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Chapter 4: Bitter meat scheme?(2/2)

The banquet breaks up and people leave.

Only Fan Ren stayed in the living room.

He sat on the soft sofa, turned on the TV and played some sound, giving the lifeless villa a little more human touch.

So far, the tough man has been confirmed to be his iron gold water, which means that two of the seven people have clearly identified as civilians. Screening out the werewolves, only guessing among the remaining people, at least this is good news.

But Fan Ren didn't understand why the tough man would lie. Last night, he said that he locked the door from behind, but the door lock did not appear to be broken by violence.

Fan Ren was puzzled by the contradictory words. He could only explain the problem with the reason that the other party might have remembered it incorrectly.

At this time, the sound of footsteps suddenly sounded in my ears.

It is a tough man who goes and comes back.

He sat on the sofa on the other side:

"Thank you for what happened just now."

"Because you are indeed not a werewolf. If we don't help you get out, our group will fall deeper and deeper into the quagmire of mutual suspicion."

Fan Ren had no expression as he listened to the sound that sounded like it came from an old black-and-white movie.

"Then who do you think is the most suspicious among our group?" the tough man said.

"Why do you think I'm not a werewolf? Fan Ren asked instead without answering.

The tough man lay down on the sofa behind him: "If you are really a werewolf, then no one in our group can be your opponent, and you will definitely win in the end."

Fan Ren watched the TV intently, his eyes not falling on the man next to him:

"Although the two guys who testified against you acted a bit extreme, it is understandable that we cannot use this as a basis to judge that one of them is a werewolf. There are too few clues at present, so I cannot speculate on who the werewolf is."

The tough man understood the underlying meaning of Fan Ren's words, said nothing, and shifted his gaze to the TV screen.

A woman in a cheongsam was speaking into a microphone, slowly twisting her body and singing a low-pitched song.
Chapter completed!
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