The sky was turning pale.
In the living room, no one spoke again.
Qin Manjiang had his eyes closed, looking drained.
He had barely slept the night before, and despite spending half the night analyzing things, he had come up with little.
But Qin Manjiang was in no hurry. The most anxious person now was Wang Million.
Wang Million was lying on the sofa, clutching his hair.
He had absolutely no idea how to get through this damned game. If the order of deaths really followed the order in which everyone had arrived at the pier, he would be the next to die.
Although he did not think there was any logic to that theory, what if it was true?
As a rich heir who had never wanted for food or clothing since birth, Wang Million had no major faults. Although he did not do good deeds, he was reasonably law-abiding.
Having a law-abiding son was practically like winning the jackpot for a wealthy family.
So Wang Million had always lived quite well.
Except for the day this lousy game had chosen him.
He had only himself and his itchy fingers to blame. Why had he insisted on clicking that link? Why had he needed to be so curious?
Now he had been reduced to a state where he could not even control whether he lived or died.
"Damn it, now I'm hungry too..."
Wang Million clutched his stomach.
His appetite had already been poor because he was coming to Butterfly Island. Seeing the human-hand chicken soup last night had made it even worse, and Chen Yu's corpse deserved some of the credit for his lasting until now before feeling hungry.
But he did not dare go looking for food in the lodge's kitchen either. Who knew what was in