"Oh? How did you see it?" Lance asked knowingly, but he still looked mysterious on the surface, which was elusive.

"As of now..." Suzu replied in an orderly manner, "Your predictions about what has not happened have basically come true, and it has also played a driving role in the progress of the agenda several times. Although your behaviors are either concealed by a joke or implemented in the form of indirect striking... But in the eyes of me, a gambler, this level of tricks cannot cover up the essence at all.

"In fact, in this 'judgment', every word that each of you said, and the reactions of everyone else around you when you speak... From expressions, micro-expressions, to language, body language, and even habitual small movements, I have observed and recorded all the details of these.

"Even if I mentioned just now, the two abnormalities about you can be explained as...You have outstanding reasoning skills and strong ability to 'set the rhythm'; then there is another key point, that is, 'every time you say sounds like trash words, but in fact, all the meaningful words actually point to a certain fact', how should you explain this?"

He paused for a few seconds, glanced at the table again, and then stopped his eyes on Lance's face again: "Yes, when you said 'I'm very optimistic about me', I learned from your sinister expression and tone that 'You have seen through my lies about the gambling game', but because everyone hadn't spoken at that time, I didn't pay further attention to you, and could only pretend not to understand, so as not to make a mistake if you talk too much."

"Yes." Lance nodded, still with a calm and sinister smile, "Then you have made this clear now, and you must use this to explain a certain point of view."

"Yes." Suzu continued, "After all, the goal of the bet I am taking now is not to 'find the sponsor's accomplice', but to find 'undercover sent by a certain organization'; what I just said is mainly to increase the credibility of what I am going to say next..."

Finally, he turned his face to the Sui Bian, who was disguised as Yan Wushang.

"Based on some of the words No. 2 said to you just now, and my observation of you in the past hour since you walked into this room to the present..." Suka said in a decisive tone, "I am 90% sure that you are an undercover agent. Moreover, you are also a person with a stunning ability, so you can infer that... you are most likely not the real 'Yan Wushang'."

When the words were finished, the room was silent.

The jurors with different ulterior motives now focused their attention on Sui Bian.

"You've talked about this..." At this point, Sui Bian was not panicked. He looked at Sui calmly and responded, "If I simply deny it, I would look a little pale and powerless, but I really can't say so much like you..." He paused, "So, in my opinion... let's talk with the result; if you win the bet, then the 'he' on the phone will appear in person to give you an explanation, right? Then let's wait and wait until 'he' comes, and if 'he' doesn't come... it proves that you lost and prove that your inference is wrong."

This is a typical delaying strategy, and indeed... it is also the most correct way to do it at this stage.

Sui Bian’s idea was: as long as the "he" didn’t show up for a second, he could delay "one second". Even if "he" really showed up, after all, most of the people in this room were still neutral. They were not members of the cross, and there was no reason to help "him", so he had a chance to take his life by raiding.

"It's certainly a good idea to delay time..." At this time, juror No. 8 suddenly spoke, "But unfortunately, the 'he' you mentioned has already sat here."

While he was speaking, he also held his cell phone and lowered his head to send a message.

Almost the same second when his voice sounded, everyone else present, except for the dark water, felt a sudden change. A second later, the same question suddenly appeared in their hearts when did this guy sit there?

"It's you!" After a few seconds, Che Wuchen recognized No. 8 directly.

"Yes, it's me." At this time, No. 8, that is... Zilin, just answered leisurely, "If you want to ask... why you didn't realize that No. 8 was me, then I can tell you... Before entering this room, I had a abilities person exerted some kind of "elimination" ability on me." As he said that, he picked up the phone in his hand and shook it gently, "It was not until more than ten seconds ago that I sent a message to her to remove her ability, that you noticed my existence."

"Ha... Is there any such method besides memory adjustment..." The doctor sneered.

Zilin didn't answer the doctor's words, but just said to himself: "By the way, there are clues about the identity of the ability person and the effects of superpowers in the document that Agent Che read not long ago... But can you interpret it, or how many you can interpret it...it is different from person to person."

"Slow down..." At this time, Sui Bian looked at Zi Lin and said seriously, "Brother, I don't care how you eliminated your own sense of existence before. I just want to ask, is your meaning now...you are the 'he' who has been giving us instructions in the dark?"

"Yes." Zilin replied in a natural tone.

"Ha! Joke." Sui Bian didn't believe it, "How did you call in this room at the same time..."

"That's a phone recording." Zilin interrupted before the other party finished asking, "I have recorded several recordings in advance. I directly use the mobile phone in my hand to call the phone on the desk, and then press the button to play. Of course... I won't make any sound on my own phone..."

"Absurd, can't we see if you call us..." Sui Bian was about to further deny the other party, but he realized something halfway through his words and swallowed the second half of the sentence back.

