Looking at the bespectacled man's selection, Fatty Wang couldn't sit still. He shouted:

"Are you crazy? There are no clues now. If the person voted out is not a werewolf, then his death will be in vain."

"That's better than slow death, isn't it? Coward, you have given up your right to vote, so be quiet. Mr. Medical Examiner has been accused and has not spoken. Don't worry here. The emperor is not in a hurry, but the eunuch is."

The decadent uncle looked at Fatty Wang sarcastically.

Fatty Wang wanted to say something more, but Fan Ren stopped his next words with a gesture: "What he said makes sense. Since he abstained from voting, just watch the show next to him. He is not afraid of the shadows."

"..."

Hearing this, Fatty Wang looked like he was angry with Fan Ren, crossed his hands on his chest, and turned off the microphone.

"If you want others to follow suit, just tell us your reasoning or reasons." The tough man raised his fingers and knocked on the table.

The man with glasses put down his hand and said calmly:

"Since the werewolf attack, the forensic guy has been leading us. All the known relevant clues have come from his mouth. To be honest, this gives people a very low sense of security.

If he is a werewolf, we will all be fooled around until we are all wiped out. Besides, does the forensic guy really do what he said and his profession is a real forensic doctor? He can't prove his identity at all."

"Yes, he is obviously a newcomer, but he is unexpectedly so receptive to matters related to the Eye of Brand. Mr. Forensic Doctor is really calm and unlike ordinary people. Even a forensic doctor should be afraid of death.

Combined with what the werewolf has shown so far, the image of the two is quite compatible." The decadent uncle took over the conversation in a nonchalant manner.

There is no point in trying to add guilt. Fan Ren understood that the huge pressure brought by two people dying in one night made the two people in front of him almost unbearable. They wanted to cut through the mess with knives and try their luck to see if they could

You can't kick the werewolf out of the crowd.

Probably they haven't reached the end of their rope yet, so they are still clinging to the idea of ​​voting, pretending to be good for the common people.

Of course, it is not ruled out that some of them are werewolves to confuse the situation and plunge the remaining people into chaos.

"So, uncle, you also want to vote for me?" Fan Ren looked calm.

It seemed that he did not expect that Fan Ren would come so directly. The decadent uncle was stunned for a moment before he replied in a deep voice: "Yes, I also think you are a werewolf."

Fan Ren's expression did not change much. He pondered for a moment: "It's my turn, I'll choose you, uncle."

It's not out of revenge, Fan Ren made this choice because of his own deliberation last night and voted for the person with the highest probability.

When Fan Ren pointed it out, the decadent uncle glanced at the man with glasses calmly and then frowned.

"It's your turn, who do you choose?" Fan Ren looked at the tough man with an expressionless face, and there was no sign that he was resisting the pressure of approaching death.

"..." The tough man who didn't react was confused by the question.

He was a little confused by Fan Ren's reaction. It was obviously the other person who was going to die, so why did he look like he didn't care at all?

Following Fan Ren's words, the focus of several other people's eyes also moved closer to the tough man.

Fan Ren did not continue to urge. Instead, he touched his left forearm and looked at the TV set elsewhere in silence.

After thinking for about ten seconds, the tough man suddenly laughed and looked at Fan Ren's black eyes without any ripples:

"You're so funny."

"I vote for that uncle!"

After saying this, the tough man didn't hesitate and pointed directly at the decadent uncle.

Except for Fan Ren, the expressions of the other three people changed. They did not expect that a tough man would make such a choice.

The decadent uncle showed an expression of astonishment and stammered:

"Why, why, vote for me..."

As he said that, he looked at the man with glasses with helpless eyes.

The man with glasses ignored the decadent uncle. He lowered his head and looked at the dining table in front of him, wondering what he was thinking.

"Because you are suspicious." The tough man gave a reason without any inference.

"..." The decadent uncle's hand holding the wine glass kept trembling, and his eyes when he looked at the man with glasses were filled with flames and resentment.

"Okay, because Fatty Wang abstained from voting, uncle and I both had two votes, which means no one was voted out this time. Let's adjourn the meeting."

Fan Ren wiped the food stains around his mouth with a tissue and then stood up.

"Wait a minute, if you say there is no one, then there is no one. These are all judged by the Brand Eyes." The man with glasses suddenly said unwillingly.

When the decadent uncle heard this, the undisguised resentment in his eyes gradually disappeared, followed by a touch of imperceptible coldness. He did not expect that the man with glasses would say such words that he wished he would die.

Fan Ren stopped moving. He did not leave immediately. Instead, he stood there like a king, looking down at the bespectacled man sitting on the chair with an expressionless face.

