Zhou Lin

"Then... let's vote." After reading the document in his hand that he didn't know why he felt indifferent to, Che Wuchen spoke directly.

After a brief silence, the "guilty" No. 2 Lance, No. 4 Jack, No. 6 Darkwater (incarnated as Shadow Weaver), No. 7 Uncle Xue, No. 10 Dr. Franklin, and No. 12 Solly have been voted in the previous round. De, and No. 5 Che Wuchen himself, a total of seven people, quickly put their right hands on the table.

After a few more seconds, Number 8, who had always had no sense of presence, also put his right hand up.

"Is there anyone else who wants to join?" At this time, Lance glanced at everyone and asked in a rather casual tone.

"Well...please wait a moment."

Unexpectedly, someone actually answered the call, and that person was No. 3 Meng Zhenhan.

"Allow me to calculate a hexagram." As Meng Zhenhan said this, he took out a small octagonal compass from his pocket and placed it in front of him, and then began to chant the incantation.

The people at the table just watched him tinkering there in silence for a long time, and finally...

"Yes!" Meng Zhenhan seemed to have reached a definite conclusion. He quickly put away his "magic weapon", put his right hand on the table, and said, "Guilty."

Seeing this, Lance immediately smiled at him and said: "Brother, since you made the decision this way, why didn't you do it like this in the previous rounds of voting... and you had to wait until now?"

"Of course it's out of consideration for your own safety." Meng Zhenhan replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Oh..." Lance thought, "That is to say...you deliberately waited until more than half of the people expressed their stance, and these people did not encounter any accidents within a round after expressing their stance, before taking action, right? ?”

"Not necessarily." Meng Zhenhan replied, "Because what I ultimately want to follow is the hexagrams, not a simple herd mentality."

"Oh?" After hearing this, No. 9 Fang Xiangqi suddenly interrupted, "You seem to be quite confident in fortune telling."

"Children, you have to be polite when speaking to adults. Do you know that you have to call your brother or uncle? You are not allowed to say 'you, you'." Meng Zhenhan responded.

"You tell me your fortune, and I'll call you by another name." Fang Xiangqi continued.

"Ha!" Meng Zhenhan said with a smile, "Kid..." As he spoke, he stood up, stretched out a hand, dipped his fingers into a few drops of nosebleeds that Xiangqi had dropped on the table not long ago, and then took a few drops from his shirt. He took out a piece of yellow paper from his pocket, smeared some blood on it, and then took out a lighter and flicked the yellow paper around.

call--

As soon as Meng Zhenhan threw the yellow paper out of his hand, the paper instantly burned up in mid-air, and a small cloud of green smoke burst out.

If you look carefully, you will find that the smoke condensed into the image of some strange beast in an extreme moment, and then disappeared.

"This..." Meng Zhenhan's eyes paused for a few seconds where the smoke dispersed, and then he frowned and said, "My little friend... your destiny is the three elements of 'God', 'Alien Beast', and 'Evil Man'. This is a sign of great danger and evil. In my opinion... you'd better commit suicide as soon as possible and escape from the sea of ​​suffering..."

"Hahahaha..." Before he could finish his words, Li Xiaofan, who was sitting in seat 11, laughed out loud, "Okay! Okay, okay... Brother, you can do it, I believe it anyway!"

Perhaps it was the time traveler's unique intuition that made Li Xiaofan notice something. He vaguely felt in his heart that this fortune teller was not lying and was really capable. Therefore, before his smile disappeared, Li Xiaofan took his right hand and Put it on the table.

"Hmph... Taoist priest, you have pretty good eyesight." A few seconds later, Fang Xiangqi also gave the same evaluation, "Then I will believe you for once." After that, he also put his hand up and followed suit. Guilty"; as for his address to Meng Chuanhan, he did change it from "you" to "stinking Taoist priest".

So far, among the people at this table, only No. 1 and No. 13 have not voted yet.

Sakaki's reason for not voting is: As a gambler, he will not act rashly before finding a concrete "basis for betting", no matter what pressure he is under, or how others around him guide or incite.

Juror No. 1, Sui Bian, the "copycat" who pretended to be Yan Wushang, had a very clear reason for not being able to vote.

Before his accomplices sneaked into the bookstore and met him, he had to delay this "trial" here, because he didn't know how the thirteen people here would be arranged after the trial.

Jingle bell bell bell—

At this rather delicate moment, the old-fashioned phone on the table... rang again.

An Shui, who transformed into Ying Zhi, moved the phone from Che Wuchen's front to his own naturally and picked up the phone.

He didn't say "Hello?" or "Hello", he just picked up the receiver and listened silently without saying a word.

"Number 13." After a moment, he suddenly looked at Sakaki and said, "'He' said he wanted to make a bet with you."

"Oh?" Hearing the word "bet", Sakaki immediately smiled, "What are you betting on?"

"The relevant information about the gambling game is in your I-PEN, and the password to unlock the screen is the password to the safe you use to hide your life savings." Anshui replied.

Sakaki's smile came and went as quickly as it came. As soon as he heard this, he deliberately put on a suspicious face: "Hey, hey... what kind of trick is this? Are you trying to trick me into giving me my password?"

There was nothing wrong with his thinking. We couldn't rule out the possibility that the person on the other end of the phone didn't know his password but used it to trick him into entering it again.

"'He' said, 'I already knew you would answer this way', so let me mention it by the way..." Anshui continued, "'He' knows very well that your money is hidden in the shrine in Hanazuki Town. , the specific location is in an underground secret room directly below the donation box; just in case, you also set up a fake safe in this secret room, and put 40% of the cash and half of the genuine and fake jewelry in it. Antique, and the real safe is located in this secret room..."

"Okay!" Sakaki quickly stopped the other party, "I understand what 'he' means!"

Not only Sakaki understood, but most of the people present also understood it instantly - the person on the other end of the phone actually wanted to say: "If I want to steal your money, it doesn't matter whether I have a password or not."

A few seconds later, Sakaki secretly unlocked the I-PEN in his hand with a six-digit password, and then opened the document in the most conspicuous position.

After looking at it for about a minute, he put down the I-PEN, and then, with an amused expression on his face, he glanced at the other twelve people, and then said: "Um...heh, I'll just say it. Come on..." He didn't know what was so funny, so Sakaki was still laughing while talking, "What 'he' wants to bet with me is that if the thirteen people here suddenly start a melee, only one will survive in the end. Next...who will survive?"