Chao Youye spoke calmly, "Xinrong's accusation lacks prior support, and Qingliu's rebuttal is valid. However, Hua Jinyue's behavior is more consistent with his character, and he may not be a wolf. Given insufficient information, I suggest recommending a slacker."
He turned his gaze calmly to Bai Zhiye, "Student Lin hasn't spoken yet."
Bai Zhiye smiled gently when she was called out. "I'm a blindfolded player, so I really don't have any information. I can only listen to everyone's analysis. I think Qingliu's logic is clear, and Xinrong may be... too anxious. I... trust everyone's judgment."
Her eyes always followed Ye Qingliu gently, and she made the "following" look natural.
Duan Shuce pushed his glasses. "I agree with Youye. With insufficient information, it's better to speculate on contradictions or inaction. When Xinrong and Qingliu clash, one must be the wolf. Qingliu's logic is superior, while Jinyue's reaction is questionable but understandable. To be on the safe side, I suggest sending Xinrong out first to verify his identity. If he's the wolf, Qingliu's identity is confirmed; if he's the prophet... Qingliu's problem is serious."
Ning Xiwan mused, "Shu Ce's words make sense. Xinrong, I'm sorry for wronging you."
Hua Jinyue immediately raised her hand, feeling wronged and determined to "sacrifice her relatives for the greater good," "I agree! Get rid of Brother Xinrong! Who allowed him to slander Brother? Brother wouldn't lie!"
Perfectly utilize the brother-loving personality to muddy the waters.
The situation suddenly became one-sided, and Mu Xinrong had no way to defend himself.
Ye Qingliu held the cup calmly, a fox-like glimmer flashing across the depths of his gray-blue eyes.
Voting: Mu Xinrong was voted out by all votes (except himself, Chao Youye and Ye Qingliu).
"Mu Xinrong is out. Identity—" Ning Xiwan flipped the cards, "Prophet!"
"Ah?!" Hua Jinyue exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hands, her acting convincing. Duan Shuce and Ning Xiwan looked surprised. Bai Zhiye frowned and looked at Ye Qingliu with just the right amount of worry.
Chao Youye's expression remained unchanged.
Ye Qingliu's expression was calm, he only sighed slightly, his tone carrying just the right amount of regret and self-blame: "It's actually true. Sorry Xinrong, it was my misjudgment. The werewolves are cunning, the witch who first stabbed them (was rescued), and they successfully muddied the waters, sacrificing the true prophet. The good guys are in danger."
He cleared himself in an instant and put the blame on the "cunning wolf" and the "lucky victim", successfully shifting the focus.
Mu Xinrong was going crazy: This acting wolf is terrible!
The game continued. Ye Qingliu, like a sophisticated CPU, controlled the entire situation. He used impeccable rhetoric and logical traps to cleverly shield his fellow wolf teammates (Bai Zhiye and Hua Jinyue), repeatedly directing the blame towards Duan Shuce and Ning Xiwan.
He accurately used Hua Jinyue's "brother-control" personality to let her play the "emotional card" in the critical round, crying about the grievances of being besieged by "good guys" with tears in her eyes, and successfully won Ning Xiwan's maternal sympathy and Duan Shuce's helplessness.
Chao Youye tried several times to turn the tide and calmly pointed out the extremely subtle and imperceptible unreasonable aspects in Ye Qingliu's speech (such as the vague description of a certain time point).
He pointed out that although Bai Zhiye seemed to be going with the flow, he was actually subtly agreeing with Ye Qingliu's position every time he spoke, and even caught Hua Jinyue's momentary hesitation on the key vote.
However, Ye Qingliu can always make the best use of little effort and resolve crises with a larger logical network or by quickly changing the subject (such as suddenly analyzing off-field factors).
Although Duan Shuce and Ning Xiwan are strong, they gradually lose their way due to the information fog and emotional offensive woven by Ye Qingliu and the seamless cooperation of Bai Zhiye and Hua Jinyue.
"It's dawn. Last night, Duan Shuce and Ning Xiwan died. The game is over." Ning Xiwan's voice was filled with a helpless smile. "The werewolf camp wins."
"Yeah! Long live brother!" Hua Jinyue's face instantly turned from cloudy to sunny, from a wronged little white rabbit to a proud little fox. She rushed over and hugged Ye Qingliu's arm tightly, her little face flushed with excitement.
"We won! Brother is the best!"
Bai Zhiye also showed a gentle and proud smile and clapped his hands gently.
Ye Qingliu was held and rocked by his sister, and the cold mask of control on his face completely melted.
He rubbed Hua Jinyue's hair helplessly, a genuine and bright smile spreading across his gray-blue eyes, with a boyish shyness: "Okay, Jinyue, stop it."
The tenderness that he only reveals in front of his closest relatives makes him feel lively.
"Ye! Qing! Liu!" Ning Xiwan was both angry and amused. She picked up a pillow and pretended to smash it. "You little bastard! You even lied to your sister! You have such good acting skills! And Jinyue! You cry so easily! The Oscars owe you a little golden statue!"
"I'm not lying! I'm a wolf! Of course I have to act well as a wolf!" Hua Jinyue hid behind Ye Qingliu and stuck out her tongue with confidence, without any trace of the grievance and pity she had just shown.
Duan Shuce also smiled and shook his head, sincerely convinced: "I am convinced. Qingliu's logic, control of the situation, psychological warfare, including the precise use of Jinyue and Lin's 'personal settings', are textbook-level. We have been in your script from beginning to end."
Mu Xinrong also recovered from the depression of being the "unjustly killed prophet" and looked at Ye Qingliu, who was surrounded by his sister and girlfriend, took off all his cold outer appearance, and even smiled a little "cutely".
He sighed sincerely, "Qingliu, you're such a terrifying wolf! You're completely in control! And Jinyue and Naizi, your coordination is flawless!"
Ye Qingliu raised his eyes, his gray-blue eyes were as clear as glass under the light, and he regained his cold and gentle demeanor: "It's just a game strategy. Logic, performance, and the use of your companions' characteristics are all indispensable."
He looked at Mu Xinrong and said with a sincere apology, "I'm sorry for what happened just now, Xinrong."
"It's okay, it's okay!" Mu Xinrong waved his hands quickly, feeling a little embarrassed. "I was too reckless and didn't speak well, so you took advantage of me."
Chao Youye sat quietly aside, watching this noisy and warm scene.
His eyes fell on Ye Qingliu - the head of the Ye family who was able to make great changes in the business world and plan everything in the game. But now, among his trusted circle of relatives and friends, he was just a boy who would be pinched on the face by his older sister, act coquettishly by his younger sister, and show a shy smile.
That carefully guarded "cuteness" is a treasure only open to certain people.
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