"Stop talking." Mizushima Kawakora tilted his head: "We will talk about the future. In the game, this is my choice. I only respect the winning or losing of the game."

"Very good... what about you, Lin Jiang?" Edward tilted his head and looked coldly at the girl who was huddled in place, like a little rabbit.

Faced with such a situation, he didn't look as out of control as Andre. His back was still straight, and there was only hatred and anger in his eyes: "...pretending to be innocent, pretending to be the same, eh? Wait until this copy is over.

Come on - you all just wait for me."

Lin Jiang shrank even harder, almost squeezing her entire head on the table, not daring to raise her eyes at all.

"Okay, Edward." Mizushima Kawaharu tilted her head, her strange earrings jingled, and she spread her hands with a smile: "To be honest, we can't beat you together - but luckily you are stupid, so stupid

It gave us a chance to vote out... Now, five against five, don't think that your good camp still has a chance...

During the daytime session, this game - will be over."

…

The werewolves want to kill all the good guys.

during this day.

After banishing Edward.

The good guys camp that lost Edward, the good guy camp that lost Mizushima Kawaharu... In their eyes, there is almost no threat.

Even if you can't beat them, you can hide and hide until the next night...the good guys camp will still lose.

In the night session, werewolves are invincible and good guys don’t have enough votes.

...What's more, they also have a backup plan...

"You guys, just wait for me, I will remember you..." Edward moved his eyes and looked over one by one, remembering the figures of each werewolf player in his heart.

"But don't think... you just won..."

Edward's voice was as cold as his bones, as if he was holding someone on his back before he died, making everyone who came into contact with his gaze feel like they wanted to retreat.

That gaze was strong and cold, as if it wanted to penetrate people.

Like smoldering firewood, even if there is ashes attached, the residual warmth still remains.

After he finished speaking, everyone in the seats heard a cold reminder:

【The time for last words is over.】

There seemed to be an invisible sound of wind, and the square was filled with a faint smell of blood.

Su Mingan rubbed his bloodshot eyes, and his hands gradually came closer to his temples.

...Okay, everyone already knows who the werewolf is.

Go back to the previous file...pick them out one by one.

He closed his eyes and prepared to die.

"——Su Mingan."

Suddenly, he was about to turn back when he heard Edward's somewhat deep voice next to him.

He turned his head and saw those bright eyes, like travelers looking at each other across a boat, with the warm light of the lights passing through the mist.

"Now, I temporarily believe that you are a good person." Edward said: "I have temporarily lost to these despicable existences, and then I will leave it to you."

Su Mingan smiled: "Actually, you are no better than them - as long as it is a means of victory, there is no such thing as despicable or despicable."

Edward's eyes were slightly cold, but he did not refute.

"At least...I still have something to do." He said.

The candle went out.

It was clearly time for exile, but Edward was not dragged away directly.

Behind him, a transparent figure gradually appeared. The figure was wearing a cowboy hat, a linen cape, a thick scarf wrapped around his body, and holding a shiny gun in his hand.

The black muzzle of the gun was as dangerous as a black hole, and Edward stretched out his hand and took the gun from the spirit body.

"Flop the cards." He raised the muzzle of the gun and spoke coldly.

[Traveler No. 3 Edward turns over the card and his identity is a hunter.]

One of the four priests, hunter.

His skill is to kill any player on the field before dying.

This is a clerical identity that can only play its role before death.

He is not like a prophet who can find out the root cause at once, nor is he like a witch who can control life and death with one hand. He is not a guard who can protect innocent people who are about to be attacked at night.

The hunter's skills are powerful, straightforward, and cannot be disobeyed, with an aloofness unique to the priesthood.

Even if the hunter is banished, he can still provide a cushion before dying.

TA lets the other party know... Letting the hunter out is not something that can be taken lightly and just relax.

——You have to pay the price with your life.

[——Hunter, you are out, please choose the target to shoot. 】

Everyone on the field fell silent.

Mizushima Kawakora clenched her fists tightly, Lin Jiang shrank in her seat, Iris turned her head to avoid looking, and even Mizushima Kawaharu, who had been laughing and laughing, stopped smiling.

Like facing a trial, no one can stop the bullet fired from the hunter's gun.

Like being on a Russian carousel, the person hit by the physical bullet...will definitely die.

There is no room for escape.

"I choose." Edward spoke out, his eyes locked on a person who was also looking at him:

"—Take away No. 2, Noel."

Taking away the most powerful player in the werewolf camp and giving the good guys a moment of breathing space... This is the path he chose.

The smile on Noel's face did not change. Facing the black muzzle of the gun that turned around, he sighed slightly, then turned his head and looked at Mizushima Kawakora.

"The next step is up to you?" He tilted his head and smiled childishly.

"……I will."

Mizushima Kawakora nodded, his expression solemn.

…

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Fourth World·Currently identified:

No. 3 Edward (Hunter)

No. 4 Lu Shu (Witch)
Chapter completed!