Who Exactly Was It?

Yimo had now spoken with nine people. Some had said more, while others had finished their conversations very quickly.

In other words, there was no point forcing a conversation when they had nothing in common.

Although he had not taken notes in front of the others, he had actually committed everything to memory.

Now, he took out a sheet of paper and began recording it.

As follows.

Pikachu: Straightforward personality, aggressive gaze, probably a good person.

Ferryman: Contrarian, overly self-conscious, either a werewolf or a special role.

Conan: Highly guarded, wanted to deal with him behind his back, either a werewolf or a villager. More likely a villager.

Ordinary Girl Village Chief: Good person. (If she were a werewolf, I'd probably really be killed, but she doesn't look like one.)

Old Du Liu: Slippery, a genuinely good-natured person, identity uncertain.

Boss Qian: Either a werewolf or a special role. A huge problem. Suspected to be...

Supreme One: A villager, or a werewolf hiding extremely deeply.

Cthulhu: Suspected villager, humble to the point of seeming somewhat hypocritical.

True Martial Emperor: --.

"Um... Siba Jungler... brother..."

"What... should I say?"

"...Sorry... this is my first time being alone in a room with a boy... I'm a little... nervous..."

Sitting across from Yimo was Naughty Cat, both hands clutching her skirt, her head lowered, her cheeks flushed.

Yimo wrote down her name, glanced at her casually, and said, "Just say whatever you want. You just graduated and this is your first year working. I know all that."

"We acted together before, too."

Yimo thought that it was rare to see such a shy girl outside. He couldn't help wanting to smile, but unfortunately, his expressionless face made that impossible, so he casually said, "Why don't you tell me why you're called Naughty Cat?"

At his words, Naughty Cat suddenly perked up. Her eyes sparkled, and she gripped her skirt even tighter with both hands. She lifted her head slightly and said, "I love cats the most! I have three of them!"

"Mmm... I love them so much. They all like sleeping beside me at night, but they always wake me up in the morning... Mmm..."

"But I still love them. I really, really love them!"

"Um... I'm kind of envious... Outside, you have to be so careful, afraid that you'll say the wrong thing or do something wrong!"

"Cats aren't like that. They can live so freely and do whatever they want!"

As she grew excited, Naughty Cat finally raised her head and dared to look Yimo in the eye.

"Did I say too much? It doesn't seem very helpful for the game..." Naughty Cat realized that she had lost her composure and asked cautiously.

Yimo waved his hand. "Not at all. It's fine. We're just chatting. In this game, only the werewolves can act freely, I suppose."

Hearing that, Naughty Cat hurriedly shook her head. "How could they..."

"How would I know...? But since it's a Death Game, probably no one can act freely..."

"Siba Jungler... brother..."

"You're not exactly acting freely either, are you?"

Hearing that, Yimo hurriedly waved his hands. "No, no, I'm very free. After all, I'm the Hunter. They wouldn't kill me on the first day, would they?"

"It's fine, it's fine. I'm just a shut-in. At worst, I can drag someone down with me. It won't be a loss."

"Naughty Cat, don't feel too much pressure. Before you, I already felt that four people seemed like werewolves."

"Supreme One, True Martial Emperor, Conan, and the others. Their suspicion is pretty high!"

"By the way, don't tell anyone else. We're on the same team, so I'm only telling you. Just you."

"After all, I'm not always that accurate."

"Don't worry. You're so cute that the werewolves probably won't kill you right away. You might even survive to the end."

Hearing that, Naughty Cat nodded repeatedly, mumbling her agreement.

"Um... do I still need to say anything?" Naughty Cat cautiously raised her head and asked Yimo.

Yimo waved his hand. "That's all. Call Dieyu in. She's next."

"Actually, I'm not that impressive either. I'm just putting on a show. After all, I'm the Village Chief. It would be hard to explain if I were too useless."

Naughty Cat hurriedly shook her head. "No way! Siba Jungler is really impressive. Then... I'll go out now..."

Yimo nodded and watched Naughty Cat leave the thatched hut.

Then, an unusual light flickered in his eyes. He picked up his pen and wrote the following on the paper.

Naughty Cat: Werewolf.

The flames of several oil lamps swayed inside the room, and the atmosphere grew somewhat tense.

Yimo rubbed his brow, feeling that things were troublesome.

"This paper... can't be left behind..."

He committed the contents of the paper to memory, then tore it into pieces. Still uneasy, he continued.

