a trace of blood, and covered with spots of corpse spots, just like a zombie in a doomsday game..."

"Mr. George had served in the army before. He immediately fished out a gun from his bosom. It was a revolver. Mr. George pointed the gun at the tall, thin man walking closer and closer, loudly warning him not to come closer. But the other party didn't say anything, just kept approaching in silence. The smell of rot in the air was even thicker, making everyone feel so oppressed that they couldn't breathe."

"After repeated warnings failed, Mr. George pulled the trigger. He fired 5 shots at the tall, thin man covered in corpse spots—originally he wanted to empty the magazine directly, but when he fired the 6th shot, the gun mechanism didn't know why it suddenly jammed, no matter how hard Mr. George tried, he couldn't fire the last bullet."

Hearing this, Ning Zhe frowned slightly: "Really strange, I have never heard that a revolver can jam."

Because a revolver doesn't eject shells at all.

A revolver is a classic firearm known for its reliability. It has a particularly high appearance rate in Western movies with cowboys as protagonists, which also reflects its harsh working environment from the side. Cowboys often had to ride horses with revolvers, driving thousands of cattle along the railroad across the vast grasslands of North America, driving the cattle from the vast grasslands in the west to the slaughterhouses located on the east coast.

Cowboys often slept in the open, and the harsh environment and lack of supply working conditions made them have to be picky about the reliability of every piece of equipment on their bodies. For example, long-term horse riding made ordinary cotton and linen pants easy to wear out, so the sturdy and wear-resistant canvas pants loved by miners quickly became popular among cowboys, getting the name jeans.

Revolvers, or handguns, were also favored by cowboys for the same reason—the simple and reliable structure determined that it was almost one of the most trustworthy thermal weapons in human history. A revolver fully loaded with bullets placed in a drawer, even if you don't care about it or maintain it, will still be able to fire normally like a new one after five or ten years, and there is no such thing as jamming at all.

An ordinary Glock handgun might jam once or twice after firing hundreds of bullets, but a revolver, even if used to the point of metal fatigue or even scrapped, is almost impossible to jam even once. Even if you encounter a dud that cannot be fired, you only need to pull the trigger repeatedly, and the dud will be skipped directly by the revolver structure, which doesn't affect the firing of subsequent bullets at all.

The "Mr. George" in Shalishali's mouth is a retired soldier. His choice of a revolver as a self-defense weapon carried on his person is obviously also because he valued its unparalleled reliability. And as a retired soldier, there is no situation where he doesn't know how to maintain firearms.

However, it was this handgun that, in principle, didn't have the concept of jamming at all, that strangely jammed when George tried to fire the last bullet in the magazine at the ghost.

"I saw Mr. George's face turn pale instantly, full of terrified expression. That tall, thin man covered in corpse spots had clearly been shot 5 times, and dirty blood was constantly flowing from the bullet holes on his body, but he walked to us as if nothing had happened. Mr. George was instantly frozen in place like someone who had been acupointed in a Jin Yong novel, letting that man take the gun from his hand without moving."

"We were all terrified at the time, not even daring to escape, only seeing the tall, thin man hold the revolver in his hand, eject the magazine, check the remaining bullet inside, and then flick it hard. The magazine spun at high speed, and then with a click, it was flicked back to its original position."

"... The tall, thin man held the revolver and fired a shot at Mr. George's forehead."

Shalishali paused, looked at the empty seat beside her with lingering fear, and continued:

"The gun didn't ring. This shot was empty. After firing one shot, the tall, thin man returned the handgun to Mr. George... He remained silent the whole time, not saying a single word, but we inexplicably understood his meaning: he demanded that Mr. George fire at one of us."

"Mr. George, who had recovered his ability to move, stood in place with the gun, hesitating, sweating profusely. He didn't want to fire at us. At this moment, a terrifying and oppressive atmosphere radiated from that tall, thin man to the surroundings, gloomy and heavy, pressing me so hard that I couldn't breathe, and my whole body began to feel cold... I had a premonition in my heart that if we didn't do as he meant, some kind of terrifying thing might happen..."

"In the end, Mr. George couldn't bear the pressure, pointed the gun at Ms. Anna behind him, and pulled the trigger." "The gun didn't ring. This was another empty chamber."

"Mr. George was like being granted amnesty, handed the gun to Ms. Anna. At this time, Ms. Anna was already scared pale. She took the gun, trembling, pointed the muzzle at Ms. Mary's head, closed her eyes, and pulled the trigger."

"The gun still didn't ring. This shot was still an empty chamber."

"Then it was Ms. Mary who took the gun and pointed the muzzle at me. She apologized to me while pulling the trigger. The sound of the gun rang out, and I didn't even have time to scream before the whole world went black."

"That's all I know."

Shalishali swallowed a mouthful of saliva, her teeth chattering, and said cautiously: "In the darkness where the whole world seemed to have disappeared, I opened my eyes and saw you standing in front of me..."

This is the whole process of what she experienced after she and the other 4 people disappeared.

"Sounds like Russian Roulette?" Xia Yubing fished out a handgun from her bosom. It was also a revolver, but compared to a self-defense tool, this one of hers looked more like a handicraft, with even the handle made of ivory.

Did the ghost pull them 5 people into that empty world just to play a game of gambling with their lives?

Perhaps it just echoed Ning Zhe's previous guess. This ghost didn't have an instant-death rule like Te Rang or Zhaoyou. The one who took away the lives of the dead was not the ghost itself, but those games initiated by the ghost with life as a bet.

Not a single mistake in the content, read it all!

Ning Zhe took the ivory-handled revolver from Xia Yubing's hand and examined it carefully in his hand.

In the silence, a dull thud suddenly came from a seat not far away. A burly corpse wearing a black formal suit appeared in the audience seats, rolling to the ground with a thud.

"Mr. George?!" Shalishali covered her mouth with both hands, unable to help but exclaim.

Ning Zhe clicked the magazine of the revolver out and clicked it back in: "It seems that the result of the second round of the game has also come out."

(End of this chapter)