The narrative of No. 2 is also over.

Similar to the text obtained by No. 1, this article also has no psychological description, but only uses a third-person perspective to describe some objective things.

During the second reading, people would look at No. 4 from time to time... that is, Jack, but no one said anything.

In less than ten minutes, No. 2 put down the i-pen in his hand, looked up at everyone and said, "Then... I guess, we should vote again, right?"

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

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

Number 3 is an Asian man with medium-length black hair. He is about 1.75 meters tall, with a medium figure, has a pretty face, and wears a hairband to tie his bangs into a back.

From beginning to end, the juror No. 3 remained silent and did not make any big moves. He just quietly observed the every move of everyone around him.

Until then, No. 2 asked him a question, and he responded: "Okay."

After responding to this, No. 3 got up slightly, pulled the phone on the table closer to him, and then picked up the receiver.

"Hey? Yes, I'm number three..."

After these first few phrases, he was silent for about a minute.

One minute later, No. 3 hung up the phone and said, "'He's said... After 'he's repeated consideration, it was not appropriate to vote for No. 10, because then it would not be possible to reach the 'thirteen members' agreement' he wanted... So, the first round of voting did not count, and this round would not be voted."

Speaking of this, No. 3 looked at No. 7: "'He'd like to ask Mr. No. 7 to help him and get No. 10 to participate again, and then everyone will continue."

As soon as this said, everyone looked at No. 7.

Two seconds later, Jurcer No. 11 smiled at No. 7 and said, "Heh... brother, are you the kind of person who can bring people back to life?"

"No, he is not." Unexpectedly, before No. 7 could reply, Jack said first, "His ability is much stronger than that."

Upon hearing this, No. 7 raised his head slightly, raised the brim of the cap, looked at Jack for two seconds, and then said to No. 3: "Since you want to ask me for help, why don't you ask me for it when No. 10 died, but have to wait until now?"

"What do you ask me..." No. 3 responded, "It's not my request."

"Did 'he' tell you what if I refuse?" No. 7 asked.

"That's what it said." No. 3 said, then looked at Jack beside him, but before he could repeat the words, Jack stole the topic himself.

"'He's said, if you refuse, let me kill you." Jack said to No. 7.

"It seems that you can hear clearly what the phone call just now..." No. 7 answered.

"I can hear all the three calls so far... I can hear them clearly." Jack answered.

"Then..." No. 7 said again, "Can you really kill me according to the meaning of 'him'?"

"What do you think?" Jack said coldly.

This is equivalent to giving a positive answer.

"Oh..." No. 7 sighed, "So... just the temptation of the shot just now, you already understand my ability."

"I just knew about it," Jack said, "but I think... 'he's very clear."

"Ha..." No. 7 smiled, "I understand now why 'he' has to wait for No. 2 to finish reading the record about you before making a request to me."

"It's good if you understand." As Jack spoke, he suddenly raised his gun and fired a shot at No. 7.

Bang--

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Juror No. 1's narrative ends.

He put down the i-pen in his hand, and the whole table fell into silence.

But the silence did not last long, and juror No. 10 suddenly spoke and said to No. 5: "Are you not going to say anything?"

"Are you talking to me?" No. 5..., that is, Che Wuchen, looked back without changing his face and asked back.

"Isn't this nonsense?" No. 10 said again, "As the person involved, do you have nothing to add to this matter...Agent Che?"

"Do you know me?" Che Wuchen answered the other party's questions again.

"Ha! Of course I know you." No. 10 smiled, "I basically know all the people in front of me, but you just don't know me."

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Just as No. 10 said this, with the sound of the chair legs dragging on the floor, No. 7, who was sitting at the end of the long table, stood up and immediately strided towards No. 10.

"What's the point of doing?" No. 10 saw that the other party walked to him and stopped, he looked up and asked.

He spoke very arrogantly, looking like he was owing a headshot.

"If you talk like this, you will die." No. 7 said.

No.10 was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then sneered: "Hmph...what does it mean? Threat me?"

"Whatever you think..." No. 7 looked calm, as if he was used to this situation of being misunderstood and questioned. "In short, from now on, please don't talk about the identity of anyone on this table. Even if you know anything, you will just rot in your stomach."

"What if I don't?" No. 10 shouted.

"Then I will pull you off the chair and hit you until you feel hurt if you promise not to beat you to death." No. 7 replied.

"Ha!" No. 10 slapped the table and jumped out of the chair, "Am I afraid of you?"

After he finished speaking, No. 7 was dragged to the ground and beaten up.

Two minutes later, No. 7 returned to his position.

No. 10, he crawled back to his seat with a bruised nose and swollen face... Because his cheeks were swollen, he could only chant at the table in ambiguous words: "Are you just watching this? Are you sympathetic? He is so big! I am so short!"

"It's a bit ruthless." No. 11 next to him couldn't help laughing, "Hey...but, aren't you still alive?"

That's it, but in fact, everyone understands... Even if he is beaten to death, the people in this table will not take it seriously.

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Just as the No. 10 rubbed his face with aggrieved look on his face, the phone rang.

What happened next was - No. 1 answered the phone and handed it over to No. 2. No. 2 explained the rules of voting, and everyone voted...

The first round of voting was still fruitless.

So, No. 2 took out the i-pen, entered the password, and prepared to start reading the document.

But this time... what he read was not about "Jack Anderson".
Chapter completed!