Lu Mi finished the last bite of his bun and slowly registered a question mark.
Liang Mafeng pushed up his glasses, his expression turning serious:
"You can't just say things like that."
"It was him! It was him!"
The big-eyed young man frowned and clutched his blanket tightly, looking almost pitiable.
"Last night, Brother Zhang was sleeping perfectly fine when he suddenly started babbling and convulsing."
"I was sleeping next to him, half asleep, and I saw a lump of something hunched over his body... I..."
Liang Mafeng patted his shoulder reassuringly, and only then did he continue.
"I didn't dare move... I was too scared. I heard that thing saying, 'Give it back. Give it back.'"
"I recognized the Old Lady's voice from the entrance. What it wanted must have been the pocket watch Brother Zhang wore around his neck."
Liang Mafeng asked, "Then what happened?"
"Brother Zhang tried to take the watch off, but the Old Lady wouldn't let go of its chain. It... it strangled Brother Zhang to death, just like that!"
The big-eyed young man sniffed hard and pointed at Lu Mi. "He knew there was something wrong with that watch, but he still gave it to Brother Zhang!"
Lu Mi said nothing. There was nothing to say. He had indeed known the pocket watch might attract something.
But he could defend himself, and he also thought it might be an important clue.
He had intended to carry it around and see what happened, but Brother Zhang had insulted him and insisted on snatching it, so he had simply handed it over.
No one had witnessed that scene yesterday.
Among the other players, most of the surviving newcomers stayed out of it, while the veterans watched the big-eyed young man in silence, their gazes unreadable. None