You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

Chapter 634

Qin Ming's eyes trembled violently for a moment, and his voice was low and rapid: "Is that so? No wonder the wound on the arm is facing downwards..."

He slowly scanned the photos of the remains of the body, his brow furrowed tightly, as if he had finally seen through a deliberately concealed truth. "Only the arm was like this, pressed downwards to the ground, as if to cover the wound."

He paused, his Adam's apple rolling slightly, and continued, "In other words, Mom can't bend her fingers, so she can only move her arms, facing the ground, and force her fingers into that position..."

As soon as the words fell, the air seemed to freeze in an instant.

Tang Yin's gaze was as deep as the abyss as he gazed at Qin Ming calmly. His voice was steady and without a trace of emotion: "...Do you really think you can do it? A wound of that severity is enough to make the entire arm unable to move."

Qin Ming's lips trembled slightly, as if he wanted to refute, but he didn't say it in the end.

"……that……"

After a brief silence, Tang Yin sighed softly and waved his hand: "Forget it, this is also a question of probability theory. Let's just assume the probability is 50-50 for now."

He spoke lightly, but everyone present could hear the certainty in his tone.

Tang Yin looked around at everyone and spoke slowly: "So far, three unnatural places have been discovered——"

His sharp eyes swept over each person one by one: "The fingers are unharmed, the fingers are bent, and the spy is not overheard."

He paused, his eyes narrowed slightly, like a sharp blade cutting through the dull air: "There is another obviously strange thing."

Everyone's heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

Tang Yin's gaze fell on the wooden platform where the body was placed. He spoke slowly and steadily, "There was also a wound on the body's neck. Although the wound was deep, it wasn't deep enough to see the bone."

He lowered his head, as if recalling the details of the corpse, and said in a low voice: "From the cross section of the wound, you can only see a thick tube."

He raised his head and turned his gaze towards Qian Jin, his tone unquestionable: "Qian Jin, what was the first thick tube you saw after cutting open his throat?"

Qian Jin's expression changed slightly. After a moment of silence, he slowly spoke: "...trachea..."

Tang Yin narrowed his eyes and pursed his lips slightly: "In other words, Qin Yi took the paper ball out from his trachea."

He paused, his eyes sharp as a knife, and his tone suddenly sharp: "The trachea is the passage for breathing, right?"

The air seemed to freeze instantly.

"If the trachea is blocked, suffocation will occur immediately." Tang Yin's voice slowly echoed in the silent room. "In other words, it is impossible for Madam Chen Xiang to hold the paper ball in her trachea."

Qian Jin's expression grew serious. He nodded and added, "That's true. Furthermore, the human body has a cough reflex mechanism. Normally, when swallowing, food enters the esophagus behind the trachea and eventually falls into the stomach."

Tang Yin's eyes grew deeper. He slowly looked around at everyone and said in a low voice, "Also, Madam Chen Xiang, like Xiao Mei, also vomited a lot of blood."

He paused, then slowly turned his gaze towards Qin Ming, his tone firm, "If I'm not mistaken, when she was killed, Madam Chen Xiang spat out the paper and blood, and then she was discovered by the wolf."

Everyone's expression changed slightly, and an indescribable heaviness filled the air.

Tang Yin pursed his lips slightly, and his voice was so low that it seemed to be squeezed out from the depths of his throat: "The note is indeed real, but it was stuffed into my throat later."

His cold gaze swept across the crowd, finally landing on someone. He spoke slowly and sharply, "This was the work of a wolf with no knowledge of anatomy."

Qin Ming's throat tightened slightly, as if he had finally pieced together a terrifying picture. His voice was low and hesitant: "... So, so..."

Tang Yin nodded gently, his eyes as calm as a knife: "Indeed, the real reason why my hand is unharmed is that the wolf wanted to leave a misleading message of death."

He slowly scanned the crowd, his eyes deep and sharp. "The reason the wound on the arm is facing downwards is because the wolf wanted to fix the position of Madam Chen Xiang's fingers through the ground after her death."

The air seemed to freeze for an instant.

"Also, there's another possibility." Tang Yin's voice was as calm as ever, yet with a subtle hint of sharpness. "Perhaps Wolf overheard her secret conversation about swallowing the note beforehand, and deliberately kept an eye out for it at the scene."

