Ignoring the other two people living on the second floor, Fan Ren prepared to open the door and enter to see what was going on inside.

But the decadent uncle grabbed Fan Ren's arm: "Don't go in hastily, it will destroy the clues at the scene."

"I'm a forensic doctor."

After saying these words, Fan Ren shook off his uncle's hand and opened the ajar door completely.

Unexpectedly, the tough man was not dead. He was sitting on the bed with a pale face, covering his left forearm with his right hand, and a large amount of blood continued to flow from between his fingers.

He's not dead, it's a pity, Fan Ren sighed secretly.

Then, he quickly scanned the room. The cracks on the wall and the messy furniture showed that there had been a fight in the room just now. Combined with the injuries sustained by the tough man, Fan Ren already knew what the other party was going to say next.

"I was attacked by a werewolf and my arm was scratched. It was really a monster that looked similar to a wild wolf. I couldn't tell from the surface which one of our participants he was transformed from."

The tough man speaks very fast:

"Which one of the three of you is going to ask the old housekeeper for disinfectant, bandages, etc. The wound on my arm is too big and it's inconvenient to move now."

"I have it here." Fan Ren added, "Just in case, I got it from the old housekeeper in advance."

Taking out disinfectant and a bandage from the pocket of his black windbreaker, Fan Ren walked up to the tough man and began to bandage him while observing the wound on his left arm.

"Your technique is quite professional, are you a medical staff?" the tough man said, looking at Fan Ren's hand.

"He is a forensic doctor..." The decadent uncle who came in behind looked gloating.

After Fan Ren treated the wound, he picked up an object that seemed to be wolf hair at his feet: "Forensic doctors are also doctors."

At this time, the twins and Fatty Wang on the third floor also came belatedly and walked into the room.

"Just in time, everyone is here. Please tell us in detail about the attack." The man with glasses obviously didn't believe what the tough man said.

The decadent uncle also added fuel to the flames and said hypocritically: "Yes, tell us so that we can understand better, and maybe we can find clues from it. If you are a civilian, you will definitely be happy to share this information, right?

The two of you who wish for death the most are you two. You are really two old foxes. Fan Ren put the dog hair he picked up into his pocket and sneered in his heart.

Being blocked by two other users on the second floor, the tough man had no choice but to speak:

"I was facing the door, thinking about how to spend the next task. Unexpectedly, the door was pushed open and the ferocious werewolf rushed in.

Then I picked up a chair nearby and fought with the werewolf. Later, I was scratched and made a noise to attract you to come and help. Seeing that the werewolf couldn't kill me immediately, probably because he was afraid of being exposed, he jumped out of the window and left. What happened next,

The three of you who came first also know."

After hearing these reasonable words, Fan Ren looked through the crowd and towards the door:

"Did you lock the door immediately after you returned to the room?"

"It should be locked." The tough man squinted his eyes as if remembering.

Fan Ren nodded and did not continue to ask.

"Listen to what you mean, can a werewolf fly over walls and climb over walls?" Fatty Wang looked horrified.

The man with glasses pushed up his glasses: "Nothing is surprising in the cursed land."

"Ah..." Fatty Wang's face became increasingly pale.

While everyone was talking, there was a rush of footsteps behind them.

"Dear guests, what's going on? Why are you all gathered here?"

The old housekeeper stood outside the door, looking puzzled.

Obviously, the other party was also attracted by the roar of the tough man, so he climbed the stairs from his residence on the first floor to see what happened.

"It's nothing. This big brother just fell hard, so he couldn't hold back his screams."

Fan Ren raised the white bandage in his hand and pulled the corners of his mouth with a smile.

The old butler's eyes were blank for a few seconds, then he nodded and said:

"Is it serious? There are still a lot of medicines in the storage room. Do you need me to look for them?"

"No, I have anti-inflammatory medicine and bandages here. I asked you for them during the day." Fan Ren kept smiling and spoke politely.

"Okay, if there's nothing wrong, I'll go back first. It's too late, and my body and bones are a little weak due to my age. The guests should go to bed early."

After leaving these words, the old housekeeper left slowly.

Watching the other person's leaving figure, the smile on Fan Ren's face gradually disappeared.

No one else present said anything, they just watched Fan Ren send the old housekeeper away.

"This reason sounds ridiculous, but the old housekeeper actually believes it." The older twin said.

The tough man said weakly: "The NPC for this mission is probably implanted with an order not to interfere with the progress of the mission. I believe it is normal."

After such an interruption, several people lost interest in the discussion.

The decadent uncle looked at the wide open window and said thoughtfully: "Have you thought of anything? If not, I suggest you go back to your room and rest as soon as possible. The werewolf among us will probably not commit any more murders tonight."