"Ha... did you think of it?" Zilin leaned on the back of the chair, "Yes, I have been playing with my phone for more than an hour, but under the influence of superpowers, you completely ignored what I was doing. Even if I squatted on the chair and dug my nose for an hour, you wouldn't take it seriously." He turned his head and looked at the people around him. "Besides, you should know that before entering this room, your personal belongings had been 'cleaned'. Except for the i-pen I gave you, all other electronic products have been taken away... And the fact that I held the 'mobile' in my hand was already an abnormality."

"Hmph..." Sui Bian frowned and whispered, "Even if the mobile phone can be explained by the ability to 'eliminate the presence', but if you 'use the pre-recorded telephone recording to control the scene', aren't you afraid of something going wrong?"

"There is that possibility." Zilin replied, "But from the actual process... that didn't happen, right?" He said, slowly stood up from his seat and set his sight on Sui Bian. "Because... you, the 'first person to answer the phone', have to cooperate with me very much."

Zilin walked along the wall and began to walk around the table, and said in a gentle tone: "When you were the first to pick up the phone receiver and hear the recording I recorded in advance, you did not act any resistance or radically. You just chose to listen to the recording silently... neither interrupted me nor raised any doubts.

"As for the second number who answered the phone after you, there is no need to say, he is in the same group as me; when the second call comes, you hear the saying "let the second number answer the phone", you give him the phone without hesitation, and he... naturally he will not refuse, nor will he delay or interrupt my recording...

"In this way, the process between the two of you has become a fixed 'mode', affecting all the people who answer the phone in the future.

"Anyway, in the final analysis... it was because you, the 'undercover', who felt guilty and did not dare to do anything randomly, which made our play go so smoothly."

At this point, Zilin had already walked behind Sui Bian and held the other party's back with both hands.

At this moment, although Sui Bian's face still had a calm expression on his face, his back had been soaked with cold sweat; adrenaline was running in his blood vessels, and he was ready to take action to win the opponent's life at any moment.

But Zilin looked unprepared.

He leaned over slowly, poked his head to Sui Bian's head with a ladylike elegant movement, and whispered in his ear: "Staff Officer Sui, did you feel that your body was a little strange before you entered the door?"

When he heard the three words "Sui Staff Officer", Sui Bian knew that his identity had been completely exposed... Even the other party knew the position he held under Chang Zun's command clearly.

Within a breath, a chill rose from his heart, causing his hair to stand up and his scalp to become numb.

"What did you... do to me?" Sui Bian is no longer concerned about the task, but his own safety.

It is false to say that he is not afraid of death, but Sui Bian's attitude when facing death should be more calm than most ordinary people; but... what he is facing now is probably not simply death, but something more terrifying than "death".

"Why do you think that 'I' did to you?" Zilin stood up straight, left seat No. 1, and walked for two steps. "Is the person who tore you apart in the last time clearly number Nine?"

"'Last time'?" Sui Bian did not fully understand the meaning of this sentence.

"What are you talking about? Why don't I remember having attacked him?" Fang Xiangqi also looked puzzled.

Unexpectedly, the next second, an unexpected person took over the conversation.

"Because you did not fight him in the 'this time' trial," Jack continued with his almost cold expression.

"Ha?" Before he finished speaking, Li Xiaofan heard some clues, and he immediately said to Jack, "This is not right..." He glanced at Uncle Xue, "Didn't No. 7 say that he only went back to the time once, and the difference between that time and this time is only that No. 10 was killed by you on that time line?"

"So, No. 7 is lying?" Meng Jiehan also asked as he followed this.

"No, he didn't lie," Jack replied, "it's just that he 'don't remember'."

At this moment, Uncle Xue's expression also became confused and solemn. He looked at Jack and said, "What do you know?"

"I don't know much more information than you, but..." Jack said, taking out his i-pen and opening the document he had read before. "You didn't see or hear this passage, which reminded me of some possibilities."

The passage he said was exactly [Mr. Anderson, you may find something while you are narrating the following document, but please do not stop narrating and attack other jurors; at the moment you have the intention to attack, please first think about whether your behavior is meaningful and the sentence "Is it too late now?", and I think you will calm down].

"I have been thinking about the meaning of this passage while reading the document." Jack amplified the information and showed it to everyone, and continued, "Obviously, the person I would attack in this passage may only be Yan Wushang, Uncle Xue or Fang Xiangqi, because only three of them were mentioned in the incident described in this passage, and no other people present were mentioned clearly." He paused for a moment and said, "So...who will I attack?

"At least at the time, Yan Wushang could definitely be ruled out. I had no interaction with him, and his ability would not pose any threat to me.

"Fang Xiangqi's words... I have to be careful of his rampage, but before reading the document, I had already tripped him and bleeded his nose. If he didn't rampage, it means that his restraint is still very strong. Activating a real attack on him will make him rampage.

"Then... the only possibility left is Uncle Xue.

"His time-retrogressive ability is indeed very tricky, and it has a certain restraining relationship with my ability, but this is not the reason for me to take action against him; the reason that has a decisive meaning is hidden in the second half of the message, and the sentence "Is it too late now?" is a hidden reminder...

