"Dong dong dong..." The tough man knocked on the door of the villa, not because he was polite, but because the door of the villa was locked and could not be opened from the outside.

After knocking for about ten seconds, the door was quickly opened from the inside.

There was a person standing inside the door. He was an old man wearing a straight tuxedo. His leather shoes were polished and his white shirt had been washed and ironed without a trace of wrinkles. The golden unilateral glasses hanging on his face gave the silver-haired old man a bit more elegance.

gentleman.

"Dear guests, welcome, I am your butler." The old man bowed to signal, and at the same time made way for the entrance door.

NPC.

Fan Ren was not too surprised when he saw the tough man. It seemed that the presence of NPCs was quite normal.

It was still the tough man who walked into the villa first, and then the others followed.

The living room on the first floor is extremely spacious and gorgeously decorated. The sofa and the dining table on the other side have been wiped spotless. The floor is paved with red sandalwood, and the cabinets in the corners are filled with various types of drinks.

If he didn't have to complete this terrible task, staying here comfortably for a few days and taking a vacation would definitely be a good choice. Fan Ren raised his head and looked at the bright crystal chandelier on the top.

"Dear guests, there are three guest rooms on the second floor and four guest rooms on the third floor. You can go in and have a rest at night." The butler lowered his eyebrows and said humbly.

"Can two people live together?" One of the twin sisters raised her hand.

The butler didn't answer. He didn't seem to hear the question. He just walked to the kitchen on his own, as if to prepare dinner.

The tough man changed his face in a rare change. He glared at the girl among the twins who asked the question, and whispered: "Follow the rules, or you will bear the consequences."

Before the girl could react, the man walked upstairs.

Except for the other twin, no one cared about the weeping girl and followed her to choose the guest room.

In a place like this, hanging high and being alone is the best solution.

Finally, the ownership of the seven guest rooms was finalized.

The three rooms on the second floor are occupied by a man with glasses, a tough man and a decadent uncle.

The remaining people live on the third floor. The twins' rooms are next to each other, while Fan Ren's room is close to the fat man's.

After thinking about it, Fan Ren decided to go back to his guest room to rest for a while. By the way, he asked for some bread from the housekeeper as a meal before dinner.

"Brother, wait, can you..." The fat man stopped Fan Ren, who was about to twist the door handle.

Feeling the fat man's eager gaze on him, Fan Ren frowned:

"Sorry, I can't. I'm a straight man. You should go back to your room."

"No, it's not..." As if he was frightened by Fan Ren's strange brain circuit, the fat man stuttered when he spoke.

Hey, hey, this kind of thing is too weird. There is a smell of three hundred taels of silver in this place, and he subconsciously took a few steps back.

"I just want to get to know you. I'm also a newcomer. Let's take care of each other. After all, little brother, you seem to be very reliable."

After that, the fat man showed the purple eye on the back of his right hand as proof.

"Your surname is Wang, and you are a good cook, right?"

"You, how do you know!"

The fat man had a look of disbelief on his face. He subconsciously pulled up his pants, suspecting that Fan Ren even knew the color of his own underwear.

Seeing that the other party couldn't answer his bad jokes, Fan Ren shook his head in disappointment. He turned the door handle and opened the door:

"My name is Fan Ren, okay, we already know each other. Fatty Wang, you can leave. You must know that I don't know whether you are a werewolf or a civilian, and the same is true for you. Don't strike up a conversation by the way. And you must be reliable, two

The experienced ones in the building are much better than me."

"Bang!" The door was closed, and Fatty Wang's face disappeared.

Fan Ren opened the bread bag, sat on the soft bed, and ate while thinking.

This Fatty Wang looks like a commoner. Of course, it cannot be ruled out that he came here to act to numb himself.

However, whether he is acting or not, this guy is quite discerning and clever.

Swallowing the bread in his hand, Fan Ren turned his mind to the task prompts and clues.

Seven people, six people and one wolf, the conditions for a werewolf to win seem to be too harsh.

