Zhou Lin

Number 2’s narrative is also over.

Similar to the text No. 1 received, there is no psychological description in this text. It just uses a third-person perspective to state some objective things that happened.

While No. 2 was reading, from time to time someone would look at No. 4...that is, Jack, but no one said anything.

Also less than ten minutes later, No. 2 put down the I-PEN in his hand, raised his eyes and looked at the crowd and said, "Then... I guess it's time for us to vote again, right?"

Jingle bell bell bell—

Before he finished speaking, the phone on the table rang again.

"Otherwise..." No. 2 did not rush to pick up, but looked at No. 3 beside him and said, "...you pick up?"

No. 3 is an Asian man with medium-long black hair. He is about 1.75 meters tall and of medium build. He has a rather delicate face and wears a headband to tie his bangs. Back of head.

From beginning to end, Juror No. 3 remained silent and did not make any big moves. He just quietly observed every move of everyone around him.

It was only then that No. 2 asked him a question, and he finally responded: "Okay."

After answering, No. 3 stood up slightly, pulled the phone on the table closer to him, and then picked up the receiver.

"Hello? Yes, I am number three..."

After these first few phrases he was silent for about a minute.

A minute later, No. 3 hung up the phone and said: "'He' said... after 'he' thought about it again and again, it was still inappropriate to leave No. 10 to vote... because that way he would not be able to achieve what he wanted. What we want is 'unanimity of the thirteen'... Therefore, the votes cast in the first round do not count, and the votes cast in this round do not count."

Having said this, No. 3 looked at No. 7: "'He' wants to ask Mr. No. 7 for a favor and let No. 10 participate again, and then everyone can continue."

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at No. 7.

Two seconds later, Juror No. 11 smiled at No. 7 and said, "Heh... Brother, are you the kind of person who can bring people back to life?"

"No, he's not." Unexpectedly, before No. 7 could reply, Jack said first, "His ability is much stronger than that."

Hearing this, No. 7 raised his head slightly, raised the brim of his peaked cap, looked at Jack for two seconds, and then said to No. 3: "Since you want my help, why didn't you ask me for help when No. 10 just died, instead of waiting until now? ?”

"Why are you asking me..." No. 3 responded, "It's not my request."

"Then did 'he' tell you what would happen if I refused?" No. 7 asked.

"That's true." Number Three said, looking towards Jack beside him, but before he could repeat the words, Jack took over the topic himself.

"'He' said, if you refuse, let me kill you." Jack said to No. 7.

"It seems that you heard clearly the content of the phone call just now..." No. 7 continued.

"The three phone calls so far... I heard them all clearly." Jack continued.

"Then..." No. 7 said again, "Are you really going to follow 'his' wishes... to kill me?"

"What do you think?" Jack said coldly.

This is equivalent to giving a positive answer.

"Alas..." No. 7 sighed, "So... you have already understood my ability with just the test shot just now."

"I only have a rough idea." Jack said, "But I think...'he' knows it very clearly."

"Ha..." No. 7 smiled, "I now understand why 'he' had to wait for No. 2 to finish reading the records about you before making any request to me."

"Just understand." As Jack spoke, he suddenly raised his gun again and fired at No. 7.

boom--

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Juror No. 1's narrative ends.

He put down the I-PEN in his hand, and the entire table fell into silence.

But the silence did not last long. Juror No. 10 suddenly spoke and said to No. 5: "Aren't you going to say something?"

"Are you talking to me?" No. 5...that is, Che Wuchen, asked back as he looked back without changing his expression.

"Isn't this nonsense?" No. 10 asked again, "As the person involved, don't you have anything to add to this matter... Agent Che?"

"Do you know me?" Che Wuchen answered the other party's question with another question.

"Ha! Of course I know you." No. 10 smiled, "I basically know all the people at the table in front of me, but you don't know me."

squeak--

Just when No. 10 said this, there was a sound of chair legs dragging on the floor. No. 7, who was sitting at the end of the long table, stood up and immediately strode towards No. 10.

"What's your business?" No. 10 looked up and asked when he saw the other party came to a stop next to him.

He still spoke in an arrogant manner, looking like he was in need of a headshot.

"If you keep talking nonsense like this... you will die." Number Seven said.

No. 10 was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then sneered: "Hmph...what do you mean? Threatening me?"

"Whatever you think..." No. 7 looked indifferent, as if he was used to being misunderstood and questioned, "In short, from now on, please don't talk about the identity of anyone at this table, even if you No matter what I know, I keep the words rotten in my stomach."

"What if I don't?" No. 10 asked.

"Then I will pull you off the chair and beat you until you scream in pain without beating you to death or knocking you unconscious." No. 7 replied.

"Ha!" No. 10 slapped the table and jumped up from his chair, "Am I afraid of you?"

After he said these words, No. 7 dragged him to the ground and beat him up.

Two minutes later, No. 7 returned to his position.

And No. 10 crawled back to his seat with a bruised face... Because his cheeks were swollen, he could only use vague words and read to the people at the table: "Are you just looking at it like this? Do you have any sympathy? Yes! He is so big! I am so short!"

"It's a bit harsh." No. 11 next to him couldn't help but laugh, "Hey... But, aren't you still alive?"

That's what he said, but in fact, everyone understood...even if he was beaten to death, the people at this table wouldn't take it too seriously.

Jingle bell bell bell—

Just as No. 10 was rubbing his face with an aggrieved look, the phone rang.

What happened next was - No. 1 answered the phone, then handed the phone to No. 2, who explained the voting rules and everyone voted...

The first round of voting was still fruitless.

So, Number 2 took out the I-PEN, entered the password, and was about to start reading the document.

But this time... what he was reading was not about "Jack Anderson".