"I gradually thought of... Perhaps, the trial I am experiencing has also been retrospectively several times.

"In that case, killing Uncle Xue will undoubtedly be a shortcut to stop more 'reincarnation'."

When he said this, everyone basically understood the logical relationship.

"But you didn't kill me after all." Uncle Xue looked at Jack and said.

"Yes." Jack responded, "It's actually not that I don't want to kill, I just wonder if I can kill it... So, after I finished reading the document, I asked you, 'Have I tried to kill you before', and the result... Although the motive is different from this time, I have tried it and failed, which corresponds to the sentence 'Please consider whether your behavior makes sense first'."

Jack said, taking out a pack of cigarettes from his top pocket, holding one, lit a fire, and took a sip and said, "Furo, then, you told us that this is the 'first trial' you have experienced, and you only conducted a 'short retracement', with the purpose of saving No. 10's life... In my judgment, you did not lie at that time, but... Sometimes, even if the person involved thought he was telling the truth, what he said might not be the fact..."

"I understand." Uncle Xue continued, "Now, what No. 8 said and No. 10's inference about 'memory adjustment' have made you sure... 'retrace' is definitely more than once, but I, the user of my backtrace ability, only remember 'once once'."

Slap

After Uncle Xue finished speaking, Lance immediately applauded the two of them.

"I am a time-based person. When thinking about this layout, my thinking is faster than others." Lance clapped his hands and smiled, "hat? Don't look at me with that look... Like you, I am also involved in the premise that my memories have been repeatedly cleared and repeatedly traced... At this moment, there is only one person in this room whose memories will not be adjusted or affected by traced..."

Although Lance did not clearly point out that the man was Zilin, his eyes that seemed to have turned into arrows had already betrayed his companions.

"So..." At this moment, Solid suddenly spoke and asked a very pragmatic question, "Judge No. 8... can you tell us, what trial is this?"

"It's the sixth time." Zilin replied, "The previous five times ended in fighting or retrospective. The details are more tragic. I won't describe them one by one... Fortunately, the 'space' we are in cannot be separated by retrospective ability. Otherwise, every time Uncle Xue escapes with his ability, we have to find and adjust his memory..." He walked slowly at the edge of the room, that is, behind the jurors, and said as he walked, "Other processes are not troublesome. It is easy to recycle and reorganize the corpse in this space, just like picking up the building blocks that have fallen apart... After finishing, adjust the memory and start a new trial.

"Just as I said at the beginning... we are here today to 'reach a consensus' on something; and before that, no one can leave, even if they die."

When he finished this period, he happened to go back to Sui Bian.

This time, he leaned down to the table mischievously, looked at Sui and changed his mind: "To sum up, Staff Sui, you should have realized that... At this moment, it's not just an hour before midnight... In fact, it's almost dawn now." He stood up again, put his hands in a bag, and continued in a relaxed tone, "Your accomplices will not come, they had already retreated at around 1 a.m. I can understand your delayed time, but I still have to say...sorry to you."

Sui Bian's psychological defense finally collapsed completely, and his last glimmer of hope was extinguished, and his desire to resist... had dissipated a few minutes ago.

"What do you want?" Sui Bian asked this question with an exhale in a state of exhaustion.

"Aren't you called an 'imitator'?" Zilin's voice suddenly became cold. "Since you sat in this position today for my guest, then take your awareness... and play your role to the end."

When Sui Bian heard this, hesitated for a few seconds with his brows on his face, and then placed his trembling right hand on the table.

"guilty."

This is his answer.

It is both a kind of surrender and the truth he has realized in these few seconds.

"I'm guilty, too." After a moment, Suo also put his hand up, raised his head, looked at Zi Lin who was behind him and said, "Don't ask me why, the gambler doesn't answer such questions."

"Ha... it's okay, I didn't plan to ask." Zilin smiled and continued, "Because..." As he spoke, he took another step, and his eyes made a brief contact with everyone present one by one, "...Each of us is guilty."

“The faith we humans follow, the institutions we establish, the history we write…everything is filled with sin.

"You are gathered under the Contra-Cross today. The first thing you need to recognize is this...

“After all, that’s the basis of everything.

"Of course, I can see that not everyone understands the meaning of their choice of guilt; even those who think they understand may have a very distinct understanding.

"But it doesn't matter... As long as you commit guilt, you are all right.

"Walking on this right path, you will eventually find the truth that belongs to you sooner or later."

After saying this, he happened to walk behind Jack. The latter did not look back, but just raised his hand gently and stopped him.

"You are saying...you want to be the leader of everyone here?" Jack asked in a deep voice.

"It's not that I want to be a 'want to be'..." Zilin patted Jack on the shoulder and leaned over and whispered, "Even if I don't want to... I'm already."

"Brother, I don't even know you." Suo had crossed his legs and changed his seating position in a very civilian manner. "At least you can sign up for me first."
Chapter completed!