Vodka: "..." But theory was theory, and practice was practice—watching Brother Gin spend longer and longer staring at the live broadcast, even seriously memorizing clues when he heard them, Vodka's lips moved several times, but he truly didn't dare call out, "Voting is over."
...Forget it. As long as Brother Gin was having fun, then let him deduce away.
After all, if Big Brother wasn't happy, forget this round—this entire little program, along with the innocent programmer, would probably be sent to the afterlife... Sigh, being a subordinate was hard.
Vodka himself, however, had stuck to his principles. Not long after the murder occurred, based on his understanding of Uzo, he had seriously placed a bet and thoroughly upheld his identity as an Uzo-ologist.
As Gin finished placing his bet, the countdown for voting to close began ticking down on the screen. Soon, ten seconds passed, and the board locked.
Five people voted. One person missed out.
One minute later.
Vermouth had been about to vote, but when she took out her phone, she discovered that the "Murderer" section had already locked, with the words "Betting closed" displayed on it.
Vermouth: "...?"
She smiled and slipped her phone back into her pocket. Heh, Vodka.
Jiang Xia passed by her and walked ahead. After pausing for a moment, he slowed down and passed by her again. "..." Apple production was really high today.
Unlike the two Organization members whose attention had long since drifted elsewhere.
The four suspects who had lost a companion were still deeply immersed in the grief brought by the case.
Earlier, their emotions had remained barely contained because of their nerves and shock. But now that they had left the police cordon and were only halfway back, the knit-capped woman suddenly covered her face and began