"Since everyone is here, let me start." The man sitting at the front wearing gold-rimmed glasses spoke first. He crossed his hands and placed them steadily on the table in front of him, turning his head slightly to look at everyone. "I am No. 1. I have been resting in the room during free activities and have never come out."
Everyone has his own number light on the table in front of him. When it is his turn to speak, the number light will turn red. Only when the light goes out when he finishes speaking, can the next person speak. Song Qiao tried to leave her seat, but found that she was controlled by a mysterious force and could only sit on the seat, with her arms and legs able to move freely.
The light on No. 1 goes out and the light on No. 2 comes on. No. 2 was tall, muscular, and sitting there as heavy as a hill. His stubby head and scars on his face added to his fierce look.
He crossed his arms across his chest, frowned and said roughly, "I am No. 2, just like No. 1, I have never been out."
The brief speeches of the first two brought undue pressure and tension to the third.
No. 3 looks like a newcomer, with shoulder-length short hair and flat bangs. He has a strong bookish air and looks young. As soon as she saw the light in front of her turn on, she sat up straight and said stumblingly: "I...I am No. 3. This is my first time to participate in the game. Do any of you know where this place is? I Can I still go back? Can the person who spoke later tell me?"
The words of No. 3 attracted everyone's attention. Sensing the probing gazes of many people, No. 3 became even more nervous, and his face subconsciously turned red: "If it's inconvenient, just... I didn't say it, just like the previous two, I haven’t been out either.”
No. 4 is obviously much more calm than No. 3. She has long, fluffy pink curly hair, which is divided into two high strands and tied up on both sides. She wears a tight black and pink leather skirt. She is dressed fashionably and has exquisite makeup.
"I am No. 4. Today..." No. 4 ignored No. 3's questions and deliberately slowed down his speech to attract everyone's attention to No. 3. He was satisfied to see that everyone's eyes were focused on him. On the body, she blinked and continued: "0 clues."
No. 5 is a middle-aged Mediterranean man, short and fat, with a panicked look and constant sweat on his forehead. He wiped it with a handkerchief and said: "I am No. 5...Does any of you know where this place is!? I Why did you come to this place when you were drunk? Am I dreaming? Hey, No. 3 in front of you! This is my first time here too. We are together, can you take me?"
No. 5 rambled on and said a lot of irrelevant things. Unfortunately, the person behind him was No. 6, who didn't want to give him any answers about the game. Not only that, when he was talking and spitting, the impatience in No. 6's eyes almost overflowed.
No. 5 abruptly finished his five-minute speech, and the number light was forcibly transferred to No. 6.
No. 6 quickly put away the impatience on her face and raised her head with a delicate and fragile look. She looked like a harmless rabbit. Just based on her appearance, you really couldn’t tell that she was someone who often harmed newcomers. player. Paired with her messy white dress with blood stains, she has a kind of weakness that cannot take care of herself: "I am No. 6. I accidentally fell when I went downstairs and went out. It was No. 9 who saved me. We also met on the way. number 8."
No. 7 is an average-looking boy with no characteristics. He is dressed plainly and looks gray. You can't spot him in a crowd. Somehow, the person Song Qiao liked so much didn't notice him before he spoke.
"I am No. 7." No. 7 opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something more, and after a moment of silence, he finally pressed the button.
No. 8 is the boy Song Qiao and No. 6 met. Compared to No. 7, he looks much brighter and brighter, with fair complexion and delicate facial features. But in this environment where everyone was silent and the surroundings were gloomy and dim, he showed his white teeth and smiled cheerfully, giving off a strange feeling.
"I am No. 8, a newcomer. As No. 6 said, I met them when I went downstairs, and nothing else."
Finally it was Song Qiao's turn. At first she didn't understand why there was a gathering meeting before night. After seeing the reactions of everyone in front of her, she suddenly understood - without the first gathering meeting, the werewolf would not be able to "lose its face". (A colloquial term for the Werewolf game, which refers to judging a person's identity through his facial expression), the prophet cannot judge who will be tested tonight through observation.
