"Of course we need to! How can things within the rules be changed so easily?"

Suddenly, the clown's voice rang out. Everyone looked up and saw a new small window pop up in the corner of the electronic screen. The clown was still sitting in his room, answering Number Three's question with a deep expression.

"Of course, given that one of the wolves doesn't follow the rules, there will be a slight change to tonight's schedule."

"first……"

"Hmph, I'm going to punish this spoilsport wolf severely!" The clown pressed some button, and a white dialog box appeared on the electronic screen. In the center of the dialog box, black numbers kept jumping and changing, which were the numbers of the seven people.

Everyone held their breath and looked up at the dialog box.

After about two or three minutes, the letters froze, turning from black to red, with the bolded font slightly tilted, as if blood might drip down at any moment.

Number four.

Whether it was astonishment, relief, or indifference, a gaze fell upon him. The thin boy stood beside Number Three with a blank stare, his face slightly pale, but his expression calm.

“Yes… I am a wolf.” He faced the gazes of the crowd with composure.

"Why?! Why didn't you kill him?!" Number Three, somewhat losing his composure, grabbed his arm tightly, veins bulging on the back of his hand, completely disregarding the others present, and questioned him almost hysterically.

"You know the rules, don't you? You..." His eyes reddened, and he looked disheveled and vulnerable, speaking in an almost pleading tone, "Just kill me?"

Even if you're implying I should die?

"Brother." Number Four, who usually appeared dull, took a step back and easily broke free from Number Three's grasp. His eyes showed a calmness and composure that was beyond his years.

“Brother, you must live. I cannot live in your place.” He bent down to pick up the teddy bear from the ground, carefully brushed the dust off it, and then solemnly handed it to Number Three.

"Your little bear brother is back."

"Brother, I'm leaving now."

Having said that, he turned away indifferently, looking up at the clown with the bizarre expression on the electronic screen: "I broke the rules of the game, are you going to execute me?"

“Of course, my poor guest,” the clown pronounced his fate in a strange tone, “but I don’t want to turn you into a puppet anymore.”

"A disobedient wolf is born to be eaten."

As soon as the words were spoken, a gaping maw emitting a strong, stench descended from the sky, swiftly snatching Number Four inside before returning to the ceiling.

Only then did everyone realize that it was a giant man-eating flower hanging upside down.

The thick, scarlet petals were closed, and blood dripped slowly from the gaps as they writhed.

Like a rain of blood.

Blood splattered on Number Three's face. He seemed not to have realized what had happened yet, staring up at the huge flower with bloodshot eyes.

"Ah..." His lips moved, squeezing out a hoarse, almost inaudible wail from his throat.

"It's too cruel." Even Xiao Cheng couldn't help but sigh.

"The execution is over, so according to procedure, we still need to release the last clue." The Joker sat comfortably on the stool, swinging his legs.

The dialog box on the electronic screen disappeared, and the clown's video interface was also minimized.

The last sentence slowly emerged.

"Clue 4, brother, hello."

Number Three stood blankly beneath the rain of blood, like a dead statue.

The clock struck midnight precisely, and the clown officially announced, "The wolf is dead. Guests, please vote in three minutes to execute the accomplice in sheep's clothing."

"Ah... is it possible to play like this?" Xiao Cheng sighed.

“There’s no clue about the accomplices,” Number Two shook his head. “But based on our previous analysis…”

"I vote for number three," number one said almost without hesitation.

"It's not him, it can't be him," Number Two said with certainty.

"Does it matter? Judging from his appearance, he probably won't live past tomorrow." Xiao Cheng sat there casually. "Anyway, I'll vote for number three."

Number Two looked at Xiao Cheng and then at Number One, and finally decided to follow his own choice: "I vote for the mute girl."

The mute girl couldn't speak, but she slowly raised her arm and pointed to the direction of number three.

Number Two got a little anxious: "It's not him! He said Number Four could kill him. If he were a henchman, he wouldn't have said such a thing! You've made the wrong choice! Number Three! Tell me yourself, you're not a henchman, so who do you choose?!"

Number Three remained stunned for a long time before recovering as the clown counted down, his gaze fixed on Number One and Number Two.

Then he gave a smile that looked even uglier than crying.

"I..." His voice was hoarse and his breath was weak, as if he might die at any moment.

The Joker paused the countdown, resting his chin on his hand and patiently awaiting his choice.

“I… am the accomplice. I vote for myself; I am the accomplice in this round.”

Number Two stared wide-eyed in disbelief, unusually losing his composure, and wanted nothing more than to pounce on Number Three and shake the utter confusion from his head: "...Do you know what you're saying?"

"I know." Number Three wiped the blood off his face and lowered his head dejectedly. "I know."

"I am the accomplice, four to two, let me die."

"Please... let me die."

The clown tilted his head back and let out a screeching laugh, and a message appeared on the screen: "Congratulations, today's executioner is—a sheep."

Then the carnivorous flower reopened its petals and swooped down to swallow Number Three whole.

The scene from just now is repeating itself.

Number Two stared blankly at the blood mixed together, muttering, "They've gone mad... they've all gone mad."

The mute girl turned her head away, unable to bear it, and then saw Fang He and Xiao Cheng's expressionless faces.

"Is the first round over?" Xiao Cheng urged impatiently, even yawning wearily.

The image of the clown on the screen flickered, seemingly surprised that there was such a straightforward player.

“Of course, the new ID cards have already been updated in your room,” he nodded in response.

"That's great." Xiao Cheng stood up and casually brushed the dust off her clothes. "So I can sleep in tomorrow, right?"

The clown was speechless for a moment, as if he didn't understand what she was saying.

But Xiao Cheng didn't need his reaction. With her hands in her pockets, she walked upstairs on her own.

The first thing Xiao Cheng did upon returning to her room was to open the bedside table drawer, where, sure enough, the familiar pink envelope was placed in a familiar spot.

Upon opening the envelope, there was still a bright red card inside.

It's still a lamb on the grill.

"Tsk, boring." Xiao Cheng stared at the card burning away in her hand, her fingertips turning red from the heat, but she just rubbed it casually, then brushed off the ashes and went to sleep.

It wasn't until nearly nine o'clock the next morning.