Chapter 191: The Death Game came to deceive and attack this 70-year-old...
After she finished her speech, the speech on Lin Xi's side was over.
Then, the next speech will start from the old man with the goat mask opposite Lin Xi.
The old man cleared his throat.
"My turn? Oh... something like this really makes the old man upset."
"At my age, I should be enjoying my retirement at home! My three grandsons and two granddaughters are all waiting for me to come back."
"When I was about to go out, my little parrot kept holding the edge of my sleeve with its cute little beak, not letting me leave."
"I finally calmed it down and went out, but the road was full of potholes and I almost fell."
"I'm not like you young people at my age! A fall is a big deal! It's dangerous enough to kill me. If I get bumped or hit, I'm dead!"
"And so, I ended up here," the old man sighed and shook his head. "Now that I think about it, whether it was the little guy tugging at my sleeve to prevent me from leaving, or the potholes along the way, they were all warnings from the gods!"
"Oh, it's all my fault for not understanding God's intention at the time!"
"I hope the gods can forgive me and bless me to get out safely!"
"Ah, getting older makes you more talkative. Don't get me wrong, I may talk about the gods a lot, but I'm not superstitious at all!"
"Although I'm old, my arms and legs are still flexible, and my brain is still alive and well. I can accept new things!"
"This Werewolf thing is really popular among young people. My grandchildren love to play it. I've also played a few rounds. Although I'm always defeated by them, I'm considered a player who is familiar with the rules."
"This thing is just a bunch of cheating. Hey, my grandchildren look so well-behaved, but when they start playing games, they cheat me without mercy. They cheated an old man like me out of everything."
"What Miss Asaka said just now was right. There are five of us now, and except for Mrs. Mizutani who revealed that she is a prophet, the other four all claim to be commoners! How is that possible? The commoners are all on your side!"
"But I, an old man, don't mean to blame you. Aside from the Prophet, the other two priesthoods aren't suitable for revealing their identities on the first day. As for the Hunter, he can play normally during the day and use his skills to take down any player present. But at night, whether it's a werewolf attack or a witch poisoning him, he's powerless to resist. If he reveals his identity on the first day, he might be targeted and taken away by a werewolf at night, and then his skills would be completely wasted."
"It's not easy for a witch to reveal her identity. Although the witch's antidote can save her in this game, it's very dangerous once her identity is exposed. The werewolf definitely doesn't want her to use the bottle of poison on herself. If she kills the prophet, she might be next."
"So, some clergy hide their identities and claim to be civilians. This is a normal strategy in the game. This game is all about deception! Cheat, sneak attack! There's no other way. The werewolves on the field are listening too. How can this game be played without telling a lie?"
"It all depends on who can reason and whose words are convincing. Honestly, an old man like me isn't suited to this kind of scheming. I just can't see clearly! However, I've played so many games, and I know what I need to do to win."
"You have to vote someone out during the day. Even if there weren't those new rules added in the past two days—oh, God bless you—you still have to vote someone out! Otherwise, how can the game continue? A lot can be revealed through everyone's speeches and voting tendencies."
"There are many differences between the Werewolf game here and the Werewolf game my old man used to play at home. For example, the werewolves are blindfolded—meaning they don't see each other at night! The werewolves don't know each other's identities and can't communicate, which greatly reduces their chances of winning. Also, daytime voting is real-name voting. This means we can see who voted for whom in the room."
"This is going to be really difficult for werewolves. If you want to hide your identity, you can't vote for characters who are obviously good guys, otherwise it will be very obvious."
"However, I won't speak from the werewolf's perspective. After all, I'm an old man and I'm on the good side."
"As for whether it's a commoner or a clergyman—who knows? Allow me, an old man, to create some suspense for you! Anyway, as long as the witch doesn't show up, no one will die on the first night!"
"I'll just read everyone's speeches during the day and vote. Mrs. Mizutani, thankfully your seat is in front of me. I'm old enough and don't want to make mistakes, so I can only place my hopes on others. When it's time to vote, I'll vote for whoever you vote for."
"Anyway, it's definitely not wrong to vote according to the prophet."
"As for the rest, I, an old man, can't think of anything else. However, I agree with what Miss Asaka said. Everyone, don't be emotional! Don't believe in the kindness of werewolves, and don't underestimate the determination of good people!"
