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"You’re not outside, so you know where he is now and how he’s doing?" Qi Qiuluo crossed her arms, feeling that he was thinking too simply about the situation.
He seemed to have never realized that his indifferent attitude was the most hurtful of all.
"I don’t know," Tan Ming admitted frankly.
Qi Qiuluo let out a sarcastic laugh, thinking he was just like everyone else.
"But I won’t let him die," Tan Ming continued, his tone resolute.
"On what basis do you have such confidence?" Qi Qiuluo raised her voice.
Tan Ming's gaze sharpened. "I have my ways." He felt he had an eighty to ninety percent chance of success.
Yan Qing noted that there was no other way but to leave.
First, Zhang Liu had predicted during the first round that the werewolf was Killer Clue, and now Yan Qing had taken on the appearance of a werewolf; this would only raise further doubts about his identity among the others.
Secondly, he couldn’t speak on behalf of Yan Qing.
The two of them were too close, which diminished the credibility of his defense. If he defended Yan Qing, it would indirectly acknowledge that Zhang Liu's prediction was wrong.
When Zhang Liu predicted Xiao Wang Yi as the murderer, his accuracy had already been called into question; if he made consecutive wrong predictions, then there would be issues with Zhang Liu himself.
At that point, either Yan Qing or Zhang Liu would be rejected by the group. It would either be Yan Qing leaving or Zhang Liu being voted out.
Before long, Zhang Liu would be dead. Afterward, whether Zhang Liu left the restaurant or sought shelter, he would still face death because those mutated plants and animals outside would devour him without leaving a bone behind.
Yan Qing was different; in his werewolf form, he had a one hundred sixty percent chance of survival.
Although he had known Zhang Liu for several years and Yan Qing for only a few days, he didn’t want anything to happen to either of them. However, compared to Zhang Liu, Yan Qing had a higher chance of safety in leaving.
He did not believe that Yan Qing was the murderer because even Yan Qing himself didn’t know if he was guilty; his goal from the beginning had always been to dismantle this system.
Perhaps the real murderer possessed some unique ability that could alter the Prophet's predictions as well.
If he wanted to be right, then the killer would manipulate the Prophet's predictions to incite the others to vote for a kill, thus achieving his own goals. Without a doubt, Yan Qing was the first unfortunate soul chosen.
As Yan Qing left, it solidified the belief among the others that he was indeed the killer. The vote to eliminate the werewolf was inevitable. Although they could not vote to kill the werewolf at that moment, it was certain that the werewolf would eventually be voted out; in essence, it was as if the werewolf had already been eliminated.
After taking care of the werewolf, who would be the next unfortunate victim? Comparatively speaking, Xiao Wang Yi seemed more vulnerable and marginalized. However, what the killer did not anticipate was that Xiao Wang Yi could prove his innocence through Jiang Jie and the Lie Detector.
At this point, the killer had to reassess his target. Tan Ming had Zhang Liu use their last chance to predict the killer's identity in order to reduce the likelihood of being misled by the true killer. Once they could no longer use the Prophet, who would the killer focus on?
At this moment, everyone firmly believed that Yan Qing was the killer and had no other thoughts. They began to verify this belief piece by piece. Therefore, it was an opportune time for the killer to strike again.
And so, there was a fire. The flames roared and mercilessly consumed more than half of their supplies, leaving them in a precarious situation and significantly heightening their sense of danger.
Clearly, the killer also turned suspicion towards Li Jianping, branding him with a label of guilt. As long as the killer was among them, he would not stop sowing doubt among them.
Qi Qiuluo had no desire to speak further with Tan Ming at that moment; in his heart, he felt that Tan Ming could never understand the pain of being abandoned. And he secretly resolved not to say anything until the very last moment.
With that, Qi Qiuluo turned and walked away. Tan Ming watched his departing figure with a heavy heart. Deep down, he harbored a lingering question: why did the killer want Qi Qiuluo dead? Why did the killer spare Li Jianping, who was also a cook among them, yet target Qi Qiuluo?
Qi Qiuluo's actions were filled with too many perplexing and suspicious elements.
"What troubles you?" Tan Ming asked him directly, catching him off guard.
Qi Qiuluo turned around, a thought crossing his mind, and he smiled slightly as he replied, "Once these few hours pass and Yan Qing is indeed still alive, perhaps I can tell you something."
"He won't be," Tan Ming asserted firmly.
"I hope he won't be."
Qi Qiuluo was aware of many secrets, such as what the murderer looked like and who the arsonist truly was, but he dared not reveal them easily. He did not understand how he had been exposed; it seemed he had already been secretly targeted by someone.
As for that hidden murderer, he was not confident in his ability to confront them. None of the higher-ups believed him, so at times like this, playing dumb was the wisest choice. However, since the murderer could track him down through some clues and even set a fire in an attempt to kill him without raising any alarms, it was clear that the murderer had been watching him for a long time.
In this situation, any careless move on his part could lead to being targeted again by the murderer. Qi Qiuluo shoved his hands into his pockets tightly. No one was closer to death than he was. He had not been fortunate enough to escape death multiple times.
He recalled that person speaking in this very room: "I know you are innocent, but who isn't innocent? Come on, I just want to kill one of you three. It's unfortunate for the other two that they chose to come at this time. But I won't let you all die; you don't know anything yet. Dying now would be too regrettable." The person's tone was filled with regret.
He watched as that person's stiff face twitched slightly, and two words escaped their lips: "Turn around."
After uttering those words, the room felt as if it were a flat painting being crumpled and crushed into dust. It was the first time Qi Qiuluo felt his will was so fragile, as if his memories were being forcibly stripped away, like his brain was being torn apart.
It was an indescribable pain, and he watched helplessly as he fell into hell without any means of rescue. Li Jianping and Xu Le displayed expressions of agony and ferocity on their faces. Yet they were not as fortunate as him; they had not retained even a shred of willpower to remember what had happened.
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