For a long time, neither Uncle Decadent nor Fan Ren appeared to be in any condition, and they were still alive and well.

"Are you satisfied? I have to take a nap, so I won't accompany you for now." Fan Ren moved his seat and walked upstairs.

The man with glasses opened his mouth slightly and looked ugly. He wanted to say something, but he swallowed it silently.

Fatty Wang watched the farce end and breathed a sigh of relief.

The tough man smiled and drank the drink in his hand, then sat on the sofa and turned on the TV.

Fan Ren walked leisurely on the stairs. After being jointly voted by the bespectacled man and the decadent uncle, he decided to make a game.

He took a preemptive strike and selected the decadent uncle as the werewolf suspect, and then immediately gave the tough man pressure and prompts to make him figure it out, rather than being forced to reduce the number of participants without any certainty and without any evidence.

It would be better to maintain this balance and give the werewolf more possibilities to reveal its flaws.

After all, no one can be 100% sure that he is a werewolf. If he is wrong, it will only make the few remaining people completely break up and start killing each other.

Of course, there is also the meaning of Fan Ren repaying his kindness.

It was obvious that as an experienced blue-level divine chooser, the tough man had a very smart mind, and he quickly figured out the reason.

In the end, Fan Ren got what he wanted and won the life-and-death game.

As for the loopholes in the rules, you can figure it out with a little thought. There are seven participants, so it is possible that two or even three people will be elected at the same time.

If two or three people will be killed, then the voting will lose its original meaning.

Because the werewolf's votes are also counted, it is not difficult to operate with intention, but the advantage it occupies is too great.

This man with glasses is a complete idiot, Fan Ren commented sharply in his heart.

When he reached the third floor, he turned the doorknob of his room, then glanced at the twin sisters' room at the end, and sighed silently.

...

After everyone left one after another, only the tough man sat on the sofa and watched TV.

On the second floor, the decadent uncle stopped the man with glasses.

"What did you mean just now? Do you want me to die?"

The man with glasses hesitated for a few seconds. He understood that he had indeed lost his temper during lunch today, but he did not answer the other party's words. He opened his door and entered the room indifferently.

Listening to the sound of the door closing, the decadent uncle stood there, staring at the door of the bespectacled man's room.

The third dinner in the cursed land.

The bespectacled man and the decadent uncle, who were originally sitting close to each other, probably had a quarrel over the lunch voting, so during dinner, their seats became much farther apart.

As usual, there were only the sounds of clinking utensils and chewing at the dinner table, and no one wanted to talk at the moment.

Fan Ren no longer enjoyed the food as before, but began to chew slowly. He was sorting out all the clues and doubts he had obtained so far.

Everything that happened so far flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern.

Always feeling like there was something missing, Fan Ren went over the details over and over again, impatiently going through the details in his mind.

Suddenly, he thought of something, and in a flash of inspiration, a terrible inference emerged in his brain.

Then, Fan Ren calmly used the corner of his eye to stare at Fatty Wang, who was still eating.

After dinner, Fan Ren followed Fatty Wang back to the third floor.

When the other party opened the door, he said: "Fat Wang, let me stay with you tonight."

"Ah..." Fatty Wang touched his butt first, then stiffly turned his head to look in the direction of Fan Ren: "Brother forensic doctor, this is not good, aren't you afraid that I am a werewolf?"

"Not afraid."

Fan Ren shrugged: "Because I have already told my eldest brother who was attacked by a werewolf about this matter. If something happens to me tonight, they will vote for you tomorrow."

Doesn’t this mean that I have to protect you tonight?

Fatty Wang looked at Fan Ren blankly. He had never seen such a shameless person.

"Can......"

"Don't worry, I'm not a werewolf. I'm staying with you tonight to verify a conjecture I have. If the verification is correct, I can find out who the werewolf is."

When he heard that the werewolf could be found, Fatty Wang's expression suddenly changed: "Brother forensic doctor, what you said is true, is it true?"

"If you are afraid, you can refuse." Fan Ren twisted the door handle of his room.

"It's just that if something happens to me tonight, you won't be able to run away."

"Wait a minute, I promise you, I really can't stand this kind of fear anymore." Fatty Wang stopped Fan Ren.

"Oh, are you sure you're not afraid of being voted out?"

After being exposed, Fatty Wang touched his head guiltily: "They are all there."

The corner of Fan Ren's mouth subconsciously curled up in a small arc, and he let go of his hand from the door handle.

"But I have a suggestion." Fatty Wang said bitterly.

"What advice?"

"Brother forensic doctor, you need to practice smiling more."

"Why?"

"Because although you are quite handsome, your smile is too fake and stiff, and it looks scary..."
Chapter completed!