Zhou Lin

Number 2’s narrative has ended again.

Of course, among the thirteen people present, except for No. 7, no one knew that this was the second time No. 2 had finished presenting a file.

At this moment, the statement about "Jack Anderson" had never happened to them; and "Jack shot Number Ten," "Jack shot Number Seven," "Jack speculated "No. 7's ability" and so on. Things that happened after the "recall point" only exist in No. 7's memory.

"So..." Soon, Number 2 put down the I-PEN in his hand, looked up at the crowd and said, "I guess it's time for us to vote again, right?"

After he said this, no one responded.

After a few seconds, No. 2 laughed dryly: "Ha... How about I ask this question in a different way? Is there anyone who wants to give up voting this round? If so, let's not waste time and just treat it as a vote failure."

"I give up." Number One beside him said decisively, "If you fail, just fail."

Before he finished speaking, the phone on the table rang again.

"Otherwise..." No. 2 did not rush to pick up, but looked at No. 3 beside him and said, "...you pick up?"

"Okay." Number Three responded.

After saying that, No. 3 stood up slightly, pulled the phone on the table closer to him, and then picked up the receiver.

"Hello? Yes, I'm No. 3." After saying the first few words, No. 3 fell into silence. Nearly a minute later, he hung up the phone, then took out his I-PEN from his jacket pocket, entered the password he just learned from the phone to unlock it, and continued, "In view of the The second vote was still unsuccessful, and the third dossier presentation on this issue will be conducted next.”

I thought he was going to start reading now, but unexpectedly...

"But..." No. 3 actually changed the subject, "According to the instructions of 'that person' on the other end of the phone, before we start, I must reveal the identity of a juror."

As soon as these words came out, everyone at the table focused their attention on No. 3.

"Don't look at me like that, it all means 'him'..." When No. 3 mentioned the word "him," he pointed to the phone on the table, "As for who to expose, it's not up to me. , 'He' has already designated the person whose identity will be revealed this round..." After saying that, No. 3 turned his attention to Juror No. 1, "That's Juror No. 1..." He paused for half a second and said, "One No. Yan Wushang, a wanted criminal by the federal government, a suspect in many major thefts and kidnappings, known as the 'Postman'."

Some people have already known this piece of information, while others have just heard about it; but no matter what, on this occasion, having his identity exposed... is always disadvantageous for No. 1.

"Ha! So you are Yan Wushang!" As soon as No. 3 finished speaking, Juror No. 9...a little boy who looked to be only about ten years old and had not expressed any opinions so far suddenly spoke loudly. .

"What?" Yan Wushang looked at the boy and said coldly, "You have something to do with me?"

It was too late but not too late. As soon as Yan Wushang finished asking, the little boy jumped up on the chair and jumped on the table. With his innocent smile on his face, he said to Yan Wushang, "It's nothing." It's a big deal..." He paused, and while running along the long table towards the No. 1 position, he shouted, "...I just want you to die quickly..."

His sentence ended abruptly without even saying the word "has".

Because just when he said the word "death", he happened to pass by Jack and was grabbed by Jack's ankle with one hand.

The next second, the little boy fell face down, and with a "pop" sound, he fell into the mud like a dog.

Two seconds later, the little boy who was lying on the table turned his head in the direction of Jack and asked with an indifferent expression: "Uncle, what do you mean?"

Jack slowly released the other party's ankle, took out a white handkerchief from his jacket pocket and handed it over: "I advise you... to go back to your seat."

Although Jack did not explain his motives, most of the jurors at the table understood that Jack wanted to prevent the little boy from dying.

"Why?" The little boy was a little dissatisfied, "Looking down on me?"

"Little brother, if you wipe off your nosebleed first before asking this question, it will be more convincing." No. 2 smiled jokingly and interjected.

"Tch~" the little boy took the handkerchief from Jack's hand nonchalantly, wiped the nosebleed on his face, and stood up again with a calm expression, "You adults only judge people by their appearance."

"I also advise you to sit down." No. 7, who was on the other side of the table, finally couldn't help it. "If someone dies before this farce ends, it will be very difficult for me to handle."

"Well... then let me give you some advice." Two seconds later, even Yan Wushang spoke up, "No matter why you want to kill me, in principle... I don't kill children; so, if you follow If I have any grievances, let’s just leave it to the matter at hand and we’ll resolve it privately… I promise I won’t run away.”

"Huh!" Hearing this, the little boy glared at him viciously, snorted, and then... finally returned to his seat angrily.

"Hey! You two-standard dogs! Isn't it a little too much?" At this moment, No. 10 spoke again, "I am about the same size as him, right? Why didn't anyone come out to persuade me when I was beaten? What about persuading?"

"Brother...it's not a matter of size." Number 11 next to him immediately cast a mocking look at him.

"The mirror is a good thing. I think you should try it." When No. 6 said this, he didn't even look at No. 10's face.

"I'm warning you, don't ask for a beating again!" No. 7 threatened him again in a very impatient tone.

"Okay... I won't talk anymore, okay." No. 10 curled his lips and said no more, but his peripheral vision immediately turned to No. 9 beside him, and said in his heart, "Ah... a bunch of You fool, what this kid said is absolutely right, you will only judge people by their appearance... If you think this kid is just an ordinary elementary school student, you will suffer the consequences when the time comes."

"Everyone..." No. 3 waited for a moment, and after seeing that the situation had basically calmed down, he spoke again, "If you have no urgent matters to deal with for the time being... shall I start?"

"Ha... read it, just read it." No. 2 added in a long voice, "Look at this... after you finish reading that part, my identity will be exposed, and then there will be a good show. Sigh."

Although No. 2's words were a bit intriguing, no one paid him any attention at the moment.

Because... among the other twelve people, none of them knew the identity of No. 2.