“As captain, you put yourself on a four-person train, and the moment it pulls out, the light turns red. Who’s the most suspicious? You tell me.”
The middle-aged man immediately retorted, “I know I’m good myself. As captain, what’s wrong with choosing myself? I say it’s you two bad guys ganging up!”
He pointed at Brother Dao and Fu Songcheng.
Brother Dao stepped forward, his tall frame radiating oppressive force. “I say you’re the one with a guilty conscience!”
“Wait, stop arguing first.”
The short-haired girl stepped forward, positioning herself between Brother Dao and the middle-aged man. Her sharp gaze swept across the room, finally settling on Fu Songcheng and Brother Dao. “I think Uncle has a point.”
Brother Dao’s brows furrowed. “What do you mean? You suspect me?”
Fu Songcheng sank into thought. He’d deduced the short-haired girl was Merlin with an omniscient perspective—yet now she was saying Brother Dao was also evil. If she truly knew the identities, she shouldn’t be giving false information at this point.
Or was it possible she was deliberately giving false information to confuse Fu Songcheng and Yu Huaiting?
Fu Songcheng frowned and looked at the short-haired girl.
The short-haired girl met Brother Dao’s gaze without backing down. “The first two missions did succeed, but that doesn’t prove you’re one hundred percent good. To lie low, bad guys can absolutely vote ‘Mission Success.’ You two were both on the train two rounds in a row—deliberately building up your identities.”
“In the third round, which needs four people and is extremely critical, you could conveniently use the early trust to openly cast a ‘Fail’ vote, then frame the newcomer, Uncle.”
The bleached-hair youth had been listening quietly the whole time. Now he nodded thoughtfully and chimed in, “Yeah—though it’s not necessarily that both of you are evil.”
He’s right.
Fu Songcheng’s heart jolted. The bleached-hair youth might be more likely to be Merlin.
Fu Songcheng and Brother Dao—one was the evil Morgana, the other the good Percival.
The youth had hit the nail on the head.
Brother Dao raised an eyebrow, pondering. “Brother Fu already said the train might not make it, and he even cast a reject vote. We were both on the train the first two rounds—how could we be evil?”
The short-haired girl narrowed her eyes slightly, looking at the silently brooding Fu Songcheng, and said coldly, “Maybe that’s exactly your brilliance? Predicting the mission would fail in advance, and when it actually did, it would clear you of suspicion instead.”
Facing everyone’s blade-like probing, Fu Songcheng still leaned steadily against the chair back.
Only after hearing the short-haired girl’s analysis did Fu Songcheng slowly raise his head and let out a soft laugh, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness. “If you insist on thinking that way, there’s nothing I can do. But if I were evil, I’d only need to quietly watch the mission fail and then naturally shift the blame to Uncle, who never boarded—why take the extra step of warning that the mission might fail and drawing fire onto myself?”
As he said this, Fu Songcheng cast a subtle glance at Brother Dao, then locked his gaze on the short-haired girl.
“But you—why do you keep harping on what I said? Are you looking for the bad guy, or looking for Merlin?”
Brother Dao caught that look, and his heart instantly blazed. In his vision, the short-haired girl and Fu Songcheng were—one Merlin, one Morgana.
He hadn’t dared fully trust Fu Songcheng before, but the moment the short-haired girl suspected Brother Dao of being evil too, he’d decided Fu Songcheng was Merlin.
And he himself, as “Percival,” had only one mission—protect Merlin! He couldn’t let Fu Songcheng’s Merlin identity be exposed.
“Enough!”
Brother Dao waved his hand grandly, like a lion protecting its cub. “I’m certain Fu Songcheng is good. This round’s red light must have come from Uncle or Yu Huaiting!”
The named Yu Huaiting was leaning against a metal pillar off to the side, one leg casually bent, his toe drawing idle circles on the ground.
Hearing everyone’s argument, the corner of Yu Huaiting’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch, and a wave of inexplicable irritation rose in his heart.
He secretly rolled his eyes, his gaze darting back and forth between Fu Songcheng and Brother Dao, grumbling inwardly: It’s obviously me and Fu Songcheng who are the “evil alliance”—Morgana and the Assassin, a perfect match.
Yet Fu Songcheng, that old fox, kept secretly shooting glances at Brother Dao.
