The detective is dead, I did it.

Chapter 93 Lilith and Emily's Self-Defense

Chapter 93 Lilith and Emily's Self-Defense

When Li Ang and the others returned to the restaurant, the air around the round table was heavier than when they left, clearly indicating that the atmosphere of the argument had not yet cooled down.

A group of people are imprisoned in this closed prison, and there is even a witch hiding among them. As time goes by, the suspicions among the people increase, and naturally, there are fewer topics to talk about.

Shirley lay sprawled on the table, her blue ahoge drooping like a wilted blue bouquet. Her chin rested on her arm, looking utterly bored.

When she saw Li Ang and the others return, her eyes lit up, and she quickly sat up straight, even the ahoge on her head twitched with her movement.

There were two empty seats between Isabel and Boudica, and both of them kept their eyes on the table, not looking at each other.

Clearly, the two had a conflict because of what happened that morning, especially for Isabelle. If the latter had said everything at once, she wouldn't have made such a fool of herself.

Fibel stared at the three people who entered one after the other. Although he didn't stare for long, his gaze became deep, as if he had some kind of suspicion.

Li Ang sat down in his original spot, the chair legs making a short scraping sound on the ground.

Charlotte sat down next to him, a strand of her long white hair hanging down. The hem of her trench coat was partially caught by the chair leg, which she reached out and pulled out.

Li Ang looked around and noticed that Caltacia was not there; she seemed to have left as well.

"She went to see the jailer. I don't know what she's going to do," Eloi explained.

Not long after, Caltasia pushed open the door and entered, her forehead covered in fine beads of sweat. She didn't explain what she was doing, but simply sat back down in her original seat, and no one asked her anything.

"Everyone's here." Helena glanced around the round table. "The second round of discussion begins. The order of speaking is open. After this round, we will decide whether to hold a vote."

No one spoke immediately. Shirley looked up from the table, her golden eyes scanning the crowd before finally settling on Leon.

The meaning in his eyes was clear: "You say something."

Li Ang glanced at Charlotte without leaving a trace. She shook her head slightly, the meaning of which was clear: the information they had just learned from Helena could not be told to everyone yet.

You may only disclose this information after confirming that the other party is not a witch.

"Let me go first." Boudica straightened up from her chair. Although she didn't know why Leon didn't seem inclined to speak, she still took the initiative to start the conversation.

"Now that Leon and Charlotte have been cleared of suspicion, and Bridget is dead of all those involved in the game, each of the remaining nine could be a witch, including myself."

She paused for a moment, her gaze sweeping over every face in the room.

"I have a suggestion. Since none of us can provide conclusive evidence that we're not witches, could we try a different approach?"

"Let's stop looking for who the witch is, and start looking for who can't be the witch. Eliminate the impossible one by one, and the one left is the witch."

"We've been using this approach," Isabella's voice interjected from the side, tinged with disdain. "The problem is, how do we determine this? Relying entirely on individual self-verification?"

"During my free time earlier, I checked a few cells. Including Bridget's and Charlotte's," Cardassia said.

"Did you find anything?" Boudica asked, looking at her.

"Charlotte's cell walls are indeed leaking. She wasn't lying."

Everyone shook their heads. This discovery was of little use; it only further proved Charlotte's innocence.

"So, the target is still Bridget's expression as she dies?" Boudica muttered to herself.

The incredulous look on the other person's face before dying was clearly a weak point; either the person completely trusted the attacker and was completely unprepared, or the attacker was so fast that she didn't have time to react.

But who can the other party trust?

Boudica turned her gaze to Leon.

She wasn't doubting the other person, of course; she was just wondering if it was possible that the witch had transformed into the other person's appearance and approached and killed Bridget at night.

"In that case," Caltacia said, glancing at two people sitting very close together, "could the witch be one of these two?"

Everyone followed her gaze—it was Lilith and Emily.

Without much thought, everyone felt that Caltacia's statement was somewhat credible.

The former's identity card is Miss Truth, or the person she is to protect tonight, while the latter has shown a timid and cowardly demeanor from the beginning, making it hard to associate them with witches.

If Bridget had encountered them last night, she might not have been so cautious, which explains why she showed that expression before she died.

"No way?" Elena exclaimed in disbelief. "How could those two be witches?"

Although she didn't interact with these two much, Elena still felt a strong liking for them, especially Emily, who gave off a strong protective instinct.

She simply couldn't believe that the witches were them.

"It is precisely because it is impossible that it is most possible," Fibel explained.

Seeing everyone's gaze turn to her, Emily's face paled instantly. She tried to say something, but her throat felt like it was being choked, and she couldn't utter a sound.

Lilith's complexion wasn't much better. She lowered her head, her hair falling down on both sides, covering most of her face, revealing only her slightly trembling lips.

"I—" Lilith stammered, "I'm not a witch. My ability is to verify identities; witches shouldn't have that ability."

She paused, as if to bolster her courage, "Otherwise, I could just say someone's true identity is a witch, and have you all vote her out. Wouldn't that be a way to use someone else to do my dirty work?"

"But that would expose you, and we could easily throw you out the very next day," Fibel said. "You'd be using someone else to kill you, but you'd die too. A witch wouldn't do something so unprofitable."

Lilith's face turned even paler.

"But...but I'm really not a witch!" Her voice rose slightly, tinged with a hint of panic and tears. "I...I'm just an ordinary person..."

He didn't pay attention to her murmurs.

Isabella shifted her gaze from her to Emily. "And Emily? What do you have to say?"

Emily's body trembled slightly. She raised her head, her gaze timidly sweeping across the crowd. Her eyes were a little red, but she didn't cry.

She wiped her nose with the back of her hand, took a deep breath, and said, "I didn't leave my cell last night, nor did I kill Bridget."

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"And—and my potion is for giving others immunity to voting and execution. If I were a witch, I should have a more—more witch-like ability."

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