He paused, his eyes narrowed slightly, and a hint of coldness appeared in his tone: "These wolves are extremely obsessed with destroying corpses."

Everyone held their breath.

"The entire body of the corpse was completely destroyed, as if to prevent the deceased from leaving any information about his death..." Tang Yin said slowly, his voice so low that it seemed to come from hell.

He raised his head, his gaze swept across the crowd sharply, and his tone left no room for doubt: "I believe that wolves are extremely cautious and extremely cunning people."

He paused and looked at Gao Zhijie: "Uncle Gao, has there ever been a case of the deceased leaving a death message at a banquet before?"

Gao Zhijie's expression changed slightly. He was silent for a moment, then finally spoke in a low voice: "Every elder said so—the last words of the deceased were all lies fabricated by Huangquan Wolf."

Tang Yin nodded slightly and sighed softly: "The dead cannot leave any information about their death... Madam Chen Xiang proved this matter, and she has done an invaluable job."

Qin Ming closed his eyes and tightened his fists quietly. After a moment, he opened his eyes, a complex expression in his eyes: "...I understand."

His gaze fell firmly on Tang Yin, and his tone was low and solemn: "I accept your opinion. Combined with the new knowledge you mentioned, this matter is indeed very suspicious."

He took a deep breath, his tone suddenly becoming sharp. "So, who is Wolf? And what about that slip of the tongue Xiaoliang just let slip?"

Tang Yin slowly raised the corners of his mouth, his eyes sharp as if he could see through people's hearts: "The correct answer is already obvious."

He tilted his head slightly, his eyes falling on Hualu, his voice calm but with a hint of unquestionable meaning: "Hualu, what did you say just now?"

Hualu's body stiffened slightly, the color draining from her face for a moment. As if realizing something, her lips trembled slightly: "...What did I just...?"

Her voice trembled as she recalled her previous remarks: "...Since Qin Yi is a human, and Xiao Mei and I are also human..."

Her voice gradually became weaker, as if an invisible hand was strangling her throat.

"The rest are Tong Xiaoliang... and Wang Lina..."

The air suddenly froze.

Everyone's eyes, almost subconsciously, turned to Wang Lina.

The woman who had almost never been suspected until now.

Wang Lina's body trembled violently, her face turning pale as paper in an instant, her lips trembling slightly: "... No, no way...?" Her eyes flickered, like prey cornered, and her voice was also a little panicked: "Well, hey, although I don't want to think so..."

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her breathing, and spoke calmly, "But isn't Hualu's identity completely confirmed? So, we can't rule her out, right?"

Tang Yin's gaze was as deep as the abyss, slowly falling on Hua Lu. His tone was calm, but with a hint of unquestionable certainty.

"Halulu, you didn't actually receive the spider's blessing, did you?"

As these words were spoken suddenly, everyone's nerves seemed to be suddenly stretched to a taut point, and the air froze in an instant.

Hua Lu was slightly startled, then nodded with a calm expression: "Yeah."

Just one short word, but it was like a bombshell, hitting everyone's mind.

Zhao Gang's brows suddenly furrowed, and the others also showed expressions of disbelief.

Tang Yin's eyes darkened slightly, and he continued to ask, "Who is the real Spider?"

Hualu took a deep breath and spoke slowly: "Xiaomei."

Everyone gasped and cast shocked glances at the little girl who had been protected in the center of the team.

Xiao Mee tilted her head, as if she didn't understand what was happening, but her eyes were still clear and fearless.

Hualu's tone was calm, yet it revealed a hidden sense of responsibility: "Xiaomei is still illiterate. To prevent her from affecting the overall situation, I told her in advance to entrust the power of the protection to me for safekeeping."

Her eyes fell on Xiaome and she nodded slightly.

Xiao Mei blinked, as if to confirm that she could speak, and then said confidently: "I have memorized all the marks!"

She waved her little fist, her tone serious, not like a child's: "If I were a spider, I would send a secret signal to Sister Hualu and tell her that my feet hurt!"

Zhao Gang rubbed his brow and sighed, "Is that so... But, as a Spider, Xiao Mei has to decide who to protect, right? How should she write the person's name on a piece of paper?"

