The narrative of No. 2 ended again.

Of course, among the thirteen people present, except No. 7, no one knew that this was that No. 2 had stated a file.

At this moment, the statement about "Jack Anderson" was something that had never happened to them; and "Jack shot and killed No. 10", "Jack shot and shot No. 7", "Jack speculated on No. 7's ability", etc., those things that happened after the "retrospective point" only exist in No. 7's memory.

"Then..." Soon, No. 2 put down the I-PEN in his hand, looked up at everyone and said, "I guess, we should vote again, right?"

After he said this, no one took the initiative.

A few seconds later, No. 2 laughed dryly: "Ha... Why don't I change my question? Are there any people who want to give up voting in this round? If so, don't waste time. Just think of it as a voting failure."

"I'll give up." No. 1 next to him continued decisively, "If you fail, you can fail."

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?"

"Okay." No. 3 responded.

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

"Hey? Yes, I'm No. 3." After saying these words, No. 3 fell silent. Nearly a minute later, he hung up the phone, then took out his I-PEN from his shirt pocket, entered the password he had just learned from the phone to unlock it, and answered, "In view of the fact that the second vote still failed, the third file of this issue will be made next."

I thought he was about to start reading, but I didn't expect...

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

As soon as this was said, the whole table focused his attention on him.

"Don't look at me like this, it's all about 'his'..." When No. 3 said the word "he", he pointed to the phone on the table. "As for whom to be revealed, it's not my final say. 'he' has designated the person to be revealed in this round..." As he said, No. 3 turned his attention to juror No. 1, "It's No. 1..." He paused for a moment, saying, "No. 1, Yan Wushang, a federal wanted criminal, and the suspect in the kidnapping incident was called the 'postman'."

Some people have known the information he said for a long time, while others have just heard of it; but no matter what, in such an occasion, the identity was pointed out... It is always unfavorable for Number One.

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

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

He said it quickly, and as soon as Yan Wushang finished asking, the little boy jumped up in a chair, jumped to the table, and said to Yan Wushang with a innocent smile, "It's not a big deal..." He paused, and shouted along the long table and ran towards No. 1 position, "...I just want to ask you to die quickly..."

His words "公" came to an abrupt end without saying it.

Because just when he talked about the "death" he was passing by Jack and was grabbed by Jack with one hand.

The next second, the little boy fell face down, and with a "pop", he fell a standard dog chewing mud.

Two seconds later, he turned his head in Jack's direction and asked indifferently, "Uncle, what do you mean?"

Jack slowly let go of the other person's ankle, took out a snow-white handkerchief from his top pocket and handed it over: "I advise you... to go back to the seat."

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

"What are you doing?" The little boy was a little dissatisfied, "Don't look down on me?"

"Little brother, it will be more convincing to wipe off your nose blood first and then ask this question." Number Two smiled playfully at this time and interrupted.

"Tsk~" The little boy took the handkerchief from Jack's hand indifferently, wiped off the bleeding from his face, maintained a calm expression, and stood up again, "You adults only judge people by their appearance."

"I advise you to sit down, too." Number seven, who was on the other end of the table, finally couldn't help it. "If someone dies before the farce is over... it will be difficult for me to do."

"Well... Then I'll advise you too." Two seconds later, even Yan Wushang spoke, "No matter why you killed me, in principle... I don't kill children; so, if you have any grudges with me, wait for the matter in front of you to settle, and we will solve it privately... I promise not to escape."

"Hmph!" Hearing this, the little boy glared at him fiercely, snorted, and then... finally returned to his seat in disappointment.

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

"Brother... this is not a matter of body shape." No. 11 next to him immediately cast a mocking look at him.

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

"I warn you not to ask for a fight again!" No. 7 also threatened him again in an impatient tone.

"Okay... I won't say anything, okay." No. 10 curled his lips and stopped talking, but his light immediately turned to No. 9 next to him and said in his heart, "Ha... a bunch of big fools, this little devil is right at all, you will only judge people by their appearance... If you think this kid is just an ordinary elementary school student, you will have something to suffer at that time."

"Everyone..." No. 3 waited for a while, and saw that the situation had basically subsided, before he spoke again, "If you don't have any matters to be handled urgently for the time being... then I'll start?"

"Hehe... read it, read it." No. 2 said in a long voice at this time, "It depends on what this means... When you finish reading it, my identity will be revealed, and there will be a good show when the time comes."

Although No. 2's words are a bit intriguing, no one pays attention to him at this moment.

Because... none of the other eleven people knew the identity of No. 2.
Chapter completed!