Seeing Ghosts

Unlucky Salted Fish heard this and felt he had to say something to clear himself of suspicion.

Otherwise, even if they didn't vote him out, he would still be in grave danger.

As everyone knew, what was the best way to divert someone's attention?

It was to shift their hostility toward you onto another hostile target.

And that target didn't necessarily have to be a player.

Once Unlucky Salted Fish figured it out, he immediately put on a terrified expression and said in a trembling voice, "Just now!"

"Just a moment ago!"

"I saw a monster over two meters tall, covered in white fur, climbing up from below the window!"

"Its eyes were red, and it was holding a club as tall as a person. It just stared right at me."

"Fuck, it was terrifying!"

"I know!"

"I know!"

"They're the ones killing people at night—the ghosts in this game!!!"

Waltz was already afraid of ghosts, and at those words, he began to shudder and cried out, "There really are ghosts! There really are ghosts!"

"It all fits! It all fits!"

"What do we do? Let's join forces and deal with the ghosts first. This is way too scary!!!"

Loser Kid didn't actually believe him at all.

But people really had been dying in strange ways at night.

Old Ox's injuries last night weren't something any of the players present could have inflicted.

For a moment, he hesitated.

He looked at Unlucky Salted Fish and asked, "Brother Salted Fish, doesn't your stomach hurt anymore?"

Unlucky Salted Fish gritted his teeth. "It hurts! Of course it hurts!"

"I'm scared!"

"What if I go by myself and that monster comes out again and beats me to death?"

"Uh, you two come to the bathroom with me!"

"Right now, we have to stick