Even if all participants are divided into different rooms to facilitate werewolf hunting, this is still a bit unfair to werewolves. After all, there are only so many people. The further the voting goes, the greater the chance of being exposed if a werewolf fights alone.

Feeling that something was wrong, Fan Ren pinched the bridge of his nose.

Thinking about it, he clicked on the personal situation in the mobile app.

[The Chosen One: Fan Ren]

[Level: Purple 0/1000 experience]

[Personal panel values: Intelligence 7, Strength 5, Speed ​​4, Mental Power 8]

[Props: None. Backpack location: 0/5]

[Points:0]

[Sanity value: 90%]

Seeing the words God's Chosen One, Fan Ren couldn't help but sneer. It was more like sending the dead away. No matter what the purpose behind it was, the final casualties must be their group of cursed ones.

Ignoring the sanity value, his eyes moved to points, levels, personal panel values ​​and props. Fan Ren rubbed his slightly stubbled chin.

Tsk tsk, that tough guy who seems to have a good heart concealed a lot of information.

This level of experience value should increase after completing the task. I don’t know if there is any evaluation. Excellent participants will get more experience points or something.

The props may be redeemed with points, so Fan Ren thought of the gloomy mall option.

The personal panel value seems to be closely related to the level. It is probably the other benefits brought by the level. As a newcomer, at least now, he has no access to it.

Turning his eyes, Fan Ren looked at the numerical value of his mental power. According to the comparison with other data, his mental power was much higher than that of ordinary people. It was probably due to his experiences growing up.

After reading this, he put away his mobile phone and began to rest on the bed with his eyes closed.

...

Night falls.

Seven participants sat around the rectangular dining table and enjoyed the food carefully prepared by the butler.

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Even Fatty Wang, who came to strike up a conversation earlier, never said a word to Fan Ren again.

Fan Ren understood that when this task was released, it had already divided their group.

Because there is a time bomb hidden among the seven, a bomb that can be detonated at any time. Such a danger is enough to tear apart the weak trust between them.

This is a game of trust, and when trust is gone, no amount of talking is of any use.

The atmosphere was a bit tense, but to Fan Ren it was acceptable, at least it didn't turn into a scene of killing each other.

But this is only temporary, because there are no casualties yet, and when the strings of reason collapse, this mission, which is similar to a werewolf killing game, will reach its climax.

After all, they are just a group of strangers who were forcibly gathered by the Branded Eye. When comparing the lives of strangers with your own, probably only the saints would choose to give up their own lives to help others.

Perhaps because of the delicious food, Fan Ren's thoughts became clearer.

Now that I think about it, this task rule seems simple, but it can be described as sinister, because the focus is not on identity at all, but on people's hearts.

Can six civilians withstand the test?

The answer must be no.

Fan Ren shook the goblet in his hand, and then slowly drank the blood-like wine in it.

After the dinner, everyone dispersed like birds and animals and went back to their guest rooms.

Making sure his door was locked, Fan Ren sat on the bed again and looked at the door silently.

He had a hunch that the werewolves would take action tonight.

Only if a person dies can the werewolf reveal his true identity and get clues.

This is probably the reason why the three experienced guys on the second floor didn't say anything to calm people's hearts. They were waiting for the werewolves to attack.

Fan Ren is also waiting. Because of his psychic physique, as long as there is a victim, he can get information about the murderer through touch and quickly pass the mission.

He hoped that he wouldn't be that target tonight. He didn't want to be eliminated so early. Fan Ren adjusted his breathing and looked solemn.

The process of waiting is boring, but time will not stop for anything.

It's midnight.

The man's shout broke the silence of the night.

It's that tough man!

Fan Ren, who had always been on alert, jumped up from the bed as if reacting to stress. After a slight hesitation, he opened the door and walked quickly along the stairs to the second floor.

When he came to the door of the man's room, he found that the bespectacled man and the decadent uncle had arrived first. The two stopped in front of the door and did not go in immediately.
Chapter completed!