Someone was startled by the sudden voice and choked on their food, coughing violently as it went down the wrong pipe.
The others also paused what they were doing, waiting for further instructions from the mechanical voice.
“Ding dong—”
“Preparation time is over.”
“Deduction phase begins.”
“Player One, please speak.”
Player One?
Everyone’s gaze circled the table and finally landed on Jian Shi, who was eating unhurriedly.
Jian Shi was Player One. Next to his utensils stood a palm-sized sign with the number one on it.
“Starting with me?”
Jian Shi put down his utensils, wiped the food from his mouth with a napkin, and only then began to speak slowly.
“I’m the Hunter. Whoever messes with me, I’ll take them down with me.”
An Suisui: “???”
He just revealed himself? She knew this guy was unreliable!
An Suisui was silent for a moment, then spoke slowly: “I’m the Hunter’s friend, just an ordinary good person.”
Jian Shi’s hand paused. He turned his face slightly, looking at her with a half-smile.
The Hunter’s friend? She sure knows how to talk.
Anyone who didn’t know better would think the two of them were acquainted.
When it was Player Three’s turn, Xia Xuan was as irritable as ever. She casually said, “I’m not a werewolf,” and said nothing more.
The speaking round continued, but everyone’s statements were either vague or brief, offering little to go on. When it came time to vote, no one knew who to pick, so everyone simply abstained.
This round of discussion was destined to go nowhere.
But this time, the players had learned their lesson. When leaving, they all made sure to take enough food, so they wouldn’t go hungry the next day.
An Suisui quietly observed everyone’s actions but didn’t notice anything unusual for now.
Tonight, though, there was no way the werewolves would stay idle.
Before entering his room, Jian Shi paused. “Be careful tonight.”
With that, he closed his door, leaving it unclear who he was talking to.
At ten o’clock that night, An Suisui suddenly got up from bed, walking barefoot around her room, afraid to miss any sound.
But whether it was because the room was too well soundproofed, she kept watch all night—pressing her ear to the wall and the door—but didn’t hear a thing.
Half-asleep, a loud rooster crow pierced her ears. An Suisui jolted awake, jumping up from the floor.
The moment she opened the door, a strong smell of blood hit her. An Suisui froze, her eyes wide with disbelief.
Someone was dead.
“Ah!!!!”
Tang Zhixin opened his door and got a clear view of the crime scene in the room opposite. His pupils dilated, and a shrill scream escaped uncontrollably from his throat.
During the day, the rooms’ soundproofing had inexplicably disappeared. With such a commotion, there was no way the others wouldn’t be alerted.
Cong Shui, who lived next to Tang Zhixin, was the first to open his door to check what was happening after hearing the scream.
“What’s going on? Screaming like a ghost so early—what the hell!!!”
Player Wu Zhiwen from Room 203 had his door wide open. He himself lay stiffly on the floor, his face ashen, a large pool of bright red blood beneath him, and deep claw marks from a beast on his back, exposing bone.
This…
The other players who came to check couldn’t help but take a step back.
The game… someone actually died?!!!
Such a bloody scene left everyone pale.
“So, people killed by the werewolves really die…”
Wu Zhiwen lay in his room, eyes bulging, mouth slightly open, as if calling for help in his final moments.
The onlookers stood frozen, as if encased in ice.
“Move, you’re blocking the way.”
Jian Shi pushed aside the players in front of him and slowly stepped into Wu Zhiwen’s room.
The room was a mess, gray-white wolf fur everywhere. The table on the balcony had been knocked over. Clearly, Wu Zhiwen and the werewolf had had a desperate chase in the room.
An Suisui steadied herself and followed Jian Shi in to search for clues.
The person was already dead. Unless the Witch saved him, there was no way he’d come back.
An Suisui quickly glanced at Wu Zhiwen’s face.
He really showed no signs of life at all. Could the Witch really bring a dead player back to life?
Did this mean that death in the game wasn’t real death?
While An Suisui and Jian Shi searched the room, the other players lingered at the door, unwilling to leave but too afraid to step inside.
The sun rose, warm light streaming through the window, bringing some comfort to everyone’s hearts.
It’s all fake, just a game, they told themselves.
An Suisui searched thoroughly, her anxiety pushing her to leave no corner unchecked.
Suddenly, in a hidden spot under the bed, she saw a glint of light. An Suisui immediately reached for it, but no matter how she tried, she just couldn’t reach—it was just out of her grasp.
“Heh, short arms~”
Jian Shi stepped past An Suisui and easily picked up the object.
It was a hair tie, decorated with blue flowers—a common accessory for girls.
“Is this yours?”
“It’s not mine!” An Suisui denied immediately. “I wouldn’t have something so childish!”
Childish?
Jian Shi glanced meaningfully at An Suisui’s bunny pajamas. Was there anyone here more childish than her?
An Suisui glared at him. The pajamas were a gift from her mom—what did that have to do with her?
Jian Shi turned around and held the item up for everyone to see. “Whose is this?”
Xia Xuan just glanced at it. “Only little girls use such flashy things.”
A flash of panic crossed Wen Yue’s eyes, and her voice trembled slightly. “N-no, it’s not mine.”
Jian Shi laughed. “So it’s no one’s? Is it one of the men’s, then? Or maybe it belonged to the late Wu Zhiwen?”
When they sat down at the black dining table again, the food before them no longer held any appeal.
The events of the day were still fresh in their minds. If they couldn’t find the killer, they’d never be able to eat or sleep in peace.
People could die.
Their mindset had changed, and the players now took the game much more seriously.
It started with Jian Shi again.
“There are three werewolves among us. Everyone knows that.”
Jian Shi sat calmly in his chair, recounting the day’s findings for everyone.
“First, this hair tie. I doubt any of the men here have a taste for such things, right?”
He swept his gaze over everyone’s faces. Each looked calm, as if the matter had nothing to do with them.
“Second, the footprints. Among the many messy prints at the scene, I found a few that were noticeably smaller than the rest. I think at least one of the three werewolves is a woman. Any objections?”
Everyone stayed silent, even casting subtle glances at the three women present.
Jian Shi left it at that, not directly accusing anyone, giving the others room to draw their own conclusions.
After Jian Shi finished, it was An Suisui’s turn.
An Suisui pressed her lips together. “First, this hair tie isn’t mine. If it were, I would have quietly picked it up the moment I saw it. You wouldn’t have even noticed it.”
She was the first to spot the hair tie. If she were a werewolf, there’d be no point in drawing attention to it.
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