There was lightning and thunder outside the house, and the wind and rain were blowing, but there was silence inside the house.

After Fan Ren pointed out that the old housekeeper was a werewolf, everyone fell silent.

After a long while, it was Fatty Wang who finally spoke up: "Brother forensic doctor, are you sure? But isn't the old housekeeper an NPC?"

"From the beginning to the end, the rules never mentioned the number of participants, nor did they clearly specify the participants. There were only those of us with the Branded Eye." Fan Ren poured himself another glass of champagne.

"That's true, but it's a bit far-fetched to testify against the old housekeeper." The tough man asked, implying that you have no evidence.

The decadent uncle made a fist shape with his five fingers: "There are only four of us left now, and we rashly voted for the old housekeeper. If it is wrong, the civilian camp will lose."

"Why do I think you look more like a werewolf?"

Fan Ren did not speak immediately, but silently stared at the confused old housekeeper.

Under his gaze, the old housekeeper sighed, and his dull expression suddenly changed.

He took off the single golden frame on his right eye, threw it to the ground, and then crushed the seemingly valuable frame with his feet like he was extinguishing a cigarette butt.

"Well, you're right, but how did you find out? Forensic guy." The old butler combed his silver-white hair with his hands, grabbed it back, and then took out a bottle of wine from the wine cabinet.

He poured it for himself.

In a daze, everyone seemed to regard the old housekeeper as a bohemian young man who wandered around in the feasting and feasting, even though he had silver hair and traces of time on his face.

The old butler raised the wine glass in his hand and smelled the floral fragrance in it: "Brother forensic doctor, you have a good taste. This is the crystal rose model of Princess Louis, but it is for the royal family."

Fan Ren also raised the wine glass in his hand and had a toast with the old housekeeper from a distance: "Sorry, I don't understand wine, so I just took it."

"Honest child. In this case, since I admit it so readily, you can tell me what kind of flaw I have leaked, and at least give me, an old man, a decent way to die."

"Otherwise, I can drag you straight to hell when you vote."

After the old butler drank the wine, he sat on the kitchen counter and crossed his legs. He was now acting wildly, which was completely opposite to the polite and polite image he had before.

"As you wish, old sir." Fan Ren didn't have much resentment because the old housekeeper called him a child. After all, their ages were really different.

"Wait a minute, do you mind if I smoke?" The old housekeeper took out a pack of old-fashioned, wrinkled cigarette boxes from his pocket.

Fan Ren replied in the tone of the old butler: "I don't mind, as long as you are happy, are you right?"

The other three people were completely shocked and did not give any answer. They did not expect that the werewolf they had always been afraid of was actually the old housekeeper, and they did not expect that the old housekeeper would admit it so directly and without any hesitation.

"You are really interesting." The old butler showed signs of aging and was no longer as tall and straight as before.

As he spoke, he took out a slightly elongated cigarette from the cigarette case.

ignite,

Taking a deep breath,

Then he blew out the smoke ring skillfully.

Round after round of smoke rings surrounded the old butler, making his face become blurred.

"Well, let's get started. I hope the answer I give will satisfy you, old gentleman."

Fan Ren rang the dinner bell again, then pulled out a chair and sat down. He crossed his hands on his thighs and looked at the old butler not far away.

"I've already mentioned the loopholes in the rules, so let's start with the incident where the eldest brother was attacked by a werewolf." Fan Ren pointed at the tough man.

"Remember when I asked you whether you locked the door when you were attacked by a werewolf?"

The tough man nodded: "Yes, my answer at the time was that it should be locked."

"Yes, but in your previous description, the werewolf pushed the door open and entered. I checked the door lock and found no signs of violent unlocking. In other words, the werewolf had a door key and could easily enter the guest room.

This is the old gentleman’s first flaw. Of course, I didn’t think of this level before. This detail is too small, so I thought you remembered it wrong.”

Several other people suddenly realized that the old housekeeper was indeed the only one who had the key to the guest room.

The old housekeeper didn't say anything, but used his eyes to signal Fan Ren to continue.

"The next day was the day when the twins were killed. They lived in the same room and died in that room at the same time. So I checked the door lock again out of habit. Guess what? The door

The lock still shows no trace of violence."

"The question is, if there is a precedent of a werewolf attack, would the twins forget to lock the door to their room? You know, in such a high-pressure environment, it is possible for one person to forget, but what about two people?"

Fan Ren took a sip of wine and continued: "So I remembered that when the werewolf attempted the attack, the door lock of the guest room was not damaged. If we think about it this way, there are only two possibilities on the night when the twins died."

"The first is the person who has the key to the guest room door lock, and the second is the person who can prevent the twin sisters from thinking they are werewolves and open the door. The only person who can point to these two possibilities is you, the old man. This is the old man

Your second loophole sir."

Of course, Fan Ren would not say that he could perceive the last scene the deceased saw before his death by touching the corpse, so he chose a more convincing way to explain his inference.

"I see, then what are you waiting for? Just vote. I've had enough of this house." The decadent uncle interjected.

"I haven't finished speaking yet, and if I vote now, do you think the old gentleman will agree? I don't want to disappear from this world forever when I'm about to leave."

Fan Ren looked at the other person coldly with his eyes that seemed to be able to see through people's hearts.

"Then continue." The old butler's voice became hoarse. "Your inference makes me regret not killing you earlier. It was my arrogance that harmed me."

"Okay, to sum up, I can actually confirm your identity, old gentleman, but I can't determine your killing restrictions. To be sure, I thought of a way to test how long it will take for you, old gentleman, to turn into a werewolf.

You can kill a few people."

The old housekeeper listened silently to Fan Ren's story. After stubbing out the gray butt of the cigarette in his hand, he continued to light a cigarette.

"Cough, cough, cough..." He coughed violently, as if he was breathing too hard.

After the old housekeeper recovered, Fan Ren continued:

"I came up with this method when I saw twin sisters dying in the same room. When I found two people dead, I thought they were selected and killed by werewolves in advance because they violated the rules.

But then I thought about it, if I violated the rules, how could I be killed by a werewolf? Instead, I should be executed by the Brand Eye."

Fan Ren changed his sitting position:

"Recalling that Mr. you specifically said that there are seven rooms in total, I realized that this is not a rule, but that Mr. you are using your NPC identity to hint to us, intentionally or unintentionally, that these seven rooms correspond to

There were seven of us involved, and we were led to believe that these were the rules.

But old sir, don’t dare to make it too obvious, lest it arouse our suspicion.”

"To sum up, I came up with a bold idea. In fact, sir, as a werewolf, you can only kill one person in one night under normal circumstances. But you should have the right to unlock the restriction. You can kill one person in one night.

Killing two people at once means, accordingly, it is a one-time event."

"As for why there is such a conjecture, it's because I have confirmed your identity, old man. So from your point of view, what if the seven participants are all timid and afraid of getting into trouble, and they can't communicate with each other?

Massacre.

Your identity as a werewolf will inevitably be exposed when there are only three people left, so this idea of ​​privilege came out of my mind. When there are four people, if these four people don't kill each other,

You can use this privilege to end the game."

Fatty Wang couldn't help but interjected: "Wocao, isn't this basically a situation where the werewolves must win?"
Chapter completed!