Chapter 925

The second daytime ended quickly, and now there were three key suspects: Fatty, Glasses, and Catgirl.

Su Xiao considered confronting the three to force Alice to reveal herself, but this method wasn’t practical—none of the eight trusted one another.

If Su Xiao attacked one of the three, the other two wouldn’t stand by; moreover, Alice could choose not to expose her identity. Remember, there was only one way to end the game: correctly identifying who Alice’s clone was—not killing her clone. Killing her clone without identification was useless. Unless she was killed during the night, in which case Alice couldn’t appear during the next daytime, and suspicion would fall solely on whoever didn’t show up in daylight.

During daytime, it was different. If Alice’s clone chose to remain hidden, even if Su Xiao killed her disguised form, the game wouldn’t end—it would only become more complicated. If he killed the wrong person, he’d lose one accusation chance. Everyone had one accusation right; once dead, you lost it. This was obvious. The troubling part? Alice’s clone also had an accusation right.

Fatty, Glasses, and Catgirl wouldn’t sacrifice themselves for others, let alone risk a counterproductive sacrifice.

Therefore, killing during the daytime was useless and counterproductive. The only way to end the game was to find out who Alice’s clone truly was—no other method existed.

At first, Su Xiao thought this game resembled Werewolf. After initial observation, he realized Werewolf was child’s play compared to this.

The game’s rules favored Alice’s design—there was no fairness. Alice rarely made mistakes, and if seven game days passed, she won. This was the greatest disadvantage for the Contractees.

The Contractees’ disadvantage was indeed severe, but after the first night, it vanished—because Alice chose to attack Su Xiao. She failed to kill him, and now Alice herself was at a disadvantage.

What Su Xiao didn’t know was that Alice did this out of personal grudge—she had nearly been hanged by the Shadow of Annihilation on the Void Platform.

Su Xiao knew he wasn’t Alice, so the remaining suspects were now only Fatty, Glasses, Catgirl, Team China Boss One, and Team China Boss Two.

Among these five, Fatty, Glasses, and Catgirl were highly suspicious; among those three, Fatty and Catgirl were more likely to be Alice.

Tomorrow, Su Xiao would accuse either Fatty or Catgirl. He had no intention of accusing himself to appease the crowd. Let others suspect him if they wanted—it had nothing to do with him. Ultimately, the eight could calmly discuss who Alice was only because of the game’s rules. Victory was what mattered.

Back in his room, Su Xiao waited for nightfall.

The room grew dark again. Bubu Wang lay lazily on the bed, certain Alice wouldn’t come tonight—unless she was deliberately playing poorly, she wouldn’t attack Su Xiao again.

In the pitch-black corridor, a door opened silently. A figure stepped out, moving without sound, its form shifting as it became Alice’s clone, wrapped in black mist.

Alice’s clone wasn’t in a hurry to pick a room. She descended the stairs, sat on the sofa, and looked up at rooms 1 through 8.

“I can’t deal with him for now. Protected by that entity, I can’t kill him except through legitimate game methods, nor can I break the rules.”

Alice’s clone sighed and abandoned the idea of attacking Su Xiao again.

“It’s time to enjoy the game. That little girl is clever. Alice loves players like her—especially the look on her face when she breaks down…”

Alice rose and walked toward Room 1.

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Su Xiao sat cross-legged in his room, listening intently to the sound of high heels on the floor—when suddenly, a scream erupted.

“Ya… Ya Mie Die!!”

A loud cry came from the adjacent room. Su Xiao’s eyes snapped open.

“Wait, what are you doing, ugh—”

The sounds from Room 1 ceased.

“Dead? Unexpected. Alice actually attacked her.”

Alice’s action confused Su Xiao. Normally, she wouldn’t target Detective Little Luoli. The only explanation: Alice wasn’t playing to win—she was playing for fun. If so, Detective Little Luoli’s deductive skills would only heighten the game’s entertainment value.

In Su Xiao’s view, Detective Little Luoli was likely to survive until the end. But now, it seemed otherwise.

After the sounds from next door vanished, silence engulfed everything. This silence lasted two hours.

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Receiving this series of prompts, Su Xiao’s pupils contracted—Catgirl was dead. Fatty, Glasses, Team China Boss One, and Boss Two had all violated game rules and were confined to their rooms during the third daytime.

In just one night, the situation had flipped from advantage to severe disadvantage. Only Su Xiao, Detective Little Luoli, and Team China Boss Three remained free to move. Detective Little Luoli surviving the attack was unexpected.

Team China Boss Three was too blunt—he played no real role in this game. In other words, only Su Xiao and Detective Little Luoli could possibly expose Alice.

The situation had undergone a shocking reversal: Alice, once at a disadvantage, now held overwhelming advantage after just one night. As for how Fatty, Glasses, Team China Boss One, and Boss Two broke the rules—no guesswork needed. It was clearly Alice’s clone’s doing.

There was one piece of good news: the lucky player had provided a small amount of critical information.

In Su Xiao’s view, the Contractee’s situation wasn’t lucky at all. He couldn’t directly participate in the game—his life depended entirely on the other seven’s actions. This wasn’t luck—it was misfortune.

Su Xiao stepped out of his room and met Team China Boss Three. Neither spoke; they simply went downstairs and sat on the sofa.

Only three could move freely. Only Su Xiao retained the accusation right. It wasn’t that Alice’s clone deliberately spared him to make the game harder—it was because after their clash in the first night, Alice’s clone knew she couldn’t defeat him. That was why she hadn’t come for him last night.

Su Xiao retained this sole usable accusation right not because of luck, but because he was strong enough. It reminded him of the blood-written line he’d seen on the ceiling: “In the third level, strength is the only truth. Alice’s clone is not invincible.”