“In the end… I still didn’t help much.”
“Any doubts?”
The Ferryman shook his head.
“No doubts. It just seems the Great Emperor Zhenwu still trusted you the most.”
Pikachu added, “Since there are no doubts, hurry up and finish the search so you can leave. I don’t like a bunch of people rummaging around in my room!”
The Ferryman nodded.
“That’s understandable, but we still have to look under the cabinets and the bed. We’ve already searched Cthulhu’s Thatched Hut to this extent. We can’t give you an exception just because Shiba Daye believes in you.”
Pikachu waved her hand in annoyance.
“Hurry it up then! There’s nothing here!”
Since it was her own room, she naturally knew there was nothing to find.
She wanted them to finish their fussing and get out as soon as possible.
Today, they had managed to identify Cthulhu as a Wolf.
As for the remaining Werewolves, the highest probability lay with either Taoqimao or the Ferryman.
If things went smoothly, victory might not be far off.
Because she had hit the Ferryman today, she had lost quite a few Points, so she didn’t want to cause any more trouble.
However… just because she didn’t want to didn’t mean others felt the same way.
Cthulhu pulled a bundle from under the bed.
Upon opening it, it revealed a blood-stained Golden Abacus and a small golden chain.
As if he had discovered a supreme treasure, he quickly cried out, “Found it, found it! There really is something! Look, these things are covered in blood. Pikachu is the Werewolf!”
The other players rushed over upon hearing this.
Taking a closer look, the items were indeed stained with blood.
The Golden Abacus seemed to belong to Boss Qian, and as for that small golden chain, if they recalled correctly, it should have been hanging around the Great Emperor Zhenwu’s neck.
This discovery left Pikachu completely stunned.
Pushing through the surrounding crowd, she looked at the excited Cthulhu with fury and shouted, “Dammit, did you guys team up just to frame me?! This stuff wasn’t here before I left this morning! I sleep on the floor; I know exactly what is or isn’t under that bed!”
Yi Mo had sensed something was wrong earlier.
Now that something truly significant had been found, he was mentally prepared.
He rushed over and shouted, “Holy crap, Cthulhu, you’re good! I felt like your clothes looked bulky earlier. Turns out you were just waiting to team up with the Ferryman to frame Pikachu! You two Wolves—now we even have physical evidence! It’s ironclad! There’s no washing this clean. We’ll vote out Cthulhu today, and the Ferryman tomorrow!”
Cthulhu had been feeling quite happy.
Why would Boss Qian and the Great Emperor Zhenwu’s belongings appear under Pikachu’s bed?
Although he didn’t know who had helped him, he was genuinely overjoyed.
However, after hearing Yi Mo’s words, a row of question marks appeared over his head.
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‘Dammit, this is too shameless! I’ve clearly given everyone ironclad proof against you, so how can you turn it around and say I planted the items and that the proof is against me?!’
“Dammit, don’t just stare at me and frame me! I’m wearing a shirt; everyone can see that! There’s no place for me to hide a big Golden Abacus!”
Cthulhu was nearly driven to death by Yi Mo’s accusations and quickly fired back.
Yi Mo blocked his ears and started acting like a rogue.
“I’m not listening, I’m not listening! It’s like a monk’s chanting to me. Anyway, I saw you reach under the bed, and then you pulled this bundle out before anyone else could see what was under there. If it was really under the bed from the start, why didn’t you ask everyone to get down and look first? How much cleaner would your reputation be then? Even a big white goose wouldn’t be as white as you! You’re a Werewolf, there’s no washing that away. Hurry back and wash up, then wait to be slaughtered tonight!”
Although Yi Mo’s physical stats were lacking—he could probably only hold his own in a fight against Taoqimao, and even then, he might not win a scratching match—his mouth was incredibly sharp.
He was a Virtual Streamer, after all; he made his living with his mouth.
Even if he had to insult Cthulhu for an hour without repeating a word, it would be a piece of cake.
Cthulhu wanted to argue, but unfortunately, Yi Mo just kept going on and on like a nagging old woman.
His mouth was incredibly fast, certainly not something a normal young person could manage.