No one had any objections, and everyone walked to their rooms with their own thoughts.

"Brother, why has your expression been so calm since you came here? Aren't you afraid? The injured brother said that if you die here, you will really die."

Fatty Wang looked at Fan Ren in front of the door of the next room with doubts in his tone.

"Or maybe you've figured out who the werewolf is, that's why you're so calm."

Of course, it was impossible for Fan Ren to say that he just had habitual facial paralysis. He slowly turned his head and pretended to be profound and said: "I am a forensic doctor. Death is just something within reach for me. There is nothing to be afraid of."

Under Fatty Wang's eyes mixed with many emotions, Fan Ren entered the room and closed the door tightly.

...

The next morning.

All the participants sat around the dining table just like last night, eating a sumptuous breakfast prepared by the old butler.

"Now, we have a chance to vote. Whether we vote or not, let's discuss it." After saying that, the decadent uncle looked at the tough man.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The bespectacled man crossed his fingers on the dining table and looked at the tough man: "Actually, I don't believe what you said last night."

Is this the beginning of colluding together to cause trouble? It seems that these two people are very likely to be old acquaintances.

Fan Ren silently began to deduce in his heart that he did not speak, but just stood on the sidelines and waited quietly for the next words of the man with glasses.

"You said that you were attacked by a werewolf last night. According to your description, the werewolf is a very powerful monster. How could it be possible that it only injured your left arm instead of tearing you into pieces?

Don’t you think what you said is contradictory? Why doesn’t the werewolf kill you? Aren’t you and the werewolf still related? Don’t forget what the mission requirements say, only a civilian or a werewolf can survive.”

The man with glasses sneered and spoke.

The tough man was silent for a moment, and then made a slightly dull voice: "I told the truth. As for why you didn't kill me, it was probably to arouse our suspicion and intensify the conflict, so that the werewolf could fish in troubled waters."

"What evidence do you have to prove that you are telling the truth? Maybe you are a werewolf, but you are just doing the opposite and using a cruel trick." The decadent man launched a second wave of offensive.

These two people must have known each other in reality. Fan Ren listened to the two people's continuous questions and confirmed what he had just thought.

The twins and Fatty Wang seemed to be persuaded as well, looking at the tough man with suspicion.

No, a tough man is not a werewolf, Fan Ren is sure of it.

As for the actions of the bespectacled man and the decadent uncle, he could understand them. They were obviously willing to kill by mistake rather than let go. After all, they were not the ones who died after being voted out.

This can further reduce the screening scope of werewolves. Of course, all inferences are based on the fact that these two people are civilians.

Killing someone with a borrowed knife can drive a wedge between people even if they can't be killed, worsening the relationship between people. This werewolf's sinister intentions went too far.

Just when the man with glasses and the decadent uncle continued to attack the tough man, Fan Ren spoke:

"Everyone, stop it. I can prove that he is telling the truth and he is not a werewolf."

After hearing this, everyone became quiet and looked at Fan Ren with different expressions.

"First of all, I picked up a wolf hair from this elder brother's room, and when I was bandaging him, I found that the wound on his left arm was indeed caused by the sharp claws of some kind of canine creature."

Fan Ren took out the dog hair from his pocket and waved it in front of everyone at the dinner table.

"This only shows that participants with werewolf identities can indeed transform into real werewolves..." One of the twin sisters raised her hand.

"I haven't finished speaking yet. I will comment after I finish speaking. Thank you.

First let me emphasize that I am a forensic doctor and I am also proficient in trace science. I observed last night that the scratch on the left forearm of the victim's eldest brother could only be scratched by the werewolf's left paw. Just imagine, this can be done.

What's the matter? Even a werewolf can't do it, right?"

Fan Ren put the dog hair on the dining table:

"Taking a step back, if werewolves can really do this, it's a trick. Shouldn't the victim's eldest brother habitually scratch himself with his right hand? After all, my forensic profession was not revealed at the beginning."

"Could it be that the victim's eldest brother also predicted the profession of everyone here? You know, the direction of the wound is not something ordinary people can judge."

To say it so clearly, in addition to not wanting to see people from the same camp die, Fan Ren also had selfish motives, in order to have more people to share the risk of being attacked and killed by werewolves.

After all, even if a tough man is really not voted out, he will definitely be left behind and killed by the werewolf to confuse the public.

Upon hearing this well-founded analysis, the originally aggressive man with glasses and the decadent uncle were speechless.

The other three people also put away their suspicious eyes. Other people's lives can never be as important as their own. If the tough man didn't have Fan Ren to clear away the suspicion, I'm afraid everyone would immediately accuse him and send him to the underworld.

The voting was about to start, but it was forced to be suspended because there were no obvious clues.
To be continued...