Midnight soon arrived.
Zhao Xun quickly got up and dressed, then put the orangutan back into the Little Stone Mill.
Then he opened the door and stepped out.
The door opened silently, without making the slightest sound.
It was not because Zhao Xun had deliberately controlled his strength. The game had simply been set so that opening doors at this hour would make no noise.
He left his room and soon met the other Werewolves in the hallway.
When he saw Blonde Woman and Fat Man among them, understanding dawned on his face.
No wonder these two players with Werewolf experience had said so little during the voting phase.
Even when Bald Uncle had directly called on them, their reactions had been muted.
So they were both Werewolves.
Without knowing who their fellow Werewolves were, and without a chance to discuss a suitable strategy, saying less to avoid mistakes had indeed been the better choice.
Aside from these two experienced players, there were two other Werewolves: a woman in a long, loose, bright red down coat, and a man in a short black down jacket.
Neither had said much during the earlier voting phase, and their introductions had been brief as well. They had barely stood out.
The five Werewolves exchanged glances, then tacitly headed to the front hall on the ground floor.
"I didn't expect that bald guy not to be a Werewolf," Fat Man spoke first. "The guy in the baseball cap made such a convincing argument that I really did suspect the bald guy was a Werewolf."
"I even suspected the guy in the baseball cap was a Werewolf." Blonde Woman sat down in an armchair and gave a derisive chuckle. "Werewolves pretending to be good guys, steering all the players and controlling the entire game-that's pretty