“Wait for me, I’m going to cover Master Du with a blanket. I’ll be right back!”
Location: Conan’s room.
At this moment, Baiduren, Great Emperor Zhenwu, Pikachu, Cthulhu, Unrivaled, and Taoqimao had all been called over by Conan.
The Ordinary Girl Village Chief, Dieyu, and Shiba Jungler were not present.
Conan felt that enough people had arrived and began the Criticism Meeting of Shiba Jungler.
“Everyone, you all know why I called you here.”
“I’ve discovered a Werewolf, so I’m going to analyze the situation for everyone. This way, we can vote the Werewolf out at today’s Judgment Assembly!”
Great Emperor Zhenwu’s brow was furrowed, while Taoqimao looked so sleepy she could barely keep her eyes open.
Pikachu studied Conan, and Cthulhu nodded repeatedly.
Unrivaled stood up and said, “This is a good thing, but the Village Chief of this village is my brother, Shiba Jungler.”
“That makes me the Deputy Village Chief, no matter how you look at it!”
“It’s fine that you didn’t invite my brother, but you’re not even letting me preside over this? Are you looking down on my brother, or are you looking down on me?”
Conan looked at the consistently arrogant Unrivaled and said, “That Werewolf is Shiba Jungler.”
“So, Unrivaled, if Shiba Jungler is a Wolf, what are you?”
Unrivaled grew furious upon hearing this.
“Dammit, on what grounds are you questioning my brother Shiba Jungler? I think you’re the Werewolf!”
“I’m going to find my brother and have you kicked out today!”
Conan replied, “Oh, then go ahead.”
Unrivaled started walking out in a huff, but as he reached the exit of the thatched hut, he realized no one was stopping him.
He immediately felt that something was wrong.
He quickly did the math.
There were ten people still alive.
With Shiba Jungler’s extra voting power, they had 10.5 votes.
If he left now, Conan’s side would have six votes.
‘That means if Conan actually convinces the others, Shiba really could be voted out! And if I leave now, I might become the next target of their attacks!’
After figuring this out, Unrivaled walked back and sat in his seat.
“Well, you seem like a pretty smart kid.”
“Let me make this clear: I believe my brother Shiba Jungler is a good person and the Hunter. I’m just here to see if what you say makes any sense.”
“If it doesn’t, I’m sticking firmly with my brother. But if it does make sense, it’s not impossible for me to side with you.”
To say the least, Unrivaled’s words were quite slick.
In reality, Unrivaled not only lacked any favorable feelings toward Shiba Jungler, but he also harbored some resentment.
Acting as a lackey was simply a necessity forced by the situation.
He didn’t want to be eliminated; he didn’t want to die!
If there really were a chance to bring Shiba down, Unrivaled would be happier than anyone.
Furthermore, he had realized that if Conan really led everyone to vote Shiba Jungler out, and if Shiba actually was the Hunter, Shiba would definitely use his gun to kill Conan.
He wouldn’t be in any danger at all!
Having thought this through, Unrivaled felt a bit of secret joy.
In truth, most of the people present knew exactly what kind of person Unrivaled was and what he was thinking, so they didn’t bother acknowledging him.
Great Emperor Zhenwu spoke up for Shiba Jungler instead.
“Conan, if you were talking about anyone else, I’d likely believe you. But when it comes to Shiba Jungler, I don’t feel like he’s the one!”
“Besides, he’s the Hunter!”
Conan stood up, gave a gentlemanly bow, and began to introduce himself.
“Everyone, let me tell you my identity first.”
“I am the real Hunter.”
“Shiba Jungler is a fake.”
“I didn’t come forward yesterday because it was impossible to eliminate anyone on the first day, so there was no point.”
“Besides, I wanted to observe Shiba Jungler’s goal in claiming to be the Hunter and see if he was actually a Werewolf.”
“But now, I can clearly tell everyone that based on my observations and judgment, he is a Werewolf. He only said he was the Hunter to trick you all into voting him in as Village Chief and to get the good people eliminated!”
Great Emperor Zhenwu scratched his head.
“You’re saying you’re the Hunter too? Is that true?”
Zhenwu’s logical reasoning wasn’t very good, and he was easily persuaded by others.
Pikachu looked at Conan coldly.
“I don’t believe you. I believe Shiba Jungler.”
As Pikachu finished, Great Emperor Zhenwu quickly added, “To be honest, I also believe in Shiba Jungler.”
“Conan, you wouldn’t happen to be a Wolf, would you?”
Following Zhenwu’s words, everyone’s gaze shifted to Conan.
However, Conan didn’t show the slightest hint of cowardice.
Instead, he said confidently, “Let me break down exactly why Shiba Jungler isn’t the Hunter.”
“Why did he claim to be the Hunter?”
“Because he was discovered by Unrivaled to be acting like a Werewolf, forcing him into the spotlight.”
“To avoid being eliminated, he had no choice but to claim he was the Hunter so everyone would believe he was a good person!”
“Otherwise, what are the odds that the very first player to be suspected just happens to be the Hunter?”
After Conan spoke, Pikachu retorted, “That is true, but that alone doesn’t prove Shiba isn’t the Hunter. It’s just your word.”
“Qian Laoban was killed by the Werewolves, so we can confirm he was a good person. Don’t forget, Qian Lao Ben used a Card Skill to prove Shiba’s identity as the Hunter!”
Conan slammed his palm onto the table, startling everyone.
He then raised his voice several decibels.
