Everyone froze when they heard that the collective pardon had failed.
Then they thought that, sure enough, Luther had still been unwilling to sacrifice himself and had voted for exoneration.
They gathered below the Blue Prison Building again. Alan laughed. "If you want to kill him, go ahead. I'll drag that Magician over for you!"
Upstairs, Luther checked his vote again and again. There was no mistake. He had voted for pardon.
"I... I didn't vote for exoneration... Who did?" Luther was bewildered.
Huang Ji walked past him, stroked his hair, and shouted down, "I voted for exoneration."
The Blonde Sickly Woman roared, "Are you insane? We were one vote short! One vote! Vote again, everyone vote for pardon, and we can leave!"
Huang Ji stretched and said, "I thought it over carefully, and something's wrong. This business about becoming criminals by committing your listed crimes was purely my guess!"
"Whether that rule exists is entirely up to the organizers."
The Magician shouted, "Given what those rich bastards behind the scenes are like, even if that rule doesn't exist, they might add it for their own amusement!"
Huang Ji shook his head. "But they might also watch us torture each other for confessions, cripple people, commit rape and kidnapping... and still sadistically execute the wrongfully imprisoned among us. That would be another kind of amusement."
"Maybe they want to see our despair when, after everything we've done, most of us are still ruthlessly executed."
The Magician was too furious to speak. Huang Ji had crippled him, and now he was saying this?
"You're talking about a tiny possibility! Remember, there's a third game! We've already been through so much. Sending us into the third round would give them even more to watch."
Huang Ji said, "Yes, the possibility I mentioned