Chapter 197 Death Game Grudge
Many people on the field were lost in thought.
That's right, according to the rules, if Asayama Onto dies during the day, it does meet the condition for someone to be eliminated during the day.
But this seems to be a loophole in the rules.
Will the host of this game allow them to do this?
Many people turned their attention to the motionless hooded figure in the center of the screen.
If that guy doesn't agree to them taking advantage of the loophole and just kills anyone at random after they all give up... then everything they do will be in vain.
"Sir." As if aware of their doubts, Asayama Hui stood up and asked the hooded figure, "Excuse me, was what I just said correct?"
The figure seemed to ponder for a moment before speaking, "How unexpected... Hehehe, but this makes it even more interesting. Yes, you did eliminate one person today."
Asayama Hui nodded and sat down.
"Next speaker, please," she said.
Asayama Rika gritted her teeth and said, "I...I don't have anything to say about the game."
"But, Mom, how did Dad die? He looked fine yesterday."
"Did you...did you do something?" She said this with difficulty.
Asayama Hui didn't even look at her, but just turned her head away and refused to communicate.
Asayama Rika persisted, "Dad's health has indeed never been good. I remember it since I was a child. But he's been holding on for so many years, how could he collapse overnight?"
"You know everything about Dad's life and his physical condition. You know how to make him emotionally agitated and how to cause a heart attack. If anyone could have made his death look like an accident, it would have been you."
"You're pretending to be nice to everyone, reminding them not to eliminate others during the day...but your real purpose is to cover up the truth about my father's death, right?"
Asayama Rika stared at her mother's profile.
Her speech was getting faster and faster, and the words were pouring out of her mouth before she could fully grasp their meaning.
"That's right. Dad has so many women out there, and sometimes he even brings them home. I've seen it all! As a woman, how could you not be angry?"
"And Dad has always been very rough with you. It hasn't escalated to the point of domestic violence, but he's always bossing you around. He doesn't care about you at all. To him, you're just a piece of fancy jewelry he has to wear on important occasions."
"Since it's just jewelry, why take it seriously? Wear it when you need it, and put it away when you don't."
"If you continue to live in such an environment, even the most tolerant person will not be able to bear it."
"So, when Dad met Mrs. Mizutani again in this place and showed his affection to her, leaving you aside, you finally couldn't help but want to kill her, right?"
"It just so happens that this place provides the perfect stage for you. So many people have died in this 'Death Game'..." At this point, Asayama Rika thought of Kamijutsuji Shin again, and her voice distorted for a moment. "So what if one more person dies? Even if the police come and interrupt the game, it's hard to hold anyone responsible."
"Mom, I understand you. You are cruel, cold-blooded, and heartless. You are not afraid of death, nor do you have enough reverence for life. Dad treats you as a piece of jewelry, and don't you treat him as a tool? There is no love between you at all."
Asayama Hui took a deep breath.
Her lips were tightly pursed, revealing no emotion.
Deep down, she also agreed with her daughter's words.
That's right, she is a cruel, indifferent and ruthless person. There is indeed no love between her and Asayama Onto, there is only mutual exploitation - even his death was used by her.
...Living in such a family, Rika is really pitiful.
"...That's all I have to say," said Asayama Rika. "Although I think there are doubts about Dad's death, Mom is right. We don't need to eliminate anyone in today's vote. I will abstain from voting."
"Also, I hope to see Dad's body after the voting is over this morning. As the saying goes, 'three heads make a great master,' even if none of you here work in criminal investigation, you'll probably be able to discover something."
"Okay, next person please speak."
Asayama Rika seems to have matured considerably since her lover's passing. While her comments are still subjective, they are much calmer than before.
The next person to speak was the short old man with a goatee.
He stroked his beard and expressed the same attitude as yesterday: "Whoever Mrs. Mizutani votes for, I will vote for. Pass!"
After him came Qiu Shanjiang. Seeing everyone's gaze on him, he shrugged. "What else is there to say? Everything has already been said by the previous person. I just pray that the werewolves don't come and kill me tonight. I abstained from voting yesterday, and of course I will abstain today as well. I'm not so cruel as to easily sentence someone to death in a vote that could determine their fate."
