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Yan Qing remained silent, observing like a bystander.
Shen Jianghuan spoke up, his voice cold. "You say you're not the killer, but why did you destroy the information on Zheng Lou's computer?"
"Big Sister, I only destroyed the information related to the Dormitory Residents. I didn't erase anything else!" He exclaimed, running his hands through his hair in frustration. "I only got rid of the list because I didn't want my name exposed. But I swear, I'm not the killer! Especially after seeing He Zhengwei die right there in the square—it's only natural to be scared!"
"Then how do you explain this?" Zhang Liu pushed Wang Xiaoyan's personal information in front of him.
Fan Xiaonan looked bewildered, his eyes wide. "What is this?"
"This appeared after you destroyed it."
"Huh? But I only destroy things!"
Fan Xiaonan's reaction seemed genuine, not feigned. However, Tan Ming, Yan Qing, and Qi Qiuluo had all witnessed Wang Xiaoyan's file appearing after Fan Xiaonan left the archives.
Qi Qiuluo leaned back in his chair, casually resting his hand on his face, sighing. "I thought we were solving a problem, but it seems like we're just uncovering more."
"What should we do now?" Master Ban asked.
"What about Fan Xiaonan?"
"Undoubtedly, he has a lot of suspicion surrounding him."
"We can't vote yet; for now, he remains a suspect," Tan Ming stated.
Everyone nodded in agreement.
Zhang Liu glanced at the clock, his expression serious. "We have just over ten minutes left; we need to focus on our safety before we can officially vote to eliminate the killer."
At this point, everyone’s demeanor grew serious. Even the usually carefree Qi Qiuluo straightened up and abandoned his nonchalant attitude.
When the time comes, all remaining students will gather in the cafeteria. Please be cautious; the killer might hide among the crowd there. Stay alert and avoid being caught off guard. Additionally, I want to remind everyone that our Messenger Tools can only be used three times, each with a time limit. So use them wisely and only when absolutely necessary—don’t waste them. We've only survived a day and a half of these Ten Days; we still have a tough road ahead." Zhang Liu concluded heavily, surveying everyone with a serious gaze.
After he finished speaking, Ke Jianping raised his hand.
"Um, I’d like to add something," Ke Jianping cleared his throat and continued. "We’ve moved all the food stored in several cafeterias to one central location. This was thanks to Tan Ming’s foresight. However, I have some unfortunate news: all the food available can only sustain eight hundred people for eight days—this doesn’t even account for us Messengers who each eat as much as ten people." His face was filled with concern.
"I remember when the school was closed due to the flu, the food stored in the school lasted for a week," Yan Qing said.
At that time, it was provided for all the teachers and students. They had known about the closure in advance, so the vendors had stocked up on plenty of vegetables, and there was no need to worry about spoilage since there were refrigerators. But what about us? Ke Jianping shrugged helplessly and sighed.
"What about rice?" Shen Jianghuan asked. She recalled that the school cafeteria used to buy rice in bulk, truckloads at a time.
This girl hit the nail on the head. As for rice, we do have a lot of it, but when the power goes out and we can't use electricity, we can only rely on gas. However, not long ago, the school initiated a safety campaign that limited cafeteria vendors to using no more than a certain amount of gas—only a few kilograms per canister, which means just two canisters. Some owners, trying to save costs, replaced gas with electric appliances. We searched the entire school and found only ten canisters. Ten may sound like a lot, but you have to understand that none of them are full; many are already nearly half-used. Ke Jianping shook his head helplessly as he spoke.
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