The night of the third day.

"By the way, brother, are you really a forensic doctor?" Fatty Wang couldn't help but break the quiet atmosphere in the room.

Fan Ren, who was sitting on a chair with his eyes closed and concentrating, slowly raised his eyelids:

"If it's fake, I don't have to lie to people. Forging my identity doesn't do much good for me."

"Well, I really envy you, forensic doctor, for being so calm and collected in the face of these incredible events. To be honest, even now, I still can't wrap my head around it."

Fatty Wang was lying on the bed in the shape of a big letter, staring at the ceiling.

"Are you afraid?" Fan Ren walked to the window and looked out at the ink-stained sky.

"Afraid, how could I not be afraid? This is not a game, I will really die."

As Fatty Wang spoke, his voice gradually dropped in decibels, "No one is not afraid of death. The most important thing is that I am only in my twenties. I have been solo for twenty years and have never touched a girl's hand."

Fan Ren's expression did not change at all: "If it were a certain death situation, who would you choose to leave your last words to, and what words would you leave?"

"My old man, my mother ran away when I was two years old, leaving my old man to raise me up alone.

The old man is actually quite good, but he is afraid that marrying a stepmother will bully me, so he has been single. He has done a lot for me.

As for his last words, I really don’t know what to say.”

Fatty Wang sat up and became a little excited: "I can't say I'm sorry to the old man. I asked him to give the white-haired man to the black-haired man. It's obviously not my fault, it's the fucking Brand Eye.

"

"Yeah." Fan Ren didn't know what he was thinking of, as if he was lost in memories.

"Brother forensic doctor, what about you?"

"I won't leave any last words."

"Ah, why?"

"Because I will definitely pass this task and survive."

"..."

Fatty Wang controlled his expression, raised his right hand, and showed his purple eye tattoo: "Let's change the topic to the next topic. How did you get infected with onychomycosis, forensic doctor?"

"It was infected while performing an autopsy on a corpse." Fan Ren added: "Strictly speaking, it should have been contracted while working as an assistant to a senior."

"I'll go, brother Emotional Forensic Medical Examiner, this is still considered a work-related injury. Once you pass this task, your company won't be able to compensate you 1.8 million?"

"Have you ever considered talking about cross talk?" Fan Ren glanced at Fatty Wang who was sitting cross-legged on the bed.

"You can't tell, forensic doctor brother, although your face is paralyzed, you still have a sense of humor." Fatty Wang said with a proud face: "I'll just take it as you complimenting my smooth mouth."

Fan Ren raised his eyebrows: "As long as you are happy."

"Brother forensic doctor, do you know how I got such onychomycosis? Don't think this man is being arrogant. I'm trying to ease the awkward atmosphere. After all, it's quite strange for two men to be in the same room."

"I don't think you're being arrogant, but it's true that you have social anxiety syndrome. Just say what you want to say. I see you've been holding back for a long time. Are you very scared?"

After getting in touch, he probably understood what kind of temper Fan Ren was. Fatty Wang ignored the sarcasm and started talking to himself:

"I was on a self-driving trip with my best friend, but he got into a car accident. My buddy died. I survived by luck, but I just saw the branded eye on the back of his hand. After that, a few days later,

He was teleported here."

Fatty Wang sighed: "Others are experiencing double happiness, but I'm better off. My good brother died, and I was also infected with onychomycosis. It's basically a double disaster. I even wonder if I did something bad in my previous life."

I will atone for my sins in this life."

"It's true that hemp ropes only cut at the thinnest places, and bad luck only seeks out the miserable. Brother forensic doctor, do you think this is true?"

Fan Ren said perfunctorily: "Yeah."

"Hey, forensic doctor, are you from City D? I think you have a bit of an accent."

"Um......"

"Hey, it's fate. I'm also a native of D City. Which district do you live in? If I can return to reality alive, I will definitely have a drink with you."

"talk later......"

Listening to Fatty Wang chattering and asking questions like he was checking his household registration, Fan Ren suddenly regretted his decision to come to the other party's room.

Soon, while having sex one after another, Fatty Wang finally couldn't resist the sleepiness, closed his mouth, and lay on the big bed snoring.

"..." Fan Ren also looked tired, but not because he was sleepy, but because he was tortured by Fatty Wang.

Looking at the other party's ugly sleeping appearance, Fan Ren thought of Fatty Wang's father mentioned earlier, and his heart moved slightly. He whispered as if he was dreaming:

"Don't worry, I will let you live and see your father."

...

...

One night may not be long or short, but it has disappeared quietly.

The next morning.

Fatty Wang turned off the ringing ringtone and looked sleepily at Fan Ren, who was standing by the window with his hands behind his back:

"Forensic brother, you haven't slept all night, have you?"

"I can easily fall into deep sleep after squinting in a chair for three hours, so three hours is enough."

"Guigui, you are really a sparrow that pecked the cow's butt. You are really awesome."

Seeing Fan Ren didn't respond, Wang Laopang thought he had said something wrong and added:

"Brother forensic doctor, I'm a bigot and I don't know what to say except that I'm awesome. Please forgive me."

Fan Ren felt the warm light coming from the window. He slowly opened his slightly narrowed eyes and turned to look at Fatty Wang:

"Let's go, it's time to go downstairs for breakfast."

"Forensic brother, is your verification correct?"

"pretty close."

"Okay, then let's go downstairs and tell the others."

"Don't be impatient. Let's go have breakfast first. There are still some things I haven't fully understood." Fan Ren twisted the locked door handle and opened the door.

Fatty Wang got up from the bed: "I just don't know if anyone was killed by a werewolf last night."

"As long as the dead Taoist friends don't die and we don't die, that's fine."

When we arrived on the first floor, the old housekeeper had already prepared breakfast, including Chinese and Western dishes.

Fan Ren was not polite, he picked up a crispy and shiny fried dough stick, dipped it in the soy milk in the bowl, and started eating.

Others also came downstairs one after another during this period.

All five people arrived and were eating breakfast at the dining table. Fan Ren confirmed the number of participants, and his expression became weird.

"Last night, the werewolves didn't hunt." Fatty Wang also noticed the complete number of people.

"Maybe it's for some purpose, to put pressure on us remaining civilians." The tough man slowly ate the toast in his hand.

"It's also possible that there are some restrictions on werewolves killing people." Fan Ren drank the soy milk in the bowl, and then gnawed on a flower roll.

The tough man thought for a few seconds: "Your idea makes sense, but it's always a good thing that no one died."

Neither the man with glasses nor the decadent uncle spoke.

The man with glasses didn't have much expression, but the decadent uncle had a gloomy face. The latter would glance at the former from the corner of his eye from time to time.

The atmosphere at the table was still tense.

After the meal, Fan Ren also confirmed his suspicions. He planned to go to the twin sisters' room to confirm the details, and then hold a werewolf vote during lunch.
Chapter completed!