She didn't want to hear the rest.

She didn't want to hear about the unborn child.

In the interstellar era, how precious are the offspring? Made from unborn ones?

Wang Wenfei glanced at the clock in the room again and said quietly, "We still have an hour before we can buy boxed lunches."

Everyone looked at the clock; it was almost midnight. Normally, this time of day would be the least desirable in this kind of game scenario, but inexplicably, everyone was happy because they could buy boxed lunches again.

Although their academic credits seem to be disappearing, these credits seem to be unimportant now. The best outcome for them is to go through the game, and the insights they gain from it are the most important.

This game exposed their biggest weakness.

The ability to perceive subtle details.

And many of them started making assumptions from the moment they came in.

While thinking about this, Wang Wenfei first started rummaging through the room.

"What are you doing?" Zhen Po asked curiously when she saw her like this.

“They’re a family that’s closely connected to the Claytons, so could there be some evidence hidden here?” Wang Wenfei said, then remembered Yuan Fang’s earlier guess, and said, “We can’t just rely on guesses and assumptions; we have to find evidence.”

As she spoke, Wang Wenfei looked at Zhen Hu again, thought for a moment, and then said, "It's better to rely on yourself than to rely on others."

Hearing this, even Zhen Po was speechless. Seeing her like this, Da Yao and Zhen Po also joined in.

In response, Mingmei glanced at Yuan Fang, who seemed to be moving closer to her, tilted her head slightly, and wondered what he was up to.

Aren't you going?

"Where to?" Yuan Fang, who had been interrupted by Mingmei and was leaning closer to Mu Chen to ask if there was any special news about him as an undead, replied subconsciously.

“Go and search the house with them.” After saying that, Mingmei looked at him questioningly and asked again, “What are you standing here for?”