So it was a demonstration of power… Igura understood in his heart that Annan’s words were almost saying, “I know you all want to grab it, but no matter what plans you have, I will be the ultimate winner.”

Compared to empty threats, this kind of confidence that seemed to have everything under control was more likely to be awe-inspiring.

“But in this case, if everyone guesses correctly, the points will be the same, and it’s not interesting.” Annan thought for a moment. “And if everyone asks their own questions, there might be some special questions that are embarrassing to ask… I’ve got it!”

She took out a stack of note paper from the drawer next to her. “This is the ‘Mind Writing Note Paper,’ which can automatically write down what people are thinking, and it’s in standard font size 4. In other words, it’s impossible to identify the handwriting, like an anonymous note.”

She then took out a black box. “Each person writes a question, then throws it into this box. We’ll draw three out to ask, so no one will know who asked the question. With so many security measures, you can ask your own curious questions freely, right?”

Looking at all these complete props, Igura knew that Annan had definitely prepared them in advance. Maybe she was waiting for them to get angry and make demands, and then she would suggest playing this game… But why this game?

What purpose could Annan achieve with this game?

When Igura got the note paper, he suddenly realized the interesting part of this game.

It was known that everyone had to answer honestly.

And the questions were random, and no one knew who the questioner was.

In other words, even though Igura could ask, “Are you planning to murder Igura, Asho, Archiebald, and Lis?” to find out if Annan had a plan to eliminate them after the festival. And he was just one of them, and wouldn’t be targeted by Annan because of it!

No… It was a rare opportunity, and it was a waste to just ask Annan. After all, the others were also in a state of having to answer honestly, and he could come up with a brilliant question to get everyone’s true feelings—

Igura was taken aback.

He finally understood Annan’s intention.

This was a despicable and shameless plot, but even Igura, who realized its cleverness, had to jump in.

No wonder the game was called “Guessing the Truth,” the focus was not on ‘truth’ at all, but on ‘guessing’!

When you try to explore the darkness of human nature, you will always get the answers you want. Human nature cannot withstand tests, and the truth cannot be guessed!

“Pancake, do you have a small mirror?” Lis suddenly asked. “I want to see if Aunt Bokin has done my braid beautifully.”

“Of course, Miss Lis.” Pancake casually took out a small mirror, and no one knew where he got it from.

Clap.

After everyone put their notes into the box, Annan clapped lightly. “Now that the questions are all collected… Mr. Bokin, please host the next Q&A and guessing session. After all, the box and note paper were brought out by me. If I continue to host, you might suspect that I set up something.”

Igura couldn’t refuse such a reasonable request. He drew out a piece of paper from the black box, and his pupils slightly dilated.

“Question.”

“If given the chance, would you murder the other five people present in order to obtain the wish of the God Lord?”

“Oh,” Annan smiled. “What a stimulating question.”

Everyone put coins under their handkerchiefs, then entered the guessing session. Annan spoke first, “I think the number of people who will answer ‘yes’ is 0.”

“I have a different view,” Harvey pressed down a silver coin. “I think it’s 1.”

“I also think it’s 1,” Igura followed.

Asho spread out his hands. “I’m different from you guys, I choose 0.”

Pancake also chose 0, and only Lis pressed 2 silver coins. Everyone was slightly surprised, but soon understood—perhaps in Lis’s eyes, both Annan and Pancake were the bad guys controlling her, so naturally she would think that both of them would murder others.

But that was impossible, at least Pancake wouldn’t do that—because the option of ‘murdering the other five people’ included murdering Annan.

Although Asho and the others didn’t know how long Pancake had been living with Annan, Pancake was over sixty years old, and for him, Annan was almost like his daughter, plus he had no offspring of his own, how could he possibly murder Annan, the only relative in his life?

But it was different the other way around, if Annan was greedy enough, she might be willing to murder Pancake for her desires.

This was why Igura chose to bet on 1 person, because the person most likely to answer “yes” was Annan.

However, when the handkerchief was lifted, everyone was stunned.

4 “no’s,” 2 “yes’s.”

Among the six of them, two people were ready to murder others without hesitation for the wish of the God Lord!

Igura looked around, first, he himself was a “no,” and Lis was definitely a “no,” and Pancake was most likely a “no.”

In other words, the person who chose “yes” could only be between Annan, Asho, and Harvey!

Even if Annan took one position, there must be one of Asho and Harvey who was already prepared to be the butcher!

Harvey didn’t need to be mentioned, after he escaped from the Broken Lake Prison, he had already embarked on destruction, and Igura felt that his escape was just choosing the most miserable way to die for himself; as for Asho, although Igura believed he couldn’t be that kind of person, whether it was the faint sympathy Asho showed for Lis, or Asho’s past actions, all proved that he had not yet lost his humanity.

But, what if it was all a disguise?

And even if it was true before, could it prove that he didn’t have any darkness in his heart at this moment?

He could show compassion for a little girl, could get angry at himself for Ronald’s sake, could attack Eterna for not hurting himself… but he could also have murderous intentions for the wish of the God Lord.

The third rule of the fraudster, everything in this world has a price for betrayal, only if the price is high enough, even the sun can be betrayed.Facing the colossal and incalculable benefits of the deity’s wish, any decision Asho made was entirely reasonable. Even if he was genuinely kind-hearted, it didn’t prevent him from being cruel on occasion.

Moreover, Annan might not necessarily be another “yes.” Compared to these former death row inmates, Annan had always been a law-abiding gray area worker, which was evident from her making the list—illegal activities significantly reduced the weight of one’s candidacy.

Annan probably hadn’t even killed a few people. Could someone like her, whose hands were not stained with much blood, truly resolve to murder Pancake, who had followed her for many years, and the innocent little girl, Lis?

Was it a choice between Asho and Harvey… or a choice of both?

On the other hand, Asho had a similar thought.

There could be at most one “yes” between Pancake and Annan. If he was a “no,” and Lis was a “no,” that meant there was another “yes” between Igura and Harvey.

Among them, there was a murderer willing to kill everything to seize the deity’s wish.

When Asho looked up, he happened to catch Igura watching him.

This was the terror of guessing true intentions.

You guess the sincerity of others, and they guess your thoughts. When the seeds of doubt fall into the darkest places, they sprout in the next quarrel, thrive in the following conflict, and eventually, the tree is ignited by rage into a torch, painting the darkness of the soul with a blood-like color.

“This is troublesome,” Asho sighed. “Lis, I didn’t expect there to be two bad guys here…”

He pretended to talk to Lis to avoid Igura’s gaze, but Lis gave him a cold look, devoid of the affection she had shown just moments before.

She looked at him as if he were a weed, her eyes devoid of innocence, even carrying a cold cruelty.

Asho was taken aback, thinking to himself, has she reached her rebellious phase so quickly?

“Only Lis guessed correctly, Lis gets 1 point, everyone else is still at 0 points,” Annan said, seemingly unconcerned about the previous issue. “Let’s move on to the next question.”

Even though the sun was shining brightly outside, the atmosphere in the living room had become somewhat oppressive. Igura sighed inwardly; the first question had already sown the seeds of suspicion in everyone’s hearts, and it was frightening to imagine what the second question might bring.

He pulled the second slip of paper from the black box, raised an eyebrow, and then charged at Asho, grappling with him.

“Asho!”

“How do you know it was me who wrote it?!”

“Who else would be so bored?”

Harvey picked up the slip of paper Igura had dropped and couldn’t help but snort with laughter:

“Haha, the question is…”

“Do you think Igura should wear pretty girls’ clothes?”