Next was a short man wearing a metal full-face mask.
He relaxed his posture and sighed.
"Oh, how can I put it? I never expected something like this to happen. Our poor Mr. Asayama actually died like this. Tsk, tsk, tsk. Mr. Asayama's daughter suspected his wife of murdering him, and his wife voted her son-in-law out yesterday. Although my vote also contributed to it... The love-hate relationship contained in this game is really eye-opening for me."
He shook his head. "Come on, next one. Let's just get this over with, shall we?"
The man with the African mask next to him was also meticulously dressed in a three-piece suit today.
He glanced towards Lin Xi subtly and spoke slowly, "I agree with what everyone said before. It looks like this morning's game will soon be over."
"Also, I think the suggestion made by Ms. Asayama Rika is also very practical. If possible, let's all go to the Asayama family's room together later."
"My speech is over."
Seeing that they had all finished speaking, the man in the pointed hat, knowing that no one would die today, waved his hand boredly: "Okay, then let's move on to the voting phase."
Starting with Toru Amuro, everyone chose to abstain.
However, when it came to the short man, something unexpected happened.
"Hehe... How I wish I were the last one in line." The short man said, "That way I could have the final say in the vote. Unfortunately, there are people behind me. I'm sorry, Mrs. Asayama, I swear to God that I'm not a werewolf. However, I have a personal vendetta to settle, and this is a perfect opportunity. I can't let it slip away."
"Brother," he said, smiling at the last person to vote beside him, "You came here, so you don't want to kill anyone, right? How about abstaining from voting later? Anyway, even if you vote, we'll still have to re-vote if the votes are tied. To be honest, I'm a hunter."
"If a hunter is ticketed out, he can take one person away during the day."
"If any of you get in my way and I'm voted out, I'll drag that person down with me."
"Do you understand?" He sneered and looked around.
The African masked man remained silent.
The others were startled by this sudden turn of events, but he had already loudly announced his vote: "Tomihara Taro! It's you—" He pointed at the old man with a goatee, "I voted for you."
"What!?" The old man with a goatee was shocked. "God, what are you doing?! Who are you to harm me, an old man, for no reason?"
"Haha." The short man sneered, "I'm just a nobody. Of course you don't know me. After all, you've killed so many people!"
"You seem to have a large family now. I heard you have several grandchildren? Haha...your child is alive and well, but mine will never come back!" The short man said this with some emotion: "I wanted to kill you yesterday. But I couldn't find a suitable reason. I absolutely cannot die before killing you."
"So I have been holding back... my hatred for you... until now, when I finally have the chance to kill you."
The host listened with some interest.
Although the short man and the old man with a goatee had violated the rules by talking during the voting session, the conflict that broke out between them was exactly the fun that the host wanted to see, so he did not say anything to stop them.
"Tomihara Taro," the short man said, "You killed my Xiaoyi. Out of superstition for your so-called gods, you captured him and sacrificed him... He was only two years old at the time. When I arrived, my Xiaoyi... was left with only a pile of unrecognizable flesh and blood."
"I told the police that you killed my Xiaoyi and many other children, but no one was willing to believe me. After all, you are a great philanthropist, Tomihara Taro!" The short man couldn't stop crying as he spoke. "Your charity deeds are always reported in the news and newspapers... I look at your glamorous appearance and I want to kill you every day. It would be best if I could kill you the same way I killed Xiaoyi..."
The old man, whom he called Tomihara Taro, had a gloomy face and was no longer as kind and gentle as before.
"Don't talk nonsense," he said. "You want to vote now because you're a werewolf, right?"
"Haha, I wish I were a werewolf!" the short man shouted, "If that were the case, I would definitely kill you at night, Tomihara Taro!"
"Fortunately, someone told me you were here and helped me get here..." he murmured, "Otherwise, I probably wouldn't have the chance for revenge in this lifetime."
Hearing what he said, Lin Xi and Amuro Toru looked at each other.
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