After transmigrating into the book, she became the male god's white moonlight.

Chapter 227 You killed that person, right?
The most hateful thing in this world is not stringing people along emotionally or playing with ambiguity.

While he was dating you, he was also being affectionate with other girls.

The thought of it is chilling; one second they've just kissed, and the next second...

666:! ! !
As the music began, the third round of the game started.

The first shot has been fired, and there are still five shots left, but there is still a one-sixth probability.

With the example of the male high school student, no one dared to underestimate the subsequent answers.

However, the questions they asked were increasingly bizarre.

How many nightclubs do you go to a month?

"..."

"What's the name of the person you had an affair with?"

"..."

How many mistresses do you keep?

"..."

Do you participate in group sex?

"..."

Over these rounds, countless couples have been broken up.

When faced with the question, most people chose to answer honestly, because nothing is more important than their lives.

Of course, there are a few exceptions.

Perhaps it was resentment, perhaps it was genuine fearlessness, or perhaps it was simply because they were embarrassed to answer.

After several rounds of attrition, only one shot remains, yet no one has been killed or injured.

This means that, although there is a one in six chance of success with the last shot.

But those who understand this know that what they face most often is death.

The eerie music was paused, and perhaps coincidentally, it stopped right on the man wearing dark glasses.

The person on the soft chair rested their delicate chin on one hand, a faint, indifferent smile curving their lips.

The show is about to begin...

The cold gun was displayed in various poses in her bony hands.

He twirled his finger, straightening the gun in his hand. "You killed that person, didn't you?"

Long eyelashes fluttered, and cool lips uttered a question unlike any other. The bespectacled man paused in putting his phone away, a hint of confusion crossing his face. "Who?"

"The person the game relies on."

Her red lips parted slightly, her voice clear and cool, yet it sounded exceptionally pleasant, becoming more and more addictive with each listen.

"On the night of the incident, I was playing video games at home, as evidenced by the community's surveillance cameras."

He was glued to his laptop the moment he entered the room. Sir, how did I kill him?

The man smiled slightly, brushed aside the question, and looked up to ask the people in the broadcasting room a question in return.

"Answer directly."

The person in the darkness had their eyes closed, and their well-defined fingers tapped the ground intermittently.

"No."

The man paused almost imperceptibly, then uttered those two words with virtually no hesitation.

"Pfft."

After a soft, tingling laugh, the familiar sound of the roulette wheel spinning followed.

Just as the gun handle was about to be pulled, the man's slightly hurried voice came out again.

"and many more."

The person on the soft chair: ...

It seemed to sense that the person in the broadcasting room had pulled the trigger and stopped.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, his palms drenched in cold sweat.

He knew very well that if he fired that shot, he would most likely not survive.

"Even if you die, you need a reasonable explanation. What evidence do you have to prove that I killed that person?"

He was gambling, risking being shot, on the evidence that person possessed.

"Want to hear?"

He leaned back in the soft chair, his aloof and ascetic face remaining completely expressionless.

"I don't want to be labeled with such a big accusation without knowing why."

Please give me a convincing explanation.

The man wearing glasses showed a mixture of anger and resentment at being wrongly accused.

Here I am, hehehe (￣y▽￣)~* *covers mouth and giggles*
If you don't vote, I'll kill you all!!!
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