Mizushima Kawakora saw that her nails had begun to grow longer, and fine hairs had grown on the backs of her hands. The door to the room had been opened, and the moonlight tonight was shining in, seeming to welcome her out.

She followed the prompts and arrived at a relatively large room. The walls of this room were densely covered with names that were difficult to see clearly. Red candles were burning on the stage, making a "cluster" sound.

Inside, her werewolf teammates had gathered.

This is where players from their werewolf camp discuss things before taking action.

"...He didn't come?" one person said.

"It doesn't matter, there is no need to ask that guy's opinion."

"Why don't you do it during the day?"

"This town is not that simple. I don't think it's just a battle between factions. I'm worried that if the secrets in the town can't be solved, total annihilation may be waiting for us."

"So do you want to leave someone to decrypt it? I said, I think I can do it alone."

"I don't feel comfortable leaving the possibility in the hands of strangers."

"……snort."

"Are you going to stab me tonight?"

"Are you going to kill him with a knife? I'm worried that it will be his clone who is killed."

"He must die...killing him once is killing him, and killing him several times is killing him. I don't believe he can live forever."

"Um... I think you should try to kill others. Many priesthoods are on the surface..."

"No, you don't understand. Identity and camp are not important in this game. What is important is..."

"Don't say these useless things. Let's continue the knife tonight. It doesn't matter if he doesn't die. Tomorrow we will muddy the water and find an opportunity to push away a good person and still fight him."

"Hmph... I don't know if it's luck or disaster to be assigned a teammate like you."

"Stop talking nonsense and prepare to attack. I think he is already prepared."

"So what, it will be just like the first night, it will be easy..."

…

The night is silent.

There was no light on the road, only the howling of wolves, resounding in the deathly town.

Mizushima Kawa Sora and his teammates walked on the road and landed silently. The surrounding houses with closed doors seemed to dim for a moment. In their eyes, they only saw the house with "No. 1" engraved on it.

Their figures were shrouded in dense black fog, airtight to ensure that the attackers could not see their appearance. Their voices were also forged, completely different from before.

——Now is the Werewolf Sword Man session.

The person being attacked can fight back, but it is generally of little use. The space in the house is small, and the person being attacked cannot leave the house. He also has to face more players than him at the same time, so he has almost no power to resist.

In fact, this is indeed the case.

On the first night before, their attack was indeed extremely easy.

"I'll restrain him first." Mizushima Kawakora said softly, "Then you guys come up again. He can't leave the room, so it's easy to deal with."

"Okay, I'm responsible for restricting his movements." His teammates responded.

Facing this quiet door, a long black knife appeared in Mizushimakawa's hand. She pressed the handle of the knife against the wooden door. The red light flashed and the door lock disappeared instantly, making it easy to enter.

"Squeak——"

Her attention was extremely focused for a moment. Although she had already had a successful experience, she did not think that the other party was someone who closed his eyes and waited for death. The other party was very cunning. Seeing how he was looking for clues so leisurely during the day, he must have had enough information.

Be prepared... Tonight's attack must be extremely difficult, and you may have to exhaust all your options before you can succeed.

There was a soft knock on the door, and her figure flashed inside. The mental light wave spread out in an instant, completely covering the entire room, ensuring that mental interference always existed. And the next moment, her black knife pointed straight towards the bed.

Go!

"Whoa!" The black knife penetrated directly into the bed. Mizushima Kawakora's body shook, and the pierced bed collapsed with a creaking sound.

"...not on the bed." Everything was dark in front of her eyes, and Mizushima Kawakawa's eyes flashed red. Because of her identity as a werewolf, she had some night vision, but she didn't see anyone in the room.

The layout of the entire room is extremely simple, which is also related to its small area. In addition to the mahogany table with an extinguished candlestick, there is only one stool, a wooden bed, and an extremely obvious sliding door cabinet.

Not on the bed, not under the bed, and under the table, he had a clear view. Mizushima Kawakora even looked up in case the guy was hiding on the beam, but he didn't see anyone.

Then, the only place to hide is...

"Pfft." Someone chuckled: "If you can't see it, where else could you be? Su Ming'an, you hid in the stupidest place."

"Surround the cabinet." Another person said, seeming to have drawn a weapon and pointing directly at the cabinet door.

"..." Mizushima Kawakora held up the black sword. She was ready to strike like a cheetah, as if she could strike with a thunderous blow at any time.