"Whoosh."

He took out a match and set the scraps of paper completely ablaze. As the smoke drifted upward,

everything he had recorded ceased to exist.

His expression was not very good.

A werewolf... had to die...

Unless she was his girlfriend.

Perhaps she could survive?

Yimo thought this, then felt that Naughty Cat didn't seem like that person. He planned to test her again later.

He had indeed forgotten to test her just now.

He didn't dislike Naughty Cat. In fact, he had a good impression of this girl, who was very shy and timid when something happened, yet still stood up to face it!

"Creak..."

Just as Yimo was troubled, Dieyu entered.

"Oh~ What a romantic atmosphere this room has~"

"Isn't it like one of those places in movies where people read tarot cards?"

Dieyu gently closed the door and leaned against it. She bent her upper body slightly forward, tapping as she looked at Yimo.

Her smile was charming, and her beautiful eyes sparkled.

Yimo thought of that line from the Book of Songs.

Dieyu was of just the right height. Her translucent gauze dress ended slightly above her knees, revealing a pair of shapely calves.

The strappy gauze dress had a low neckline. As Dieyu bent over slightly, a glimpse of her full, rounded, snowy-white cleavage could be seen. It was extremely alluring.

Her narrow shoulders were wrapped in a shawl. Rather than making her look noble, it made her seem even cuter and more approachable.

Gentle as water, with a trace of slyness in her eyes?

How should he put it?

If Yimo had to evaluate her, the girl before him was probably a little devilish girl overflowing with the aura of a socialite!

An absolute beauty!

Even the ominous-looking hexagram and several oil lamps in the room seemed to fill the place with a seductive, enchanting atmosphere after Dieyu arrived.

Yimo rubbed his brow and couldn't help saying, "You're too good at flirting. Your level is too high. A shut-in like me can't handle it."

Yimo meant it sincerely.

Hearing that, Dieyu pinched her petite earlobe and blinked. "Hehe, whether my level is high or not depends on who I meet."

"When I meet someone I like, naturally I have to be better at it. Otherwise, someone else might snatch him away."

Yimo scratched his hair. "Oh? So, in your eyes, I'm worth flirting with?"

Dieyu walked forward several steps, tugged at her little shawl, and spun around inside the room, her skirt fluttering.

Some girls naturally carried a very pleasant scent.

Apart from the chemical traces of cosmetics and skincare products, there was also something called "hormones" that influenced other people.

Yimo believed that he had been affected at least a little.

Yes, just a little.

After spinning around once, Dieyu raised a hand to her lips and curved the corners of her mouth upward. "No~ You're... special~"

Yimo became even more interested. He secretly glanced at his SSR+ card and asked, "How am I special?"

"Special enough to become boyfriend material?"

What about Dieyu?

Hearing that, she gently shook her head. "If I told you, it wouldn't be special anymore, would it?"

Every word Dieyu spoke was flirtatious. She was truly very good at it.

Yimo suddenly felt the urge to compete and said, "Guess how many werewolves I discovered during my conversations today."

Yimo changed the subject so quickly that Dieyu didn't quite react. She tapped her little head with a finger and asked in confusion, "Three?"

Yimo wagged a finger. "I didn't find even one. But I did find a little fox spirit—the kind that could bring ruin to a country."

Hearing that, Dieyu placed both hands over her chest and looked at Yimo in confusion, blinking. "That sounds quite extraordinary~"

"I'm really curious who it is~"

Dieyu was very close to Yimo now, close enough...

that he could clearly see every eyelash on her face.

If she came any closer, something might happen!

Yimo leaned back slightly, creating the tiniest bit more distance, and said, "No, no, I give up!"

"You're too good!"

Dieyu's eyes shone with aggressive little stars, and the corners of her mouth curved up. "Little fox spirit isn't exactly a compliment for a woman, you know."

"But since Mr. Siba Jungler is special, I don't dislike it. I'm even a little happy."

Yimo nodded. "Then, what's your identity?"

Hearing that, Dieyu stepped back several paces and leaned against the door. She waved a finger left and right in front of her chest, then blinked and smiled sweetly. "It's a secret~"

"But I'll help you."

"Hehe, I hope we'll have more chances to be alone together from now on~"

Then she blew Yimo a kiss and left the room.

After Dieyu left, Yimo's expression also turned cold. He opened the card system panel.

Alter Ego Girlfriend (Locked)

Alter Ego: 100%

That girlfriend...

Who exactly was she?