The sky was growing pale.
In the living room, no one spoke again.
Qin Manjiang had his eyes closed and looked drained.
He had barely slept last night, spending most of it analyzing things without getting anywhere.
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 matched the order in which everyone had arrived at the dock, he would be the next to die.
Although he did not think that theory made any sense, what if it was right?
As someone born into a wealthy family who had never wanted for food or clothing, Wang Million had no major faults. Although he did no good deeds, he was still a law-abiding citizen.
Having a law-abiding son was practically like winning the lottery 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 been so curious for no reason?
Now he had fallen to the point 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 chicken soup with a human hand in it last night had put him off food even more. Chen Yu's corpse also deserved some credit for his having lasted until now before feeling hungry.
But he did not dare go looking for food in the guesthouse kitchen either. Who knew what was