"In this game of Werewolf, our lives are at stake."
"I am an unknown person, so I will not introduce myself. I will give the floor to the next speaker."
After saying this, the old man stroked his goatee.
Next to him was a burly man wearing a white full-face mask.
He sighed: "Qiu Shanjiang—this is my name."
"Hey. I guess everyone here is rich, right? Even that guy who seemed to be marrying into the family—the one who kept coughing, what was his name? Xin—looks like he's a highly educated person."
"I'm not. I'm a rough guy, with no education and no money."
“I’m here because of that piece that I got, by chance.”
"Haha, when I saw that work, I didn't even think it belonged to a famous person."
"Honestly, I just can't appreciate it—the weird colors are one thing, but what are these densely packed characters? And the completely melted, undefined border... Honestly, is there really anyone who can appreciate a work like this?"
"Oh, sorry, Mr. Konggu, I forgot you liked Miss X's paintings."
Takumi Ooyama apologized slightly to Toru Amuro. He continued, "Besides, this painting looks like it's been through World War II, with all the smoke and fire—let's be honest, even if we hire someone as skilled as you can, what's that called? Someone who restores paintings? A restorer? Yeah, that's probably what it is. No matter how they restore it, it's never going to be the same, right?"
"It's as if it was deliberately destroyed."
"Oops, I'm getting off track again. Anyway, after I acquired the painting, the auction house contacted me. That's how I was able to participate in the auction as a seller."
"However, I'm afraid my little trick can't be hidden from you all. That's right, last night, I deliberately leaked the information about Miss X's auction item. I wanted to make a little extra money. If everyone knew about this item in advance, maybe they would save their money and buy it instead."
"Oh, and sorry, this gentleman—" Qiu Shanjiang said to the man in the African mask who was sitting across from him. "As a seller, I'm deliberately bidding against you because I want to take a gamble and raise the price a bit."
"I didn't expect Mrs. Mizutani to buy the painting at a price that neither of us could afford."
"What a shame! Now we can't even survive. We're trapped here and can't get out, let alone take the auction items and the money with us."
Lin Xi glanced at him.
This man looks honest, but he is actually very smart. He is good at seizing opportunities and adapting to circumstances.
He said that the painting was discovered by chance, but he didn't explain how it happened.
It takes a certain amount of judgment and courage to find someone at an auction who really wants his item and still make a bid even though he clearly has no money.
"Let's get back to the game itself." Qiu Shanjiang smiled. "I'm a commoner. I don't know why there are so many commoners on the field. Maybe everyone is lying."
"But I'm really a commoner."
"I've never played Werewolf before. Oh, I should have learned more about it earlier. Hunters, witches, to be honest, I still don't understand their abilities. I'm still confused! Luckily, I'm just a commoner, so I don't have to think too much."
"As for voting, well, I think it's best if I abstain."
"I hope the good guys on the field can help me win."
"I'm done! Next one."
He waved his hand and leaned back in his seat.
The next person to speak was a short man wearing a metal half-face mask.
He laughed a few times at the beginning.
"Mr. Qiu Shan, I guessed long ago that you were the one who deliberately released the news about that product."
"So when Mrs. Mizutani asked why the auction items were kept secret while there was still so much news out there, I deliberately brought it up."
"'It's also possible that the seller proactively released the auction information in order to attract other people's interest in the auction.'"
"Let's get to the point. Haha, I'm not like you guys who use up all five minutes. I don't have that many personal stories to tell."
"I don't know any of you here. I'm not interested in your love, hate, or grudges. I just want to win the game and get out of this damn place."
"It's a shame, my card is a civilian card. It has no other function except voting during the day."
"Okay, let's pass it."
He is lying.
Lin Xi made the first judgment.
On Toru Amuro's first day at the ancient arena, she accidentally overheard a conversation. One voice belonged to Shin Kamijutsuji, who was next to her, and the other belonged to this person.
He might not be familiar with others, but he definitely knows Tsuji Shin.
Moreover, their conversation that day involved a third person.
Perhaps that third person is also on the scene now. Lin Xi looked at the people that Kamijutsuji Shin knew, the Asayama family, one by one, but could not see any clues.
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