In the dark night, it was extremely quiet, so quiet that there was only the slight breathing of a few people.

"Hide on the bed, or stand in front of the door and wait... there is still a chance of turning over." His teammates sneered and said: "Hiding in the closet? I really don't know what you are thinking. Are you giving up?"

"...Don't speak so quickly. If he's not in the closet, the whole audience will look at you and be embarrassed." Another teammate reminded him in a low voice.

"——! It seems like it's a problem." His teammates were about to get angry, and they did find out the problem - would that guy really choose to hide in the closet? Isn't that... too stupid?

The teammate seemed to be eager to confirm whether he was being sarcastic just now and whether he was embarrassed in front of the empty cabinet. He quickly pointed with one hand and the cabinet door opened wide in an instant.

"Good evening."

They heard an extremely familiar voice.

Then, they saw that the man was actually sitting in the cabinet, still smiling at them.

"...You guys haven't slept either." Su Ming'an hugged the quilt and waved: "Tonight I tested Aini, and the guide An Lianna told me that he is actually a good person... It's a pity, it seems I can't get rid of it.

It’s up to you to touch Colonel Jin’s fate.”

"Ha." One person sneered: "It's actually inside... But, Su Mingan, do you really think of yourself as a prophet?"

"Isn't it? I think the inspection I reported is very real, right?" Su Mingan spread his hands: "I thought it would be safe tonight... Look, how good is a prophet who is not trusted by everyone?

Resist pushing, you can be slandered and exiled casually during the day... But, I made clear eye contact with Lu Shu this morning, just to let you know that he is a witch... In the end, instead of killing the witch, he came to kill me.

, I’m really sad.”

The person in front of him seemed to say this without any precautions, but Mizushima Kawa Sora's vigilance did not relax for a moment.

She knew that the person in front of her had never been a self-defeating person, and words like giving up had nothing to do with him - this was a guy who could use all the available objects around him to keep himself going. If he was sitting now

There was no way out in the cabinet, and it looked easy to deal with...then she might have overlooked something.

...Why is he sitting in the cabinet, in a conversational manner...

correct.

Mizushima Kawakora understood: "Su Mingan, you want to negotiate with us?"

He was deliberately lowering his position and showing his weakness without any cover. He was so brave... He was almost betting with his life that they would not take action the first time they saw him.

However, it was precisely because Su Ming'an was in the closet now with no way out that they could talk to him so relaxedly. If he had been on the bed from the beginning, the two parties might have started fighting.

...What a terrifying guy who can even take advantage of his own situation.

"Yes, negotiation." Su Mingan leaned on the counter, without even a weapon in his hand, looking extremely leisurely: "A negotiation between the prophet and the werewolf camp."

Someone laughed slightly, but the laughter was quickly suppressed.

"What do you want to say?" Mizushima Kawa Sora asked him.

"Now, turn around and turn right." Su Mingan pointed to the door: "Did you see the [four] on the house outside? Go to that house and kill him. That is a real witch. The poison is not used yet, no

Seize the opportunity?"

"You are so cruel to your Light Chaser," one person said.

"No way, think about it, the prophet is still much more important than the witch... Although I am a prophet that no one trusts, and I beat 11 every day, but even the players in the werewolf camp don't believe me, isn't it too miserable?

..." Su Mingan said with a smile: "However, it's not important. What I want to find out is not the identity of the werewolf, but the mystery of this town. Why don't you let me go first and let me decipher it for you in a few days.

Did you just come to kill me?"

With a "swish" sound, Mizushima Chuan took out the knife and put the blade against his throat.

Her crow-feather-like eyelashes trembled slightly, and a glimmer of werewolf blood-red light flowed from her eyes.

"...No need." She said coldly: "Both Edward and I can solve the final answer. You'd better die."

"Why are you so hostile to me..." Su Mingan sighed slightly: "I remember my charm should be A... Why can't I convince you..."

Mizushima Kawakora noticed something slightly wrong, but the strange feeling passed by like a meteor, leaving her unable to capture the details.

...Why is this guy's tone of voice so...

"Is this still Su Ming'an's clone?" Someone pointed out the doubt in her heart.

……correct.

Mizushima Kawakora's eyes lit up - the tone of this man's words was too frivolous, not like that Su Ming'an at all... The look he looked at himself was not that deep and heavy, not like looking at his so-called "lighthouse", but rather

It's like looking at an ordinary player.

For a moment, she felt unaccustomed to losing all attention.
To be continued...