Chao Youye nodded calmly: "Chao Youye, Mu Xinrong."
"I heard Qingliu mention it," Ning Xiwan's gaze lingered on Chao Youye's overly calm face for a moment, and her smile deepened when she turned to Mu Xinrong.
"Especially you, little Xinrong, you can make our little Qingliu take the initiative to mention the word 'friend'. You are really capable." The good-natured teasing made Mu Xinrong's ears warm.
"Alright, alright, everyone's here! Let's play Werewolf!" Hua Jinyue hugged her precious art book, her eyes darting over the cards on the low table. "My brother just bought these, they're awesome!"
"Werewolf? Good idea." Bai Zhiye's gentle voice echoed. She emerged from the kitchen carrying an exquisite fruit plate. She was wearing a light blue knitted dress, her temperament as gentle as water. Her long hair was loosely tied, with a few strands of hair adding to her beauty.
She put down the fruit plate and smiled gently at everyone, "I haven't played for a long time."
She walked to Ye Qingliu's side very naturally. Ye Qingliu pushed his cup of black coffee towards her, while Bai Zhiye picked up the cup of specially brewed cocoa.
The two exchanged a knowing look, showing a tacit understanding.
"Sister Nai!" Hua Jinyue immediately took Bai Zhiye's arm affectionately.
Bai Zhiye smiled and pinched her cheek, showing their close relationship.
"Then let's play Werewolf." Duan Shuce gently pushed his glasses up. "Classic twelve-player game, with random characters. I'll have to ask Wanwan to be the judge."
He looked at Ning Xiwan.
"No problem." Ning Xiwan pulled Duan Shuce to sit on the soft carpet. "It's a good opportunity to see if Qingliu's brain is still good enough."
His eyes were full of pride that "my kid is the best in the world".
Hua Jinyue excitedly dealt the cards. Mu Xinrong, Chao Youye, Bai Zhiye, Duan Shuce, Ning Xiwan, Hua Jinyue, and Ye Qingliu, seven of them, sat around.
Mu Xinrong turned over a corner of the character card - the prophet.
His heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously glanced at Chao Youye. Chao Youye had already finished examining the cards, her expression unfazed. Ye Qingliu casually glanced at them before putting them down, his gray-blue eyes calmly scanning the room like a scanner.
After reviewing the cards, Bai Zhiye gave Ye Qingliu a gentle, trusting smile. Hua Jinyue clutched the cards, nervously and excitedly glancing at her brother.
Ning Xiwan and Duan Shuce were talking in low voices, looking relaxed.
"It's dark, please close your eyes." Ning Xiwan's voice was filled with laughter.
Mu Xinrong closed his eyes, his senses heightened in the darkness. He could hear the rustling of fabric and Hua Jinyue's slightly rapid breathing.
"Werewolf please open your eyes."
Mu Xinrong concentrated.
He caught a faint, almost annihilated sound, coming from Ye Qingliu. Then, his index finger tapped twice on the soft carpet, extremely restrained and short, like some kind of encrypted command.
"Werewolves, please confirm your identities and choose your targets."
There was a brief silence, and Mu Xinrong held his breath.
Who will the wolf knife fall on?
"Werewolf, please close your eyes." Ning Xiwan's voice rang out.
Did he spend the first night safely? Mu Xinrong was worried.
"Prophet, please open your eyes."
Mu Xinrong opened his eyes immediately.
Ning Xiwan gestured for a choice. He pointed at Ye Qingliu without hesitation! If this person were a wolf, he would be a huge threat!
Ning Xiwan looked at the direction he pointed, raised her eyebrows slightly, and silently made a werewolf gesture!
Mu Xinrong's heart sank and he suppressed his shock and closed his eyes.
Subsequent character actions.
"It's dawn, everyone please open your eyes."
"Last night was Christmas Eve." Ning Xiwan announced.
Hua Jinyue slapped his chest exaggeratedly: "Scared Jinyue to death!"
Bai Zhiye smiled and nodded, while Duan Shuce seemed to be lost in thought. Ye Qingliu looked indifferent, his gaze sweeping across Mu Xinrong's tense face.
"Let Mu Xinrong start speaking."
Mu Xinrong took a deep breath, "I'm a prophet! First night's inspection of Ye Qingliu—Werewolf! Follow me with all your votes, and vote him out today!"
The living room suddenly became quiet, and everyone's attention was focused on Ye Qingliu.
Ye Qingliu raised his eyes, and looked at Mu Xinrong calmly with his gray-blue eyes. There was no panic in his eyes, only a kind of almost compassionate... understanding?
He spoke slowly, his voice clear and magnetic, with convincing penetration:
"Xinrong, your logic is based on your fear of my personal abilities, not my actions on the field. This doesn't embody the calm mindset of a prophet. Secondly, you were so brazen as to pretend to be the prophet, accurately killing the blinded player without any foreshadowing on the first night. It was extremely abrupt. It was more like a werewolf stabbing himself to create an identity, or perhaps taking the blame for the real prophet?"
He paused briefly, his gaze sweeping across the crowd. "I suggest the true prophet hide for a moment. Today, we can remove those whose statements are flawed, such as... Hua Jinyue. Her 'relief' reaction just now was too deliberate, revealing her innocence. I suspect she's a wolf, putting on a show for the good guys after learning about Christmas Eve."
The spearhead shifted instantly, accurately hitting Hua Jinyue's "loophole".
Hua Jinyue's anger instantly exploded, her face flushing red. "Brother! You're slandering me! I'm really scared! You're bullying me!"
She glared at Ye Qingliu angrily, her almond-shaped eyes sparkling with tears, and she felt so aggrieved that she seemed like she was about to cry in the next second, acting out the drama of "being wrongly accused of having a brother complex" to the fullest.
Duan Shuce nodded. "Qingliu's rebuttal is logically sound, but Xinrong's claim of being a prophet is rather abrupt. As for Jinyue..."
He looked at Hua Jinyue, his eyes gentle yet scrutinizing, "Your reaction is indeed too intense."
Ning Xiwan also nodded, looking at Mu Xinrong with a scrutinizing look in her eyes: "Xinrong, it's hard to convince people with just the killing. Qingliu's analysis is more tenable."
Bai Zhiye looked at Ye Qingliu quietly, her eyes full of complete trust and tenderness, and added softly at the right moment: "Well... Qingliu is right, Xinrong may be too nervous. I... don't have much information, I'll listen to everyone."
Integrate the intention of "following the ticket" naturally.
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