The narrative of the second is also over.

Similar to the text that No. 1 obtained, there is no psychological description in this text, but only a third-person perspective that states some objective events.

In the process of reciting number two, from time to time someone will look towards number four...... That is, Jack glanced at it, but no one said anything.

In less than ten minutes, No. 2 put down the I-PEN in his hand and looked up at everyone: "So...... I guess it's time for us to vote again, right? ”

Jingle Bell Bell Bell –

Before he could finish speaking, the phone on the desk rang again.

"Otherwise...... No. 2 didn't rush to pick it up, but looked at No. 3 beside him, "...... Do you pick up? ”

No. 3 is an Asian man with medium-long black hair, he is about 1.75 meters tall, medium build, has a rather delicate face, and wears a headband to tie his bangs into his back.

From beginning to end, the third juror remained silent and did not make much movement, just quietly observing the every move of everyone around him.

It wasn't until then that Number Two asked him a question, and he answered, "Okay." ”

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

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

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

A minute later, Number Three hung up the phone and said, "'He' said...... After 'he' thought twice, he put aside the matter of voting on the 10th...... Sure enough, it's still inappropriate; Because then he wouldn't be able to achieve the 'unanimous thirteen' he wanted...... Therefore, the first round of voting is not counted, and this round is not voted. ”

Speaking of this, Three looked at Seven, "'He' wants to ask Mr. Seven for a favor and get Ten back involved, and then everyone can continue." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone looked at Seven.

Two seconds later, juror eleven smiled at number seven, "Huh...... Brother, aren't you the kind of person who can bring the dead back to life? ”

"No, he's not." Unexpectedly, before Seven could reply, Jack said, "His ability is much stronger than that." ”

Hearing this, Seven raised his head slightly, raised the brim of his cap, looked at Jack for two seconds, and then said to Three: "Since you want me to help, why didn't you bring it up when Ten just died, but wait until now?" ”

"Why do you ask me......," replied Three, "and not what I asked." ”

"Did 'he' tell you what if I refused?" Seven asked.

"That's right." As he spoke, Number Three looked at Jack beside him, but before he could repeat the words, Jack snatched the conversation himself.

"'He' said, 'If you refuse, let me kill you.'" Jack said to Seven.

"Looks like you heard the phone call clearly......" Seven replied.

"Three phone calls so far...... I hear it all clearly. Jack continued.

"Well......" said Seven, "you're really going to do what 'him' means...... Come and kill me? ”

"What do you say?" Jack said coldly.

This is equivalent to giving a positive answer.

"Well......" Seven-sighed, "so to speak...... Just by the temptation of that shot, you already understand my ability. ”

"I just got a rough idea." "But I think ...... 'he' knows it very well." ”

"Heh......" Seven laughed, "I now understand why 'he' would wait for Number Two to finish reading the record about you before making a request to me." ”

"It's good to get it." As Jack spoke, he suddenly raised his gun again and fired a shot at Seven.

Bang –

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Juror No. 1's narrative is over.

He put down the I-PEN in his hand, and the whole table fell silent.

But the silence did not last long, and Juror Ten suddenly opened his mouth and said to Five, "Aren't you going to say something?" ”

"Are you talking to me?" Number Five...... That is, Che Wuchen, looked back at the past without changing his face, and asked rhetorically.

"Isn't this nonsense?" "As a client, don't you have anything to add to this matter...... Car detective? ”

"You know me?" Che Wuchen answered the other party's question with a question.

"Hah! Of course I know you. Number Ten smiled, "I basically know all the people at this table in front of me, but you don't know me." ”

Squeak –

Just as Ten said this, there was a sound of the legs of a chair dragging on the floor, and Seven, who was sitting at the end of the long table, stood up and immediately strode towards Ten.

"What do you do?" Seeing that the other party walked to his side and stopped, the tenth looked up and asked.

His attitude is still very arrogant, and he looks like he is under-headshot.

"You're talking like that again...... It's going to die. Seven said.

No. 10 was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then sneered: "Hmph...... What do you mean? Threaten me? ”

"Whatever you want...... Seven looked indifferent, as if he was used to being misunderstood and questioned, "Anyway, from now on, please don't talk about the identity of anyone at this table, even if you know anything, it's all rotten in your stomach." ”

"What if I don't?" Number Ten said.

"Then I'll pull you off the chair and beat you until you scream in pain, without beating you to death or knocking you unconscious." Seventh Round.

"Hah!" As soon as the tenth slapped the table, he jumped up from his chair, "I'm afraid of you?" ”

After he finished saying this, he was dragged to the ground by No. 7 and beaten fatly.

Two minutes later, Seven was back in his place.

And the tenth, too, crawled back to his seat with a bruised nose and swollen face...... Because his cheeks were swollen, he could only use slurred words and read to a table of people: "Are you just looking at it like that? There is no sympathy! He's so big! I'm so short! ”

"It's a bit ruthless." Eleven next to him couldn't help but laugh at this time, "Hey...... Aren't you still alive, though? ”

That being said, but in reality, everyone understands...... Even if he was killed, the people at this table wouldn't take it too seriously.

Jingle Bell Bell Bell –

Just as Ten rubbed his face aggrievedly, the phone rang.

What happened then was that Number One answered the phone, and then handed the phone to Number Two and Number Two to explain the rules of voting and the votes of the crowd......

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 was reading wasn't about "Jack Anderson."