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Yan Qing was somewhat surprised, as it seemed that Tan Ming and Zhang Liu were not very familiar with each other. However, Tan Ming did not elaborate further.
"Oh," Yan Qing responded. He pondered in his mind why Zhang Liu and Tan Ming, having just come from somewhere, would have anything left unsaid that needed to be discussed at this moment.
Tan Ming looked at him and asked, "Aren't you curious?"
Curious about what? How he knew Zhang Liu? What was there to be curious about? But Tan Ming's gaze was fixed on the row of monitors in front of them.
Yan Qing realized that Tan Ming was not referring to his acquaintance with Zhang Liu.
"Curious about what?" Yan Qing asked, his cheeks bulging as he bit into a sausage.
"I'm curious about what I said to Fan Xiaonan here," Tan Ming replied, his eyes turning toward him.
What was there to be curious about? Yan Qing thought to himself; if Tan Ming had something to tell him, he would have done so long ago.
Tan Ming smiled slightly, a hint of helplessness in his expression. "Actually, I shouldn't have kept this from you." Saying this, he took something out of his pocket.
At first, Yan Qing didn't think much of it when he saw the object, but upon closer inspection, his eyes widened in disbelief.
Cough! Yan Qing choked on the food in his mouth and nearly gagged.
Tan Ming quickly put the object away and hurriedly fetched a bottle of water from his bag for him.
Yan Qing patted his chest vigorously, trying to ease the discomfort. After gulping down several sips of water, he finally felt a bit better.
"Why did you do that?" Yan Qing asked once he caught his breath.
"Because I wanted to test whether the rules defined by the system are unchanging," Tan Ming said seriously, determination evident in his gaze.
"I also wanted to know if there was any possibility of this."
"Did you find out?" Yan Qing pressed eagerly.
"I did."
The observers for this round of voting included: Prophet, Sorcerer, Traveler, Spellcaster, Artisan, Werewolf, Doctor, and Mage.
Yan Qing suddenly realized that Tan Ming's actions had attracted so many observers.
Yan Qing took a deep breath, his mind racing with thoughts. These envoys were only names, but where were the people? Where were they hiding?
Anyone could be the murderer, and the chances of those who had never appeared being the culprit were even greater. Including himself.
With this realization, finding the killer became even more difficult.
Tan Ming's expression darkened as he said firmly, "Even if it's hard, we have to find them."
Yan Qing remained silent, quietly opening a pack of beef jerky and began to chew. When he ate, he was unusually quiet.
Seeing Yan Qing so engrossed in his food, Tan Ming also took a small bite. He wasn't as hungry as Yan Qing; after becoming an envoy, although his appetite had increased, the intervals between his hunger pangs had lengthened.
At that moment, Yan Qing rummaged through his bag and pulled out half a pack of cookies. He distinctly remembered putting in a whole pack; he didn't like cookies much, so he only took one bag. How did it turn into half a bag?
"I clearly remember it being a full pack," Yan Qing said, confusion etched on his face.
Tan Ming observed the torn edge of the packaging and fell into deep thought. Normally, people would tear open a package along the edge or along the perforation line, but this was the first time he had seen someone tear open a package from the middle.
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