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His hair stood on end, shimmering faintly in the dim light.
Everyone was taken aback by this sudden transformation, retreating several meters in fear.
Dr. Wang seemed unwilling to believe it; he opened his mouth and after a long pause asked, "Why is this happening?" His voice was somewhat hoarse.
"Wolfman!" Zhang Liu's pupils dilated in shock, his voice trembling as he struggled to maintain his balance. The werewolf was still alive!
Zhang Liu was not the only one surprised; the other messengers were equally stunned. What was going on?
Tan Ming glanced at Yan Qing's claws, recalling how they had looked the first time he witnessed his transformation, which was strikingly similar to the current state. So, Yan Qing had been hiding the fact that he was the Wolf Messenger?
In an instant, he seemed to understand why Yan Qing would rather deceive him than reveal the truth. Because the truth was too cruel!
Suppressing the tearing pain in his back, he took one difficult step after another toward Yan Qing. His mind raced with thoughts.
At that moment, his first instinct was to think about how to protect Yan Qing. The Wolf Messenger identity that Yan Qing had concealed was that of a werewolf, and thus the so-called Hours must feed once—not due to being bitten by a cat, but stemming from his identity as a werewolf.
And Zhang Liu had deduced that the culprit was a werewolf. Therefore, Yan Qing was the culprit.
Yan Qing was the culprit.
Culprit.
Tan Ming realized that there was nothing he could say to defend him, and it felt as if an invisible hand had tightly grasped his heart.
But what if he thought about it differently? If Yan Qing were not a werewolf, then Zhang Liu's conclusion that the werewolf was the culprit would be overturned. Under this premise, Zhang Liu's assertion that Dr. Wang was also a culprit had already faced strong skepticism from others.
If Yan Qing was not the murderer, then the authenticity of Zhang Liu's so-called predictive ability became extremely questionable. His gaze was sharp as an arrow, piercing directly towards Zhang Liu. The hearts of Yan Qing, Zhang Liu, and Tan Ming were in turmoil, bouncing back and forth between the two.
For a moment, he felt dizzy. At that moment, Zhang Liu's face was as pale as paper, devoid of color. He watched Tan Ming anxiously approach Yan Qing, reaching out to stop him from getting closer.
"Senior, don't go forward." His eyes darkened, filled with apprehension as he looked at Yan Qing.
Initially, when Zhang Liu predicted that the murderer was a werewolf, he had no specific target in mind and only found Dr. Wang suspicious. On the first day Dr. Wang came to school, no one knew him well; his sudden appearance in the teaching building felt too coincidental. Thus, he left clues related to the werewolf with Zheng Lou to test Dr. Wang's reaction, which ultimately dispelled his suspicions.
He had no thoughts about anyone else until Zheng Lou's push led to a vote among the Messengers. Some previously unseen Messengers gathered to observe the voting process, and he began to suspect that hidden Messengers were lurking nearby—possibly even in their meeting room.
With so many people present in the meeting room, everyone’s identity could be verified except for Qi Qiuluo and Yan Qing, who were not Messengers. His first suspicion fell on Qi Qiuluo; although Qi Qiuluo was peculiar, he was certain that Qi Qiuluo was not the murderer because Tan Ming hadn’t found a Red Card on him.
That left only one possibility: Yan Qing. On the surface, Yan Qing appeared harmless and had a close relationship with Tan Ming, making him the last person Zhang Liu suspected. However, after they voted to eliminate the werewolf last time, their doubts about him dissipated. They all believed that no one could escape the system's Disciplinary Action; during the voting process, everything in the restaurant had been calm, and Yan Qing remained unscathed.
Thus, he speculated that Yan Qing was not a werewolf but could be another Messenger. Now that Yan Qing's identity as a werewolf was exposed, all contradictions pointed back at him.
He turned around and scanned the astonished faces of the Messengers before shouting sternly: "Vote quickly! Eliminate the werewolf!"
Yan Qing's nostrils flared as his eyes shimmered with a dark glow; an overwhelming rage erupted from within him. It was as if a primal desire had been unleashed from deep inside—a beast finally breaking free from its cage after being imprisoned for so long.
His sense of smell sharpened instantly; the scent of humanity became an intense stimulant that stirred his heart and ignited his anger into an uncontrollable blaze. The figures of humans grew increasingly blurred in his vision until they transformed into enticing chunks of meat that carried an irresistible aroma.
He could not resist the alluring scent.
His mouth involuntarily produced a copious amount of saliva, which trickled down the corners of his lips and dripped onto the ground. His body moved uncontrollably toward the person in front of him.
Ah! Qi Qiuluo watched in terror as the formidable Gray Wolf lunged at him, his heart racing in fear, and he let out a piercing scream. But his body was firmly gripped by Yan Qing's sharp claws, as Yan Qing leaned in close to his neck, mouth open to reveal razor-sharp fangs, and bit down hard.
Qi Qiuluo screamed in agony, pushing with all his might to shove Yan Qing away.
Yan Qing's gaze instantly turned ferocious, like two sharp blades capable of slicing through a person's very soul. He sprang forward with incredible speed, launching himself at others around him.
The crowd gasped in shock and scrambled to evade him.
"Yan Qing!" Tan Ming pushed past Zhang Liu, disregarding everything to rush forward.
Upon seeing him, Yan Qing exhaled a puff of warm air and slowly approached. He thrust his foreleg forward, pressing his claws against Tan Ming's chest, digging his nails into the flesh beneath. His fluffy head leaned closer to Tan Ming's neck, sniffing intently, while his dark, piercing gaze locked onto him with an icy chill.
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