Cthulhu’s face turned red with anger, glowing like a small furnace.
Yi Mo’s current appearance would definitely remind one of the brothel madam in the movie Nine-Ranked Sesame Official, who could spit out words with such force they sent people flying.
“You… you… you…”
Cthulhu managed to get out the word “you,” but he remained stuck for a long time.
Seeing that Cthulhu was already infuriated beyond belief, Yi Mo became even happier and redoubled his efforts.
“You, you, you what? There are over 13,000 characters in the dictionary; don’t tell me ‘you’ is the only one you know? An elementary school dropout is more cultured than you—they could probably be your father and help you with your homework! See? You can’t even speak; all you can do is stare. How terrifying to be uncultured! What are you staring at? Our game right now is Werewolf Kill, a game of speaking. Are you trying to play fighting cocks here? An eye-kill?”
“Oh, then you’d definitely take first place. But unfortunately, it’s not, and I’m afraid that game doesn’t even exist! Hah, it’s so frustrating, isn’t it? Do you want to hit me? Come on, then? Let’s see how many Points you have left. I’ll let you hit me for 500 Points first! What, you don’t have enough? Hahaha… then suck it up!”
Yi Mo’s current irritating, lowly behavior was indeed infuriating.
However, Cthulhu was the only one truly suffering.
Dieyu and Taoqimao were actually amused by the display.
Pikachu even thought Yi Mo looked incredibly cool.
Only the Village Chief Girl remained expressionless, playing with an oil lamp nearby, completely refusing to involve herself in the conflict.
Seeing Cthulhu falling into a disadvantageous position while Yi Mo stirred up trouble, the Ferryman had no choice but to step forward again.
“Everyone, we’ve been acting together for quite a while now. We all know whether Cthulhu could have hidden those items on his person. It’s raining hard today, and the floor of this room is made of wood without any waterproof sealant. If someone truly wanted to frame Pikachu, they would have had to enter the room and hide the items under the bed. The wooden floor would definitely show damp water stains, and the color would be darker.”
“But as we saw when we entered, there were no obvious water stains on the floor at all! Shiba Daye can be unreasonable and stir up trouble. But all of you were forced into this Death Game; you’re all working hard just to get out alive. Will you play along with his nonsense until he gets everyone killed? Or will you think carefully about the current situation, analyze who the Werewolf is, and make sure the real Werewolf is eliminated? It’s up to you.”
The Ferryman knew he couldn’t out-talk Yi Mo, so he addressed his words to everyone else.
Yi Mo also knew he was being unreasonable.
But if he didn’t act like a rogue, did he have any other choice?
When he entered, he had also specifically checked the floor.
There were indeed no water stains—not a single one!
One had to realize that the floor of a Thatched Hut was the kind where even if you wiped away a water stain, it would still leave a mark!
Now, combined with the fact that everyone had previously vouched for each other and no one had acted alone, the situation was extremely unfavorable!
However, Yi Mo knew in his heart that Pikachu was absolutely not a Werewolf.
He immediately countered, “You say there were no water stains on the floor when we came in, but who can prove that? Look for yourself—is there mud on the floor now? Is there water? Also, is the Werewolf stupid? Do they intentionally leave physical evidence every time they kill someone just to wait for others to find it? Ferryman, you’re the one who called everyone to search the rooms. Who is the most suspicious? Isn’t it you! If we’re talking about who acted alone today, wasn’t it you this morning?!”
Yi Mo was simply forcing the argument now.
If he lost the verbal battle, Pikachu would truly be eliminated today!
The Ferryman replied, “This morning, after I finished inspecting the Great Emperor Zhenwu’s body, I went straight back to my Thatched Hut. You all saw it. Furthermore, Dieyu is directly across from Pikachu’s room; she knows better than anyone whether anyone came by. Aren’t you on good terms with her? You can just ask her. Of course, I also maintain the possibility that you two might be providing false alibis for each other. As for keeping items from the victims, some killers who are good at disguising themselves and are overconfident do indeed have such quirks.”
Hearing this, Dieyu pinched her earlobe and said, “At the very least, I didn’t see anyone come to Pikachu’s Thatched Hut. That is the absolute truth.”