"The lights are about to go out. Whatever else happens, let's block the main entrance first," Magician said helplessly.
There were no objections. Everyone dismantled beds in the cells and piled them against the main entrance.
By then, the overhead battery had completely run out of power, plunging the entire prison into darkness.
"Whether or not we're giving up on the first way out, we still need light. Everyone, go back and charge the battery!" Magician shouted.
Then came the sounds of people feeling their way through the dark.
Yet barely three minutes after they returned to their cells, an electronic voice sounded over the broadcast: "Number Three has received one report."
Middle-parted Youth, who was pedaling his exercise bike, jolted.
"Someone's already reported her... Number Three? So we vote by number?"
Middle-parted Youth had never entered an anonymous reporting room and hadn't known that voting someone to death meant voting for their number.
But it made sense. Each number carried one vote, so if voting was tied to numbers, the targets had to be numbers too.
"I remember Number Three... that's the Prostitute." With that thought, Middle-parted Youth jumped off the exercise bike and ran to find Huang Ji.
Everyone had received their Number Plates after the first round. Those paying attention had memorized everyone's numbers. Some might not have remembered, but Middle-parted Youth wasn't one of them.
He had firmly memorized every number: No. 1 and No. 2 were both in Thug's hands, No. 3 was Wheat-skinned Beauty, No. 4 was Magician, No. 5 was Drunkard, No. 6 was Blonde Sickly Woman, No. 7 was Luther, No. 8 was Alan, No. 9 was Huang Ji, Number Ten was Old Wang, Number Eleven was himself, and No. 12 was Black-haired Girl.
"Number Three has received two reports... three reports...