“And that is exactly why it proves Shiba Jungler is a Werewolf even more!”
Everyone was stunned, not understanding his reasoning.
Pikachu was the first to ask, “Why?”
Most of them didn’t understand why.
Conan adjusted his glasses.
“Everyone, why was the person killed last night Qian Laoban, someone with almost no presence?”
“Why did the Werewolves insist on killing him?”
“Hehe…”
“I originally suspected both Qian Laoban and Shiba Jungler were Wolves. Because I am the Hunter, I knew Qian Laoban was lying.”
“Don’t forget, I was the one questioning Shiba Jungler yesterday!”
“Now that Qian Laoban has been killed by the Wolves, he was indeed a good person. But the reason he was killed was simply because he knew Shiba Jungler was a Wolf. He lied!”
“So Shiba Jungler wanted to silence him!”
“Qian Laoban probably intended to tell everyone the truth today. After all, with a Witch in the game, normally no one dies on the first night.”
“Unfortunately… the Witch is an idiot.”
“So he died. He was brutally murdered by Shiba Jungler, and the Witch not only failed to save anyone but also poisoned someone!”
Conan’s words left everyone speechless.
Thinking it over carefully, it really did make sense.
Great Emperor Zhenwu murmured, “Is Shiba Jungler really a Wolf?”
Zhenwu was no longer certain.
Even Pikachu wanted to speak up for Shiba, but she didn’t know how to refute Conan.
Baiduren, who was standing behind Conan, rubbed the bridge of his nose.
“Conan, if you were a Wolf, you could have also killed Qian Laoban at night and then said all that to make everyone think Shiba Jungler is the Wolf.”
“What you said makes sense, but I can’t fully believe it.”
Whether it was toward Shiba Jungler or Conan, Baiduren remained skeptical and argumentative.
Perhaps he was simply in the habit of finding loopholes in what others said and refuting them for his own amusement.
Taoqimao was drowsy, leaning her head on the table as she whispered, “I think… what Baiduren says makes some sense.”
Conan sat down and poured himself a glass of water.
“Of course, based on that point alone, perhaps everyone still has doubts.”
“But Werewolf Kill is a game of judging others through their behavior, speech, votes, and even their demeanor. Let me peel away Shiba Jungler’s Werewolf mask bit by bit!”
Conan looked at the people in the thatched hut, knowing they had little experience with Werewolf Kill—some might have never even played it before.
He looked down on them somewhat.
With a sense of superiority in his heart, he looked at them as if they were total novices.
However, with his glasses obscuring his eyes, they couldn’t see it.
Otherwise, he likely would have been beaten to death.
To put it plainly, he wanted to show off as impressively as Yi Mo, but he didn’t quite dare to.
He could only explain patiently.
“Everyone, Shiba Jungler claimed to be the Hunter and became the Village Chief. But has he done anything good?”
“Aside from acting all impressive and holding a bonfire party, has he helped anyone find the Wolves?”
They thought about it, and indeed, he hadn’t.
Great Emperor Zhenwu spoke up for Shiba.
“Actually, I had a lot of fun playing last night.”
Conan grimaced, feeling that Zhenwu was a hopeless case.
He rubbed his temples.
“Hehe, as a Werewolf, he naturally doesn’t want people speculating too much about who the Wolves are, which is why he deliberately created that kind of atmosphere.”
“Otherwise, why wouldn’t he have everyone sit together more often to discuss who the Werewolves might be?”
“Furthermore, what were your emotions today when you heard someone had died and saw the bodies of Qian Lao Ben and Old Six Du?”
“Shock, fear, anger—immense anger! You’d want to avenge them and find the Werewolves!”
“But what about Shiba Jungler? He didn’t care at all. He was the last one to arrive. He looked at the bodies with no expression. He didn’t call everyone together to discuss the Wolves or analyze the situation; instead, he told everyone to go back to their rooms and sleep.”
“It was as if… he already knew who had died!”
“Now tell me, is it possible he’s a good person? Is it possible he’s the Hunter?”
This time, everyone was finally convinced.
Even Unrivaled jumped up, saying angrily, “Dammit, that bastard really was just scaring people before. He tricked me!”
“Don’t worry, my vote is definitely going with you. Today, we’re kicking that gloomy bastard out!”
With Unrivaled taking a stand, Baiduren and Cthulhu followed suit.
Taoqimao remained hesitant, while Pikachu frowned and didn’t say much.
Great Emperor Zhenwu wanted to join them but still had a bit of lingering hesitation.
Conan saw that he had achieved the desired effect and continued, “Everyone, although I didn’t become the Village Chief, I am a good person and the Hunter. I will lead everyone to find the Werewolves.”
“Let me ask those present: is anyone the Thief or Cupid?”
Following Conan’s question, several people shook their heads; not a single person stood forward.
Conan’s expression turned solemn at the sight.
“Everyone, the situation for the good people is unfavorable this round. No matter what Shiba Jungler says tonight, do not believe him. You must cast your votes for him!”
“The role of Cupid won’t be targeted by the Wolves because their death isn’t a victory condition, and the good people won’t vote them out during the day to avoid wasting an opportunity to eliminate a Werewolf.”
“If they haven’t come forward, it proves that among the Lovers, at least one of them is a Werewolf! They are either on the Werewolves’ side or fighting for their own hidden faction.”
“That girl Dieyu has never stayed close to anyone, yet she stays very close to Shiba Jungler.”