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The crowd did not think much of it. Instead, they grew even more united.
Tan Ming walked up to the person who was shouting the loudest and grabbed him by the throat, his expression cold. "If I kill you, would you be willing?"
His imposing presence frightened everyone. The man being choked was terrified, shaking his head frantically.
Tan Ming released his grip and glanced at the crowd. "You don't want to die? Then why should we?"
"We haven't voted yet because we don't want to unjustly kill anyone."
"You argue so fiercely just to protect Yan Qing!"
"Exactly! The werewolf has already been confirmed as the murderer; why aren't we voting for him?"
Everyone wasn't blind. Yan Qing had been with Tan Ming from the start. He even had the cafeteria lady give him extra food and sneaked him snacks. He almost died for Tan Ming—who didn't know about their relationship?
"Right, and what about that fire? He could have snuck back to start it!"
Maintaining balance was the hardest thing to do, and the equilibrium that Tan Ming had painstakingly established began to crumble under the weight of their accusations.
Listening to them, Yan Qing gradually started to doubt himself. Was his relationship with Tan Ming really that close? Why did everyone think so?
The crowd was indignant, but Tan Ming remained indifferent. He found it somewhat amusing. He wondered what expressions would cross their faces if they actually voted for Yan Qing and he turned out not to be the murderer. Would anyone feel guilt or remorse for indirectly causing someone's death due to a moment of impulse?
Probably not; they would only feel regret—regret that Yan Qing wasn't the murderer. If he were, then they would be completely free from danger.
For the first time, Tan Ming found the angry faces in the crowd to be so hideous and repulsive.
But he scanned the area again and noticed some people sitting on the ground, heads hung low, lips pressed tightly together, silent and despondent. Their eyes reflected only worry and despair about their circumstances. It was laughable, yet he felt that some of them were worth it.
In this world, there were no completely evil people nor entirely good ones; there were only those wearing various masks. They could be hypocritical, compassionate, indignant, or innocent—all concealing their true natures.
He took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over them. What if I am here to protect Yan Qing? You all want to live, and I have people I want to protect too!
As soon as he finished speaking, the square fell into silence.
Yan Qing looked at him, his expression one of shock. He found it hard to believe that Tan Ming was the one speaking. To him, they were friends, but this was something he struggled to comprehend fully. Tan Ming's words were too specific and evocative.
So should we ordinary people just die? a woman retorted.
We obey all your messengers because we want to live—not just survive in fear! she shouted in despair. Among those who had just died was her boyfriend. The bowl of fish soup had been meant for her; her boyfriend had only taken a small sip to taste it, and just like that—he was gone!
No one deserves to die or not die. I understand how you feel right now; this isn’t about discussing life and death—it’s about solving the problem because blaming anyone is pointless! Tan Ming said rationally.
Then why don’t you solve the problem?
We are solving it right now.
Hope for everyone is hope.
Tan Ming had never said he wouldn’t care about them.
Is this what you call a solution?
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