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    Shen Mu searched the surroundings carefully again and found no suspicious traces. It seemed that there would be no gains if he continued searching at night.  Shen Mu stopped.

    "Will you be at the top of the mountain tomorrow morning"

    When Yan Mo said this before, Shen Mu was surprised.  However we will wait until the identity of No. 11 is confirmed before making any decision.

    Now the identity of No. 11 is confirmed, but No. 11 is no longer important.

    ¡°This information tonightthis side must be seen.

    After a day of walking during the day, Shen Mu felt very tired when he just returned to the house to eat - no matter whether No. 11 is a mixed race or not, there are only two people that can be marked today. After marking, he must have a good sleep first!

    But at this time, despite doing more activities, the sleepiness had long since disappeared without a trace.  Not only that, the physical strength that had been consumed now also became full.

    Under the moonlight, something seemed to be burning in the body.

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    2:15 am.

    Everything is more peaceful at night in winter. If it is summer, there may be sounds of insects and birds, but at this time, except for the sound of the breeze sweeping through the dead leaves, the forest is silent.  Shen Mu had also returned to his room and fell into sleep, feeling refreshed. But the appointment time was in the morning after all, so there was no need to waste energy for no reason at night. Heading to the top of the mountain now would be too impatient and would cause confusion.

    At this time, on the top of the mountain, a figure arrived belatedly.

    ¡°You fucking knew you were here?!¡± A voice suddenly came from the originally silent mountain top. The source of the sound was under a tree at the edge of the mountain top.  A person sitting under a tree and leaning against the trunk looks very unsightly, both physically and emotionally.

    "Sorry." The person who came was none other than Yan Mo. His face was pale under the moonlight, with almost no blood.

    Gao Ziang, who was sitting under the tree, didn't pay attention to this.  He slowly stood up from under the tree, moved his frozen limbs, with a sarcastic smile on his face, and did not conceal his intention to accuse him, "On the night of the appointment, you came in the middle of the night, you really planned to make me wait all night  , freeze me to death here, you are quite capable!"

    "If I really had this plan, I wouldn't have done it until yesterday." Yan Mo's expression did not change.

    "Then why don't you come?!" He replied lukewarmly, and the anger in Gao Ziang's heart suddenly rose, "Do you want to play or not? What is your purpose?!"

    "What do you mean?" Yan Mo frowned slightly.

    "What do you mean?" The fire in Gao Ziang's heart surged up again. He walked over and grabbed Yan Mo's collar. Yan Mo immediately frowned but did not pull away, "What do you mean by killing No. 7?"  ? Why can¡¯t you vote again tonight? The prophet No. 9 is still here, why don¡¯t you go and kill an unknown No. 7?" At this point, Gao Ziang suddenly showed a suspicious expression, and the strength in his hands could not help but relax.  A few points.

    "or is it true that No. 7 is a witch?"

    Yan Mo pulled back his collar and said in a tired voice: "Probably not."

    "Shouldshouldn't?" Gao Ziang bit down on the word 'should' so hard that his teeth were almost broken, "What on earth do you mean? You want to kill No. 7, I don't have any objection, you made your promise  Come and discuss with me, if you want to kill No. 7, we can vote for No. 7 tonight! As long as you give me a reasonable reason, voting for No. 7 is indeed the best strategy for us to win, and I am not an unreasonable person!  ¡ª¡ªYour move of cutting first and then playing is really great?!" Gao Ziang kicked the ground hard, raising a cloud of sand. If Yan Mo didn't give a reasonable explanation, the next kick would probably be aimed at  On him.

    "How many fucking hours have I been waiting for you at the top of the mountain? You count it yourself, and you tell me that you ran to kill No. 7"

    Yan Mo didn¡¯t really feel sorry for this, but it was indeed not his intention to be so late, and this matter was indeed his own mistake

    "It's my problem." Yan Mo explained with a very sincere tone, "It was not completely dark when I attacked No. 7. My original intention was not to waste tonight's quota on No. 7, but something happened."

    These words made Gao Ziang's flames recede a little. Gao Ziang narrowed his eyes: "You plan to attack No. 7, haha. What is the identity of No. 7? What accident happened to you?"

    "No. 7 is not like a witch. I pretended to be the flute player. He is also very calm and should be a commoner."

    Accident Yan Mo felt the pain in the wound on the back of his head.  Was it unexpected luck that Zhao Xu regained consciousness before he woke up, or was it destiny that he should not die?

    ??????????????Shivering, the anger in my heart suddenly amplified, "What do you mean? If you think I'm lying, then do you think No. 2 and No. 5 are also blind?"

    "No." Yan Mo interrupted Gao Ziang's words lightly and quickly, "I don't think you are lying. On the contrary, I think what you said is true. But I also did not deceive you."

    "If I lie, there is no point in telling such a lie. Even if I really have any ill intentions towards you," Yan Mo ignored Gao Ziang's slightly changed expression, "Wouldn't it only make you more alert if I said such outrageous things?  ?" Yan Mo paused and saw that the other party's face relaxed, and continued, "So please tell me completely what happened this afternoon. We are teammates and our positions are the same. Believe me, it is absolutely not the case.  Would lie to you about something like this.¡±

    Gao Ziang snorted coldly and said no more.

    Although Yan Mo¡¯s words are absurd, it is precisely because they are so absurd that they are even more believable.  But Gao Ziang didn't fully believe it: when he deceived No. 9, No. 2 and others, didn't he also use the logic of "who would pretend to be mixed race when they have nothing to do" to make others believe in his mixed race identity?

    Many times, logic that seems reasonable is simply nonsense!  People's most instinctive and animalistic intuition can sometimes be unexpectedly accurate.

    Clearing his throat, Gao Ziang began to tell in detail what happened today. He did not wait for No. 9 in the morning, deceived No. 2 that he was a mixed race, asked No. 2 about voting, and made an appointment with No. 2 to go to the top of the mountain

    "Then you and No. 5 were talking very affectionately from a distance. We didn't see you after we went up the mountain and continued talking. Then"

    "In the end, you suspected that the mountain earthquake would kill us all. Isn't this nonsense? Thenin the end we separated."

    Yan Mozai listened carefully to every word Gao Ziang said, his clear pupils trembling under the moonlight: "In the beginning, it was the man and No. 5 who were alone on the top of the mountain. What were they talking about, looking very intimate?"

    "Ha!" Gao Zi'ang scoffed lowly, "You really don't know? You actually ask me about your own affairs?" When he asked the second sentence, his voice was raised a bit.

    ¡°Is this the crack?¡± Yan Mo walked over and stood in front of the crack in the mountain.

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    Thank you to the little angels who voted for me or gave me the nutrient solution~

    Thanks to the little angel who threw [Deepwater Torpedo]: ms stayed up all night 4 times;

    Thank you to the little angels who threw [landmines]: 4 ms, Mitu Mitumi, 2; Yiyi, 34789706, 1;

    Thank you to the little angel who irrigated [nutrient solution]:

    It¡¯s a dream, it¡¯s another sunny day, 10 bottles of Chengji; 1 bottle of Anzhitinglan;

    Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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