The decoration style on the second floor was different from that on the first floor.
The hall was completely empty, with nothing inside, not even wall paint.
Dark red pipelines were exposed everywhere on the walls and floors, with a luminescent green light flowing through them, resembling blood circulating.
To the north, south, east, and west of the hall, there was a door leading to four different rooms.
The door to the east had a complete wolf skin hanging on it, with the wolf’s head wide open and its mouth agape.
The door to the west had a shotgun hanging on it, its barrel pointed straight at the wolf’s head.
The door to the south had two vials hanging on it, one purple and one green.
The door to the north grew a horizontal eye that constantly wept tears.
The moment Liu Zheng entered the second-floor hall, each door began to stir.
The wolf’s head roared deeply at him, the shotgun aimed at his forehead, the vials emitted boiling smoke, and the eye wept bloody tears at him.
"Thank you all, your enthusiasm brings tears to my eyes."
"What are you doing?"
The sea girl asked curiously.
"I’m responding to their welcome."
Liu Zheng waved at them as he spoke.
"They are not welcoming you. They are hoping for liberation."
The sea girl shook her head.
"Yes. If the identity you draw matches the door, and you lose, you will swap souls with the door until the next unfortunate soul arrives."
The sea girl explained.
Well, it seems they were looking for a substitute to die.
"If you win, you will receive a gift from the door."
The sea girl replied.
"It hasn’t found a substitute, and it’s giving me a gift?"
"The door is the door, a soul is a soul. The more you win, the better it is for the door."
The sea girl explained.
"I see. Here, have some coffee."
Liu Zheng pulled out a cup of Unlucky Coffee and handed it to her.
"How did you know I like lattes?"
The sea girl took a sip of the coffee.
"Actually, I bought dozens of different coffees, so if you didn’t one, I would have offered you another."
Liu Zheng candidly said.
"Are you trying to woo me?"
The sea girl was just as straightforward.
"But I don’t think I’ve ever seen you."
She examined Liu Zheng for a moment.
"But I have seen you."
The sea girl was noncommittal.
"So, which door will you choose?"
She steered the conversation back to the main topic.
"Considering this cup of coffee, do you have any suggestions?"
Liu Zheng shamelessly asked.
"I can only tell you that the door today really wants to win."
The sea girl pointed to the door with the vials and said.
"Alright, then I’ll choose that door."
He declared decisively.
With Liu Zheng’s understanding of Werewolf, the identity corresponding to that door should be the witch. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel✦fire.net
The witch’s skill initially included possessing one vial of poison and one vial of antidote.
The poison could kill a person, and the antidote could save someone who had been attacked by a werewolf, both could only be used once.
It was a relatively powerful role, but also quite susceptible to being scapegoated.
For example, if she was attacked by a werewolf after the first night and couldn’t save herself, she might choose to blindly poison someone to prove her identity, inadvertently taking the prophet with her, leading to a direct collapse of the good camp.
Liu Zheng was quite accurate in finding werewolves, so his winning rate with the witch identity was not low.
Although the receptionist might not be able to secure the identity of the witch for him, it didn’t matter.
After all, he did not come for the prizes.
As they approached the witch’s door, the sea girl took out a fox mask.
The mask had no openings, and once Liu Zheng put it on, everything before him was pitch black.
He tried to remove the mask but found that it was stuck to his face as if welded on.
The sea girl took his hand and led him through the door.
The room was very quiet; not even breathing could be heard.
But through the mask, Liu Zheng could feel many eyes looking at him.
Seemingly aware that he was about to protest, the sea girl squeezed his hand and said.
Liu Zheng nodded without asking "How come you can speak," a foolish question.
The sea girl led him to a table and then pushed him onto a chair.
Liu Zheng leaned back and found the chair even had lumbar support—quite considerate.
"We have some new players today, so I’ll go over the rules with everyone again,"
"Old players can refresh their memory too because the penalties for breaking the rules are severe,"
The sea girl’s voice appeared from afar.
"First rule, no speaking up close. For instance, ’I’ll eat this table if I’m not the prophet.’
Knowing this world, the punishment would likely be to actually make the speaker eat the table.
"Second rule, no insulting others. What counts as an insult is up to the moderator.
Third rule, no cheating. I know some players have extraordinary abilities and can bypass the restrictions of the mask. So, go ahead and try, but if I catch you, you’ll wish you were dead,"
As soon as she finished speaking, Liu Zheng’s vision was restored.
He looked around, the walls and ceiling were covered with entwining vines, and the floor was made of logs as thick as arms.
All the players were seated around a large round table, with a giant crucible in the center that sporadically burped colorful bubbles or a wisp of black smoke.
Liu Zheng then looked at the other players. Everyone’s appearance was altered by the mask, and except for their clothes, everything looked identical, making it impossible even to differentiate between genders.
As for facial expressions, they were impossible to see.
This was a good thing for him.
A crucial skill in Werewolf is face reading, which involves observing other players’ expressions, eyes, and movements to determine their roles or the validity of their statements.
Don’t consider it occult; the more familiar people are with each other, the higher the success rate of this tactic.
Even in games with strangers, if one is adept enough, the success rate of face reading is not low.
Liu Zheng somewhat suspected that his low success rate as a werewolf was due to his overly expressive face.
While he was sizing up the other players, they were also scrutinizing him.
Their gazes were mostly probing, but there was also plenty of hostility.
After all, no one knew if they might end up with the identity of the witch.
Liu Zheng noticed that the other players’ masks all had a number on the forehead.
He touched his own mask, and it had the number 8 on it.
"This game is for 12 players: Prophet, Witch, Hunter, Guard, and Massacre by the sidelines."
"Good Camp: Prophet + Witch + Hunter + Guard + four commoners."
"Werewolf Camp: White Wolf King + three normal werewolves."
"Speaking time: 150 seconds."
"The witch may not save herself after the first night."
"The sheriff has the right to final vote, counting as 1.5 votes during voting, with a speaking time of 180 seconds."
"During the election for sheriff, two werewolves must reveal themselves to snatch the sheriff’s badge."
It wasn’t the most standard Prophet-Witch-Hunter-White configuration, but the differences were minor; it was still a basic setup.
The witch could save herself on the first night, the guard could protect someone at night; the Good Camp had a significant advantage.
But with a White Wolf King who could kill by self-exposing, the Werewolf Camp wasn’t at a complete disadvantage either.
After all, the chance of a first-night kill landing on the witch was not high.
"Player number 8, your identity is the witch."
He really was the witch!
The coffee truly hadn’t been a waste.
But if he lost this game, would it be considered as buying his own demise?
Of course, Liu Zheng was just joking.
As long as he wasn’t a werewolf, he was quite confident.
"Nightfall, please close your eyes."
The sea girl’s voice sounded, and his world went dark once more.
"Don’t get eaten, okay?"