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After a moment of silence, the Master Ban furrowed his brow, deep in thought and weighing his options.
Shen Jianghuan was also conflicted, her gaze drifting among the crowd as she pressed her lips tightly together.
Jiang Jie spoke up, "I trust Zhang Liu. His identity as a Prophet allows him to predict the killer's identity, and I am more inclined to believe him. If anyone doubts what he says, I can use a Lie Detector on him right here." As she spoke, she pulled out a small camera.
The camera looked somewhat outdated, its dusty gray color and large dual lenses resembling the sunken eye sockets of a skeleton. Its overall style harked back to a design that had become popular about ten years ago.
Shen Jianghuan recognized it immediately as a mage's tool—the Lie Detector camera. When a mage used the Lie Detector camera, the flash for lying would emit red light, while the flash for truth would glow green.
As soon as she identified Jiang Jie’s role, her mind quickly constructed a model of the Lie Detector camera. Since it could provide clarity, why not use it? This way, everyone’s votes wouldn’t be blind. Fan Xiaonan said, folding his arms across his chest.
His presence was minimal; if he hadn’t spoken up, no one would have noticed he was there. Suddenly, his suspicion seemed significant, especially since he was the only envoy present who lived in the dormitory.
"Wait," Dr. Wang interrupted, looking up at everyone. Earlier in the conference room, the Prophet had predicted that the killer left behind written clues, but now the mage claimed that the Prophet could predict who the killer was. If the Prophet could indeed predict this, why did he mention written clues? I want to know what’s going on here.
Dr. Wang narrowed his eyes, a glint of sharpness in his gaze. The others exchanged glances.
Then they all realized—Zhang Liu hadn’t initially claimed he could predict who the killer was! But why could he do so now?
There was only one truth: someone was lying.
Zhang Liu admitted, "Yes, I lied before. I can indeed accurately predict who the killer is."
Everyone gasped in surprise.
"Then why did you say that the killer left written clues in the Administrative Building?" Dr. Wang’s gaze fixed on him, as if searching for an answer with cold scrutiny.
Zhang Liu remained calm and unflinching in their confrontation. "Because at first, I didn’t believe you."
Among those present, you were the only one we knew nothing about. Who can prove that your actions were merely a test for me? Dr. Wang scrutinized him meticulously.
For some reason, Yan Qing found this strange; he felt that the assertive and rational Dr. Wang before him was somewhat different from the person he had first encountered.
Tan Ming tossed his phone to Dr. Wang; on its screen was their chat history with Zhang Liu—essentially discussing testing Dr. Wang.
Dr. Wang examined their conversation and adjusted his glasses before returning the phone to Tan Ming. He shrugged at everyone and said, "Alright then, I have no more doubts." His expression remained calm; he wasn’t upset by Zhang Liu and Tan Ming’s impolite testing of him.
Shen Jianghuan expressed his belief in Jiang Jie, suggesting that having her test the Messenger Tool would lend more credibility to the situation. Everyone supported this idea.
As Jiang Jie took out her camera and snapped a picture of Zhang Liu, Yan Qing leaned forward and noticed Dr. Wang busily jotting down notes with a pen in his hand. With everyone eagerly anticipating the outcome, Jiang Jie asked if the Prophet's prediction that the killer was a werewolf was false.
Yan Qing's expression turned tense at the mention of this, his hands clenched tightly within his sleeves. The camera clicked, and a flash of green light illuminated the room. Yan Qing's face became particularly complex in that moment.
Zhang Liu had not lied. Everyone saw the striking green light. The Master Ban glanced around at the group, hesitating to speak. It seemed everyone had an inkling of what was to come; those who wished to vote could now proceed. Tan Ming stated calmly, as if he had anticipated this outcome.
Now, only a few remained indecisive; most of the messengers had made up their minds. The Red Cards in front of Zhang Liu and Jiang Jie lit up first, followed closely by Shen Jianghuan's Red Card.
A minute later, a unified voice announced the voting results: the Prophet voted to kill the werewolf; the Mage voted to kill the werewolf; the Spellcaster voted to kill the werewolf; and the Witch voted to kill the werewolf.
Yan Qing's expression darkened significantly. It was no surprise that Tan Ming also voted for the werewolf, as even he had begun to doubt it himself. It was over, he thought.
In the next moment, it was declared that the werewolf had received the most votes, and execution would commence! The cold, merciless voice echoed once more.
Yan Qing felt an overwhelming surge of heat wash over him, as if it carried an endless sense of pressure and destructive power. Just as this wave was about to engulf him completely, Yan Qing gripped his Red Card tightly in his pocket, his knuckles turning pale from the strain. Inside, he screamed in desperation: Use Werewolf Shield! Counter it!
He silently shouted, and if anyone could peer into his thoughts at that moment, they would surely be deafened by his inner roar.
The surroundings were enveloped in a deathly silence, as if time itself had come to a standstill in that moment.
One minute later.
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