Now Brother Dao practically wants to enshrine Fu Songcheng!
The more Yu Huaiting thought, the angrier he got. His cheeks puffed up, and he pursed his lips in dissatisfaction.
He gave Fu Songcheng’s profile a vicious glare, then still played dumb and responded to everyone’s suspicions: “I don’t know. I’m good.”
After saying that, Yu Huaiting glanced at Fu Songcheng—who didn’t spare him even a sliver of peripheral vision.
Fu Songcheng felt that listening to Yu Huaiting’s words was truly just listening to Yu Huaiting’s words.
Not a single useful piece of information.
Before everyone could reach a conclusion, the system was already urging the next round to proceed.
[Fourth round mission preparation.]
[Rotating captain transferred.]
[Fourth round captain: the bleached-hair youth.]
[Players required to board this round: 3.]
The bleached-hair youth rubbed his hands nervously. He took a deep breath, his gaze sweeping over everyone’s faces, his brain racing.
“The first three rounds, I haven’t been on the train once.”
The bleached-hair youth swallowed. “To prove my innocence, I’ll definitely choose myself.”
No one spoke—this was normal Avalon logic.
“The second person—” the bleached-hair youth looked at the short-haired girl. “You weren’t on the train the first two rounds, and your analysis just now was very rational. I’m inclined to think you’re good. I choose you.”
The short-haired girl nodded slightly, her expression largely unchanged.
“As for the third person—” the bleached-hair youth hesitated.
His gaze wandered back and forth between Brother Dao, Fu Songcheng, Uncle, and Yu Huaiting.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and pointed at Fu Songcheng. “I choose Fu Songcheng.”
The moment this choice came out, the air on the platform seemed to freeze for an instant.
The current situation was stark: Fu Songcheng and Brother Dao were of one voice, mutually attacking the short-haired girl.
Fu Songcheng and the short-haired girl were definitely not in the same faction. Choosing both of them made the mission almost certain to fail.
The bleached-hair youth hurried to explain: “Everyone was arguing so fiercely just now. If Fu Songcheng and Brother Dao really are two wolves ganging up, then splitting them apart is the best choice. I’ll bring Fu Songcheng on the train—if this mission succeeds, it means Fu Songcheng is most likely good; if it fails, then he’s definitely evil, because I’m certain I’m good, and the short-haired girl is someone I trust.”
On the surface, Fu Songcheng showed nothing, but his brain was rapidly calculating gains and losses.
If he was to play Merlin, then the bad guy in his eyes had to be the short-haired girl. On this train, his stance had to be: don’t allow the short-haired girl to board.
But at the same time, he had to sabotage the mission and stop the Good faction from winning.
So he absolutely had to board.
The captain of this train, the bleached-hair youth, clearly trusted the short-haired girl, which meant the selection likely wouldn’t satisfy Fu Songcheng—this selection was even a test of him.
So he had to make this selection fail.
[All players, please vote on this round’s lineup.]
Beep—
[Voting result: 3 Approve, 3 Reject.]
[Tie. Lineup not approved. Selection void.]
The bleached-hair youth froze, staring in disbelief at the result on the light screen. “Who voted reject? What’s wrong with this lineup?”
The short-haired girl spoke coldly: “I voted reject. I can’t let Fu Songcheng board. As captain, blindly dragging in someone highly suspicious is too risky.”
Brother Dao also snorted coldly. “I voted reject too. With this girl on the train, she’s definitely evil—she’ll sabotage the mission.”
Fu Songcheng sighed. “I voted reject as well. With a bad guy on the train, I couldn’t possibly support it.”
The three had different stances, but all simultaneously chose to block this train.
Yu Huaiting watched from the side, his lips curling in disdain.
He casually voted approve—he’d love nothing more than for Fu Songcheng to hurry onto the train and wreck the mission, or just expose his identity outright, saving him from all this playing mysterious and seducing Brother Dao.
[Captain rotation continues.]
[Fourth round, second captain: Yu Huaiting.]
Hearing his own name, Yu Huaiting’s eyes lit up. His body, which had been lazily leaning against the pillar, instantly straightened.
He flexed his wrists, his joints giving crisp crack-crack sounds, and a wicked smile curved at the corner of his mouth.
“Finally my turn.”
Yu Huaiting’s gaze swept over everyone, flippant and provocative.
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