No matter how vicious Vermouth was, she wasn't his boss.
So after perfunctorily dealing with her, Vodka quickly got back to business: [The murderer, victim, and murder weapon were all correct. Big Brother is wise!]
Vodka entered the results one by one and distributed the Uzo Coins everyone had wagered.
A huge block of text popped up in the chat box, half laughing and half cursing from Chianti.
Vodka skillfully filtered out the cursing with his eyes and saw Chianti say: [Haha, I got it right!]
Vodka checked her record. She had indeed gotten the murder weapon right, but everyone had gotten that right, so it didn't count. As for the rest, Chianti had bet on the long-haired woman for "victim" and the dark-skinned man for "murderer."
Vodka: "..." Right my ass! She hadn't gotten a single one right!
That scared the hell out of me. I thought I'd entered the results wrong.
But then he remembered something and went to check Korn's record. He found that the taciturn guy had bet on the dark-skinned man in the "victim" category, but on the long-haired woman in the "murderer" category.
If he remembered correctly, Chianti had told him to make both bets.
Vodka looked at the correctly chosen murderer and stroked his chin thoughtfully. Had she actually guessed right?
When facing Uzo, identifying the murderer hiding the danger was undoubtedly more important than guessing the victim—because no matter who the victim was, he had to be prepared to suddenly become a target himself. There was no difference.
But if he could accurately identify the murderer, his precautions would be much more targeted, greatly increasing his chances of surviving uninjured.
"Let's see who got the murderer right..." Vodka counted through them one by one.
"Big Brother chose the long-haired woman. Correct. He