After an afternoon of rest and a lavish meal, the group felt considerably less stressed.
He Zheng had made a shark head with chopped chilies. No one knew where he had caught it, and if the others hadn't stopped him, he would even have caught a whale to taste.
Everyone except Ye Lin drank plenty at dinner. Even the usually rigid Little Crewcut seemed to have loosened up and joined He Zheng in a drinking contest.
But with barely any enhancements, his alcohol tolerance was no match for He Zheng's. After losing thirteen straight rounds of dice to him, he eventually drank himself unconscious. Perhaps he had too much bottled up inside, or perhaps the alcohol had simply gone to his head.
Huang Liang babbled nonsense all evening, vomiting and crying like a child.
Although none of the three could understand exactly what he was saying in his drunken state, they could all vaguely tell that Little Crewcut had always yearned for his family's approval.
He Zheng lamented Little Crewcut's unhappy upbringing, while An Ke looked thoughtful.
She had always been curious about Little Crewcut's and Ye Lin's "identities." Even drunk, Huang Liang instinctively kept many things tightly under wraps.
But from the few scattered things he let slip, she could more or less tell that Huang Liang wasn't merely a police academy student.
Considering how Ye Lin never spoke about his past, and how their identities in the first exam had put them somewhat at odds, she pieced the clues together and roughly guessed what was going on.
Still, she didn't particularly care.
She didn't care who Ye Lin was in the real world or what he had done.
There were no good or bad people in the Death Exam, only people who wanted to survive.
After three exams,