Li Yang was almost confused by No. 6's series of remarks. It could be said that if Mo Qing had not told her her identity as a werewolf and she had no means, she would definitely not have been able to point out the wolf pit almost completely correctly in her second speech.
This isn't even a complete two rounds of speeches; the second round is only halfway through.
Just when everyone thought No. 6's speech was about to end, he spoke again.
"If number 8 has a 70 percent chance of being a wolf, then number 3 has a 90 percent chance of being a wolf."
Number 3, who hadn't recovered from the previous operation, responded: "!"
He subconsciously wanted to refute and retort, but just as he was about to open his mouth, he saw a strange figure in a white robe slowly emerging from the main seat.
There was no other way, he could only abide by the rules and remain silent, praying in his heart that No. 6 lacked logic and could not convince others.
"Originally, I was only 50% suspicious of No. 3, but his words just now have made me believe he is a werewolf because he is looking for God."
"I've played Werewolf so many times, and players who get the Werewolf card usually have two reactions. One is the extroverted type, actively leading the game with logic and throwing mud, or even pretending to be a priest. The other is the introverted type, which is commonly known as paddling."
"According to what No. 3 said, he needs others to return the votes, which means he has secretly claimed the identity of a villager. However, as a villager is the position most vulnerable to resistance, he will not easily express himself. I think his play style is more like that of an open-eyed player..."
A beeping sound rang out in the house without warning. The man in white robe pressed the remote control in his hand strangely, and the sound stopped.
"Player 6's speaking time has ended, Player 8 begins speaking."
Number 8 took her time fixing her hair. "I agree with some of what Number 6 said. It's true that the first speaker is the most likely to be ignored, but I know my cards well. Today is only the third day, so I'll naturally give you more important information tomorrow. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Li Yang leaned back in his chair and listened with interest. What this meant was that she had a status, and from the description, her status seemed to be closer to that of a prophet.
Is he preparing to play the prophet tomorrow?
"As for Number 3, he's certainly a big shot in my eyes. Number 1 is more like a hunter, so he's fearless and wants to find a god to surrender with him. That's normal, but Number 3 claims to be a villager and is eager to find a priesthood. That's unreasonable. If you can't find a priesthood, I will throw you into the Iron Wolf Pit."
After Number 8 finished speaking, he looked at the strange figure in the white robe in front of him and said, "If I am willing to give him my speaking time, it should be possible, right?"
The man in white robe nodded strangely, "Okay."
"Then you speak, No. 3." No. 8 glanced at No. 3.
Teammate, whether you can survive depends entirely on whether you can seize this opportunity.
From the moment No. 6 finished speaking, it was obvious that this round was aimed at eliminating No. 3, and the speeches of others were no longer that important.
Now No. 3 has only one choice to avoid being kicked out, and that is to pretend to be a priest. The best choice is a witch, followed by the god of love, and this choice can kill two birds with one stone.
If no one comes out to expose him, he can keep this position; if someone exposes him, others will not kick him out now.
Of course, the premise is that there is nothing wrong with him speaking.
The good news is that No. 3 understood what No. 8 meant.
The bad news is, he opened his mouth and said: "Of course I have an identity! I am a prophet."
No. 8: "…?"
I just hinted to others that I am a prophet, and now you say you are a prophet? I can't get any help from you.
Others: "…?"
Now they can also see that the possibility that No. 3 is a wolf has skyrocketed.
Number 8 immediately cut off the right to speak that was temporarily lent to him, "Alright, no need to say anything, you're out, just pass."
The four people behind her completed this step quickly, just as she said.
The strange process in white robes also moved quite quickly: "The voting phase begins."
After everyone placed their blocks, its upper body stretched out again, looked at their options, and then returned to its original position, leaving a ticket on the board:
1, 2, 5, 6, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12 → 3
No. 3 abstained from voting and was eliminated with all votes.
The man in white robe turned his head and looked at him strangely: "You have one minute to make your last words."
"Fuck you!"
No. 3 never expected that he would die so quickly and suddenly. In the end, the few people started voting without even giving him a chance to argue, and one of them was even his teammate.
Don't you want to find a way to rescue him?
Thinking of No. 8 who suddenly changed his mind and started stepping on him, quickly passing Mo Qing who left no chance for survival, and No. 5 who remained silent but voted without hesitation, the thought of dying together grew wildly in his heart.
"Do you have teammates like you? Huh?! Since you want me to die, then no one else can live. Let me tell you, my teammates are..."
Click——
The blood splattered far away, staining the door of the conference room scarlet.
The man in white robes slowly retracted his arms, which had become extremely long and snake-like, and said in a cold voice, "You will not tolerate any behavior that disrupts the game or cheats in front of me."
No. 3's body fell to the ground and was dragged away by a strange man who arrived quickly with a big knife.
Mo Qing clicked his tongue twice and was about to say that this guy was simply stupid, when he suddenly felt as if someone was staring at him.
He looked up and met the hostile gaze of No. 1.
"?"
What was that look? He hadn't had any contact with him.
No. 1 quickly turned his gaze to No. 8 again, his eyes a little anxious, as if he had something to say to her.
Mo Qing vaguely felt that his werewolf identity should have been discovered by No. 1, so he wanted No. 8, who was suspected to be a prophet, to check and kill him.
But how did this guy find out?
While thinking, Mo Qing remembered that he felt the breath of other humans on the way back to the cabin after discussing with No. 8 last night, and guessed that it should be werewolves from other groups.
No. 1 must have made some transactions with them, so he got the information.
As for why he didn't say it in public now, it was probably because the man in white robe had just said strangely that disrupting the game and cheating were not allowed.
He wasn't sure if cooperating with other groups of players was considered cheating. He was afraid that he would die if he told others about it, so he asked the prophet to check. It was the best option to legitimately issue a check and kill.
After the man in white robe announced that they could move freely, Mo Qing winked at Li Yang, then went back to the wooden house first and quietly ran to Li Yang's house to wait.
About half an hour later, Li Yang came back with a bag of bread and jam.
Mo Qing's eyes lit up, and he was about to speak when the red-haired girl fiercely unscrewed the lid of the jam and spoke before he could.
"You want me to poison number 1?"
"???"
"How did you know?" Mo Qing stealthily took out a piece of bread from the bag and dipped it in jam with a playful smile. "I understand. We are in tune with each other."
Li Yang exclaimed, "You can't try to rip off my intelligence."
No. 1's behavior was too obvious. She had suspected it yesterday, and No. 8 had already said that he was most likely a hunter card. Even if Mo Qing didn't say it, she was planning to poison No. 1.
"Isn't your intelligence influenced by me?"
"The only thing that smells bad about you is athlete's foot."
Mo Qing: "…"
I was so upset, she spread rumors about me!!!
If it weren't for the live broadcast, he would really question her, where did his weird athlete's foot come from! !