In other words, if a person has been hiding in the room, he can easily escape the first round of pursuit/first round of inspection.
This is a big gamble. Song Qiao is a hidden wolf. She needs to quietly attract the attention of good people and let them pay attention to her and protect her invisibly.
"I'm No. 9, this is my first time in this game..." Song Qiao pointed to the Luo Sheng Pan next to No. 6 with some trembling, "I don't know if it's useful to you, but I found this when I went downstairs. There’s…blood stains down there.”
Only by giving appropriate clues can people believe that she is a good person, thereby attracting the attention of the clergy.
No. 6 and No. 12, who were sitting at the end, were closest to Luo Shengpan. As soon as Song Qiao finished speaking, an uncontrollable coldness filled their bodies. No. 6 crossed his arms and shrank further into his seat. 12 stuck his head out to check, and sure enough he saw blood stains under the Luo Sheng plate. He sat up straight and nodded a little heavily in front of everyone's probing eyes.
Sitting on the right side of Song Qiao is No. 10. This is a mature woman wearing a red dress with a charming appearance. She has a bright and elegant appearance. She is obviously here to participate in the Werewolf Killing Game, but she is dressed as if she is attending a high-end banquet. She propped her chin up, and her every move was extremely elegant. She looked at everyone with a calm smile and said, "I am No. 10, and I have never left the room, so."
The dressing style of No. 11 is completely different from that of No. 10. He wears a cyan gown, simple and elegant, which forms a strong contrast with the bright red skirt next to him. Song Qiao only felt that the temperament of No. 11 was somewhat similar to that of No. 3, both with a strong bookish air.
No. 11’s speech was very brief: “I am No. 11, please give me your advice.”
Finally it was the last one's turn. No. 12 looked a little green, with some small brown freckles on his cheeks.
"I am No. 12, a newcomer. It is my first time to participate in the game. Please take care of me."
He quickly finished introducing himself, stretched out his hand and put out his own lamp.
The next moment, the number plates in front of everyone lit up.
"It seems that I can speak freely." No. 12 said tentatively.
Song Qiao twisted her body slightly, and the feeling of confinement in her body disappeared. She should be able to move around freely now.
No. 8 answered: "What are we going to do next?"
"Hey, hey, is there anyone here to help the newcomers?" After listening to everyone's speeches, No. 5, no matter how neurotic he is, wants to hug his thighs with his survival instinct, "Am I really not dreaming?"
"Of course I'm not dreaming, and it's not right. For ignorant people, dreaming can make you accept reality more easily." No. 4, who was closest to him, looked at No. 5 up and down, and the disgust in his eyes almost overflowed. No. 4 looked away and played with his hair boredly, "It's so boring. Are there any activities next? Otherwise I will..."
"It's getting late, I have to go back and rest first." No. 10 suddenly spoke, interrupting what No. 4 had not finished. She stood up first, not much, and the hem of her clothes rubbed against Song Qiao's body, sending out a faint and strange fragrance.
A trace of resentment flashed in the eyes of No. 4 who was interrupted. She quickly stood up and followed No. 10 out.
Followed closely by No. 2, No. 7, and No. 11.
According to the normal rules of the werewolf killing game, no one knew each other's identities during the day on the first day, and the werewolves also needed night to recognize each other. The specific situation could only be determined in the morning.
There wouldn't be many useful clues if she stayed here. Song Qiao took in the expressions of the remaining people, her eyes stayed on No. 6, and her eyes signaled her to speak.
No. 6 knew it well: "Since there's nothing wrong... I'll go back and rest first."
Song Qiao stood up in a hurry and walked around the table from one side to the other: "You have difficulty moving, I will go back with you."
No. 8 quickly held No. 6's other arm and eagerly wanted to go back with them. No. 6 couldn't help but let him hold her while the crowd was in full view.
Song Qiao didn't care about No. 8's thoughts. She quickly sent No. 6 back, turned around and went upstairs to her room.
There was a lot gained from tonight's meeting, and she wanted to find time to analyze it carefully.
