Save Me!

Conan had not gone far when True Martial Emperor caught up with him.

"Hey, hey, hey! Brother Conan! I have an urgent matter!"

Conan stopped when he heard him. Seeing the anxious look on True Martial Emperor's face, he could naturally tell it was urgent. Thinking he had found a clue about the werewolf or discovered something else, Conan glanced around. "Let's find somewhere deserted to talk."

True Martial Emperor hurriedly nodded. "Right, right, right. We definitely have to find somewhere deserted to talk!"

"Brother Conan, you have to save me!!!"

Conan found a tree where no one was around.

The two of them crouched beneath it like undercover agents exchanging information. After looking around and confirming once more that no one was nearby, Conan said, "What's so urgent? Tell me. Did you see the werewolf talking to someone in private, or a couple talking in private?"

As far as Conan was concerned, only something like that could make True Martial Emperor so anxious.

True Martial Emperor hurriedly shook his head, then slapped Conan's arm hard with his large hand. "No, no, no! It's something even more important!"

"It concerns life and death! Hunter brother, you have to help me!"

"Cough, cough, cough... Stop, stop, stop!" True Martial Emperor's careless slaps hurt terribly, and Conan grimaced. "Go easy on me. If you slap me to death, there won't be anyone left to help you."

After saying that, he adjusted his thick glasses. A white glint flashed across the lenses as he said, "Whatever happened, just tell me."

"I'm the Hunter. I'll definitely help you."

True Martial Emperor said, "Hunter, I'm telling you, you can't be scared!"

Conan leaned back in a tactical motion and said firmly, "I'm the Hunter. How could I possibly be scared? Go on, tell me!"

After Conan reassured him, True Martial Emperor finally flushed and said excitedly, "It's over, brother! I got the Idiot Card!"

"Yesterday, I trusted Siba Jungler too much and ended up telling him!"

"Tonight, the werewolves will definitely kill me!!!"

As he spoke, True Martial Emperor suddenly froze. "Wait, that's not right. If Brother Siba Jungler is a wolf, why wasn't I killed last night?"

Conan was also stunned when he heard that True Martial Emperor had drawn the Idiot role. After carefully considering everything True Martial Emperor had done, he concluded that it did not seem like a lie but the truth. He immediately frowned. "I'm guessing Siba Jungler didn't expect the Witch not to save anyone last night. He wanted to win your trust and use you during the day, so he chose not to kill you at night."

True Martial Emperor thought it over and found that very reasonable. He hurriedly said, "Oh, so that's how it was!"

"But tonight, the werewolves will definitely choose to kill me!"

"Mayor Conan, Hunter Conan, you have to think of something! Save me!"

"I'll absolutely side with you. Everything you said before made so much sense!"

"That damn idiot Witch definitely won't save me!"

"Oh, no, oh, no! This is killing me!"

True Martial Emperor was genuinely frantic, sweat pouring down his forehead.

Faced with death, and being such a straightforward man, his reaction was perfectly normal.

After learning that True Martial Emperor was the Idiot, Conan actually felt relieved.

The Hunter and the Idiot were both present and had exposed themselves. In that case, the Idiot would definitely be killed first.

That meant Conan himself would be safe tonight.

If the Witch had a change of heart and used the antidote, he would be safe for at least two nights.

True Martial Emperor was terrified and already as frantic as an ant on a hot pan.

Conan, however, was secretly delighted. He did not show it, instead moving a little closer to comfort him. "Brother Idiot, don't panic. The Witch hasn't used the antidote yet, so you won't die tonight."

"If Old Du Liu, who was poisoned to death by the Witch, was a werewolf, then have Siba Jungler eliminated today. Find the other wolf tomorrow, and you won't die."

"Besides, what if the couple are both werewolves?"

"When one werewolf is eliminated, the other will be eliminated with them."

"So you still have a chance."

"But tonight, you must follow me and vote for Siba Jungler!"

True Martial Emperor hurriedly patted his chest and promised, "Don't worry, don't worry. I'll definitely follow your vote!"

"But I can't trust that damn idiot Witch!"

"Damn it, this is bad. I spent all morning cursing him today. He definitely won't save me."

"This is killing me."

True Martial Emperor was anxious, but Conan was not. He said with complete composure, "That's why you should stop cursing the Witch. Say something nice instead. At least try to keep yourself alive."

"Although the Witch's actions were terrible, he can't possibly disregard his own survival."

"If all the special roles are eliminated, he'll die too."

"I think he'll save you tonight. Don't worry!"

True Martial Emperor felt much better after Conan's reassurance, but he was still worried. "Siba Jungler said Boss Qian might have been the Witch. The werewolves killed him, so he couldn't save himself and poisoned Master Du."

"Tell me, could the Witch already be dead?"

Conan had actually considered that possibility too, so he said, "Would you believe anything a werewolf says?"

"Brother, apart from the werewolves, there are nine players and only one Witch. How likely is it that the Witch was killed outright?"

"Don't think about it so much. Follow me. At least then you might survive."

"But if you suddenly go over to Siba Jungler's side, then you'll..."

As Conan spoke, his tone grew considerably darker.

True Martial Emperor stood up and patted his chest, promising, "Don't worry!"

"I'll definitely follow you!"

"I never thought Siba Jungler would actually be a werewolf. He tricked me so badly!"

"And he was so heartless. Boss Qian was such a good person, and look at the state of his corpse!!!"

"Sigh!"

"Hunter Conan, after listening to you, I feel much better now."

"You're such a good person!"

Conan shook his head. "No. As long as you're a good person, I'm a good person too. We have the same goal: finding the werewolves!"

"All right. Keep an eye on everyone during the day, too. If Siba Jungler secretly meets with anyone, or you hear anything about the werewolf couple, report it to me immediately!"

True Martial Emperor stood up and thumped his chest with his fist. "Don't worry. I'll keep my eyes sharp and my ears open, and find those werewolves for you."

"By the way, Brother Conan, don't tell anyone that I have the Idiot role!"

Conan also stood up and promised, "How could I possibly tell anyone? Don't worry!"

After hearing everything Conan said, True Martial Emperor felt much more at ease and said, "I can see you have things to do, so go ahead!"

"Oh, Pikachu still believes Siba Jungler is a werewolf and is going to confront him!"

"Don't worry. I'll go talk some sense into Pikachu. I'll report to you immediately if anything happens!"

After saying that, True Martial Emperor hurried off to find Pikachu.

Conan crouched down again beneath the shade of the tree. Its shadow covered him as he thought,

Heh... the White role.

It really ended up in the hands of a pretty good player!