Viscous blood dripped from the ceiling.
Plop.
A small splash of blood scattered on the desk.
Minamoto Tamako finally came to her senses, her stomach churned with a strong wave of nausea hitting her, and she instinctively covered her mouth, forcibly suppressing the physiological reflex to vomit.
She had seen bodies before, but never one this gruesome.
This was clearly torture killing!
The Aum Truth Sect has truly gone mad!
Then, Minamoto Tamako realized why Mr. Fu Jian had lied earlier:
—He fabricated a non-existent daughter to gain the sympathy of the one being eliminated to prevent being randomly chosen for execution himself.
Indeed, that's the sort of thing Mr. Fu Jian would do...
By this deduction, there were three survivors left, only two people could pair successfully, leaving the last one doomed to be eliminated...
Minamoto Tamako's gaze fell on the cat woman, who sat in a daze, motionless, perhaps scared stiff.
The broadcast from the ceiling spoke again:
