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Mafia Game_10: I Will Execute You (1)

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"Well, it's finally time to vote. So, shall we catch the evil mafia?"

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"Evil...? I..."

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"Everyone, please gather in front of the execution chamber."

Upon hearing this, the participants hurriedly rushed to the execution grounds. They were all trembling with anxiety. Some feared their mafia affiliations would be exposed, while others feared they would be falsely accused and killed.

It's unclear who's trembling with anxiety and why, or who will eventually step foot on that execution ground, but one thing is certain: they, too, will soon kill.

Citizens are also in the same situation as the mafia, killing others to survive, and they will end up killing someone like the mafia anyway.

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"Does everyone have anything to say?"

Yoongi spoke each syllable with greater composure than anyone else. There was not a single tremble in his voice.

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"It seems like Mr. Yoongi has the most. What do you want to say?"

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"Let me start with a quick question. What were you all doing at midnight last night, when Mr. Hwang Hyeon-jin died?"

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"Wait, how do you know it's exactly 12 o'clock? Did you shoot? That gun?"

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"Didn't you all hear that loud gunshot?"

Yoon-gi answered Jong-in's question with a laugh as if he found it ridiculous.

And Jong-in touched the back of his neck with his hand as if he was embarrassed.

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"So, answer the question: What were you all doing?"

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"I was sleeping. I was so tired."

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"me too..."

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"me too."

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"Wouldn't most of them have been asleep? And who would ask such a question if they had something to worry about and told the truth?"

Joohyun couldn't understand Yoonki asking a question that could easily lead to a lie, so she cut in before the rest of the people could speak.

After a brief silence, Seokjin asked the next question.

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"Then I have a question. Does this vote necessarily send someone to that execution ground?"

Seokjin's question couldn't be answered by the other contestants, because they didn't know either.

The participants, as if they had made a promise, kept hitting the speaker where the host's voice was always heard, demanding answers.

Then, after a while, the host's voice was heard.

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"Let me answer that question. Someone has to be put on this executioner's block. If the majority is to live, the minority must be sacrificed, right?"

The host's last words echoed the words he'd been repeating until his ears were worn out. He'd threaten to kill anyone who didn't comply.

After the host's words, silence continued again.

Then the host began to urge them.

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"You have 10 minutes. Make your decision quickly."

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"What should I do...?"

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"Ah..then let's vote..."

For the first time, Yoongi stuttered, looking flustered. Then, Seokjin raised his hand in the middle of his sentence, and Yoongi stopped talking.

At this, everyone's eyes turned to Seokjin.

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"Kill me."

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