Hua Lu looked at him calmly, her voice soft but firm: "...I wrote it. I'll give it to her when I help her change her clothes."

Tang Yin's eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled up in a thoughtful arc: "...Perhaps, this is the real loophole of the Huangquan Ji Banquet."

He raised his eyes and looked around at everyone, his tone steady and deep: "If the information itself is converted into a code in advance... it won't be against the rules."

Qin Ming's eyes suddenly focused, and the corners of his mouth rose slightly: "Indeed. Even if the wolf heard it, it would not be able to interpret it. Besides, no one would have thought that such a young child would actually challenge the rules..."

Tang Yin nodded gently, his tone calm but with a hint of approval: "In short, Hua Lu is indeed not a spider. However, as the spokesperson for spiders, she did protect Old Man Gao once."

He slowly scanned the crowd and continued, "On the first day of voting, she asked me not to vote for Xiaome, but for herself. I deduced her intention from this."

He paused, his gaze set on Hualu, and said firmly, "She probably wants to be Xiaome's shield, right? If anything happens, she can reveal her identity as the spider and let the real protector live."

Hualu lowered her eyelids slightly, and after a moment of silence, she whispered, "...Yeah. If that's the case, I will kill her and bear the contamination myself."

Her voice was very soft, but it was like a muffled thunder, shaking everyone's heart.

Tang Yin's eyes darkened slightly, and he slowly turned his head to look at the two remaining people on the field. His tone was calm but revealed a hint of invisible oppression.

"Now, Xiaoliang and Lina. Can you refute me and prove that you are not wolves?"

Tong Xiaoliang frowned, his smile fading slightly as he glanced between the crowd, seemingly weighing something. After a moment, he finally spoke slowly, a hint of confusion in his tone: "If that's the case, then why was I also a wolf in Aunt Chen Xiang's false intelligence?"

The air froze for a moment, and everyone's eyes were focused on Tang Yin.

Tang Yin's expression remained unchanged, as calm as a polished stone. "Because you are the bait."

Tong Xiaoliang's eyes paused for a moment, then he blinked, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth again, as if he was thinking about something.

Tang Yin didn't give him more time to think and continued, "How do you think Xiao Liang poisoned me?"

Qian Jin's brows were furrowed, his eyes filled with deep doubt. "...Indeed, it's precisely because there's no way to explain this matter that Madam Chen Xiang is under suspicion..."

His voice gradually deepened, as if he was thinking about something. Suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly, as if he realized something, and he raised his head abruptly: "After all, apart from her, no one can do this to you... um...? Wait..."

Qin Ming's expression also changed slightly, and his eyes suddenly focused, as if he had pieced together all the clues in an instant: "...Yes, so that's what happened."

The corner of his mouth curled up into a barely perceptible sneer, and his voice was low and slow: "It doesn't matter who is poisoned."

Tang Yin nodded slightly, his eyes deep: "That's right. The target of the poison was not me. It doesn't matter who is poisoned to death."

Zhao Gang's expression instantly turned ugly, his brows furrowed, and his voice was low and rapid: "Wait, what do you mean? Isn't it because you are a snake that you were poisoned!?"

Tang Yin sighed softly, his tone so calm it was almost creepy: "This is truly a misunderstanding. I just happened to get the poisoned bowl."

He paused, his eyes slowly sweeping over everyone, and continued, "He must have found the right opportunity yesterday and poisoned the bowl."

"Maybe there was a drop of venom in the top bowl. If it's just a small move like this, the chance is always there."

The candlelight flickered slightly, illuminating everyone's uncertain faces.

"When eating, the wolf just needs to pretend to chat without moving his chopsticks while waiting for an opportunity to observe the situation."

"Wait until someone other than you is poisoned, then take the opportunity to eat a few bites."

"The scene must have been very chaotic, so there's no way to prove that anyone didn't eat before I was poisoned."

Tang Yin's voice was low and slow, as if coming from the dark abyss: "If no one else is poisoned, it means that the poisoned bowl is in your hand. Then you can just find an excuse not to eat."

The air was so heavy that it was suffocating, and everyone's heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

Everyone's attention was once again focused on Tong Xiaoliang.

(End of this chapter)