"I'm going to poison player number 12,"
Liu Zheng said.
The reason was simple; player number 12 did not take off the witch's garb during his daytime speech.
Thus, Liu Zheng could only assume that player number 12 genuinely knew that someone had been killed last night, and the killer was him.
Who else other than the witch would know where the correct knife wound was?
Only a werewolf.
If number 12 was really a good guy wearing a disguise and he guessed the knife wound correctly, then it was his own fault.
The identity of a witch is not so easy to impersonate, plus, a witch who has used up her potion has no need to block a knife for him.
No sooner had his words ended than the scene in front of Liu Zheng drastically changed.
He arrived in front of a small hut and then uncontrollably opened the window.
Inside, player number 12 was dozing off in a chair.
Liu Zheng took out a purple potion vial and gently shook it.
