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From now on, you all are not allowed to approach any food or drink. If I catch you doing so, I will assume you are the ones poisoning it, Tan Ming told them.
Understood, Zhang Liu was the first to respond.
This way, those who might poison the food among them would no longer have the opportunity to do so. Everyone agreed with this method.
Tan Ming felt certain in his heart that the person behind this poisoning was the same as the one who had set the fire last time. However, their methods had become more despicable, and there was now a murderous intent involved. This indicated that the person no longer felt the need to hide in the shadows.
With the culprit stepping out from behind, Tan Ming naturally welcomed it. Yet, he felt a twinge of worry. He wondered what had driven the murderer to come forward. Why did they dare to act so openly now?
Tan Ming buried these two doubts deep within him. Shen Jianghuan, gather everyone to cook again; we will discard all the remaining fish soup and throw away the pot.
Alright.
So just like that, we let the one who poisoned us go? someone asked.
In truth, many knew that this poisoning would end up like last time's fire—swept under the rug.
Tan Ming replied, I will give everyone an explanation by today!
What kind of explanation?
What guarantee do you have?
I guarantee it with my life! Yan Qing interjected. If we don’t find the culprit today, I will reveal my identity and die!
He had no intention of being a coward. He wouldn’t push all the pressure onto Tan Ming either. They wanted to vote out a messenger, merely aiming to take down one messenger at a time.
Since that was the case, he might as well fulfill their wishes; after all, his Werewolf Shield could still be used twice, and he wouldn’t die anyway.
Tan Ming furrowed his brows.
"Alright, remember what you said!" Everyone echoed, fearing that if they hesitated for even a second, he might change his mind.
The organization had someone else take over the cooking this time, and it was another individual named Zhao. Fan Xiaonan drew a circle on the ground, gathering all the suspected individuals inside it. Under everyone's watchful eyes, no one dared to act out.
Tan Ming personally led a group to catch a few fish, which Zhao then used to prepare a large pot of sour and spicy fish. Tan Ming was the first to taste it. After waiting for about ten minutes without any ill effects, he finally allowed everyone to eat.
Everyone harbored some lingering fear from the previous fish soup incident, hesitating for quite a while. It wasn’t until several people picked up their bowls and ate without any adverse reactions that they dared to dig in.
It had been a long time since they had eaten, and they feasted heartily. Yan Qing pushed a cart, distributing food to those inside the circle. They were essentially being restricted in their freedom.
Each person received a small bowl of fish and a bowl of rice porridge. Yan Qing distributed the food in an orderly manner. Once he finished, he sat down next to Master Ban, curious about how many years he had worked at the school.
Master Ban held a bowl of porridge in one hand and chopsticks in the other. The bowl on the ground only had a piece of fish left. After swallowing what was in his mouth, he replied, "Over twenty years."
"That long? You’re almost catching up to me!" Yan Qing exclaimed.
In Master Ban's eyes, there was a hint of an unusual emotion that was not easily perceived by others—pride, satisfaction, and also a touch of regret.
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