After a pause, An Suisui continued, “Secondly, I agree with Jian Shi’s deduction.”
She didn’t say anything more at this point—it still wasn’t the right time to reveal her identity as the Seer.
Xia Xuan, for once, quietly listened to someone finish speaking. She could tell that this game was no joke.
“I’ve said before, flashy things like that definitely aren’t mine. You all know what my style is—anyone with eyes can see it.”
Except for Jian Shi, all the players here were wearing pajamas, and Xia Xuan was no exception.
Generally speaking, pajamas reflect their owner’s personality to some extent. Xia Xuan’s red nightdress was bold and sexy, just like her fiery hair, and it really didn’t match that light blue hair tie.
Now, everyone’s gaze fell on Wen Yue.
So far, Wen Yue was the most suspicious of all.
Nervously clutching her fingers, Wen Yue hadn’t even been called on to speak, but she took the initiative, “No, that’s not mine either.”
She denied it, but the panic on her face was impossible to hide. She even wanted to look up and ask the others for help, but for some reason, she quickly lowered her head again.
Wen Yue wasn’t good at lying.
Cong Shui stared at her for a while, then said slowly, “But Wen Yue, I remember you were wearing something on your hand. Where is it now?”
Wen Yue’s whole body stiffened. She slowly looked up at Cong Shui, who was sitting across from her, and after a long time, managed to say, “I didn’t bring it out of my room.”
The other players clearly didn’t believe this answer. Wen Yue’s slip was too obvious, especially compared to the other two werewolves, who were much better at hiding.
Wen Yue was the first player to be voted out.
She sat in her chair, her vision blurred with tears, but she couldn’t say a single word in her own defense.
The waiting felt especially long, and Wen Yue’s anxiety gradually spread to the others.
Cong Shui wanted to say something to lighten the mood, but the next second, Wen Yue’s body suddenly trembled, and she abruptly shifted from three dimensions to two.
Then, as a flat image, Wen Yue was slowly erased by a rubber eraser, disappearing without a trace.
Cong Shui’s slightly amused expression froze instantly, his mind going blank.
An Suisui instinctively gripped her bunny plushie tighter, her eyelashes trembling.
This was even more shocking than seeing Wu Zhiwen’s corpse.
After dinner, most people returned to their rooms, with only a few still wandering outside.
An Suisui went to Wen Yue’s room. It was as if Wen Yue had been completely erased—there wasn’t a single trace of her left.
Tap, tap, tap.
Jian Shi slowly approached An Suisui. “Who did you check last night?”
He didn’t seem affected at all, just as carefree as ever.
An Suisui snapped out of it, scratching her head in frustration. “It was Wu Zhiwen. He was a villager.”
Jian Shi raised an eyebrow. “Why were you all so focused on him?”
He could understand the werewolves targeting Wu Zhiwen, but even An Suisui, the Seer, had checked his identity. Was there something special about him?
An Suisui felt a bit embarrassed. “Actually, not really…”
She didn’t know why the werewolves targeted him, but she’d checked him because Wu Zhiwen’s aura was gloomy, he didn’t talk much, and his gaze was always a bit sinister—he really gave off werewolf vibes.
Before the werewolves made a move, she didn’t have any better options, so she could only check the most conspicuous people first.
Like Jian Shi.
Jian Shi: “…Check Xia Xuan tonight.”
An Suisui had been thinking the same thing.
There were clearly women’s footprints in Wu Zhiwen’s room, but no one could guarantee they were all left by the same person.
If the other woman happened to be a werewolf too, they might overlook her due to their own assumptions.
But speaking of which, isn’t the Witch supposed to be able to save people? Why didn’t she act? Is it that people killed by werewolves can’t be saved? But the rules say it’s possible, so what’s really going on?
An Suisui was troubled by this question all night. If she hadn’t checked Wu Zhiwen’s identity in advance, she would have thought the first person killed was the Witch herself.
That would explain why she didn’t get a chance to save herself.
Day four, 7:00 a.m. sharp.
The players all opened their doors at the same time, breathing a sigh of relief when they saw their neighbors across the hall.
Only Qian Ming was stunned, because the door to the room opposite his was open, but there was no one inside.
“Where’s Cong Shui?”
His question drew everyone’s attention. They gathered at Cong Shui’s door, craning their necks to look inside, but there was no sign of him.
“Cong Shui? Cong Shui!”
Qian Ming called out a few times at the door, but got no response.
What was going on?
Even if Cong Shui was dead, there should at least be a body.
An Suisui, being petite, couldn’t squeeze in no matter how hard she tried. She shouted a few times, but no one heard her, and her face turned red with frustration.
Someone grabbed her by the back of her collar—she thought she heard Jian Shi’s silent laughter.
“If you’re not going in, don’t block the door.”
Jian Shi’s words carried more authority than An Suisui’s. Those who wanted to watch but didn’t dare enter quickly made way.
Cong Shui’s room was just like Wu Zhiwen’s yesterday, covered in gray wolf fur. The werewolves had clearly been there.
But where was Cong Shui?
The two of them searched the entire room, and finally found a clue by the bed.
Cong Shui’s bed was unusually heavy.
Working together, they lifted the whole bed. The headboard fell forward, and someone rolled out from underneath—it was the missing Cong Shui.
“Cong Shui? Cong Shui! Wake up, are you still alive?”
Cong Shui looked exhausted. Hearing their voices, he barely managed to open his eyes.
“I… I survived?”
It turned out Cong Shui, like An Suisui, had blocked the door with heavy furniture. When he saw the doorknob turning, he hid in a spot he’d prepared in advance, enduring the whole night until the werewolves left at dawn.
“The werewolves kept pacing around my room. If my hiding place hadn’t been well concealed, I’d definitely be a corpse by now. Why is this game so cruel?”
Cong Shui broke down in tears. The others silently turned away—it was hard to imagine what a grown man had gone through last night to end up like this.
Jian Shi lifted the headboard for a look.
The headboard was quite thick, with a slight forward curve just big enough to hide a person. Cong Shui only needed to remove a small part of the wood to crawl in from below, making it hard to find him.
It really was a good hiding spot, but it could only be used once, and spending a whole night in there was far from comfortable.
Judging by Cong Shui’s stiff limbs, that much was clear.
“Did you see what they looked like?” Jian Shi asked.
Cong Shui shook his head. “From where I was, I couldn’t see outside. And if you don’t hide in advance, there’s no way to escape them.”
Having narrowly escaped death, Cong Shui was extremely agitated. “I don’t believe the werewolves didn’t leave any clues. I demand a search of all the players’ rooms!”
This request was a bit abrupt, but under the circumstances, no one could object to privacy concerns. After all, these were just temporary lodgings for a few days, with no personal belongings—what privacy was there to speak of?
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