The tall, middle-aged man continued, "Don't panic. Nobody say a word. I'll make a guess. The killer is most likely the one whose blood flow slowed dramatically. My Third Senior Brother's deliberate words had finally let this brother's heart, which had been hanging high, settle back down. Of those six whose blood flow slowed, one must know what happened. Only the person whose blood flow stayed normal must be in the dark. Unaware, and so neither frightened nor pleased."
"Now, the real game begins. I want to test my guess. You'll point out the killer, and we'll see whether the person you choose matches the one I suspect. If they do, I'll take only the killer's life. If they don't, heh, you'll have to fend for yourselves. You can communicate through your thoughts and discuss it carefully."
The moment the tall, middle-aged man had spoken, everyone's hearts had gone cold. None of them had expected him to be so cunning, deliberately baiting them with his words and judging right and wrong by gauging their blood flow. How could ordinary people have anticipated such a devious mind?
But once the tall, middle-aged man finished speaking, hope rose in everyone's hearts at the same time.
The dark-faced old man sent a thought to the others. "Brother He, things have come to this. What are we to do? You're the one who coordinates our group, so you should decide this matter."
The alluring woman sent a thought. "Why make things difficult for Mr. He? In my opinion, whoever caused this mess should clean it up. None of us wants to play the villain. Just own up to what you did."
Once she had made her meaning clear, everyone followed suit, plainly pressuring the cloaked man to come forward and take the blame.
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