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Qin Ming's eyes trembled violently for a moment, his voice low and urgent: "So that's it, no wonder the wound on the arm is facing down..."

His gaze slowly swept over the remaining photos of the corpse, his brow furrowed tightly, as if he had finally seen through a deliberately concealed truth: "Only the arm is like this, as if trying to cover the wound, facing down against the ground."

He paused, his Adam's apple bobbing slightly, and continued, "In other words, Mom couldn't bend her fingers, so she could only move her arm, forcing her arm towards the ground, forcibly bending her fingers into that posture..."

As his voice fell, the air seemed to freeze instantly.

Tang Yin's eyes were as deep as an abyss, quietly watching Qin Ming, his voice steady without a trace of fluctuation: "...Do you really think that's possible? That level of wound would be enough to make the entire arm unable to move."

Qin Ming's lips trembled slightly, as if wanting to refute, but in the end, he didn't say anything.

"...That..."

After a brief silence, Tang Yin sighed softly and waved his hand: "Forget it, this can also be considered a probability problem, let's just say it's fifty-fifty for now."

He spoke lightly, but everyone present could hear the certainty in his tone.

Tang Yin looked around at everyone and slowly said, "So far, three unnatural things have been discovered—"

His gaze sharply swept over each person: "Fingers are unscathed, fingers are bent, the secret message wasn't eavesdropped on."

He paused, his eyes slightly narrowed, like a sharp blade cutting through the dull air: "And there is one more thing that is obviously very strange."

Everyone's heartbeats couldn't help but quicken.

Tang Yin's gaze fell on the wooden platform where the corpse was placed, his tone slow and steady: "There is also a wound on the corpse's neck, although the wound is very deep, it hasn't reached the point where the bone is visible."

He lowered his head, as if recalling the details of the corpse, his voice low: "Only a thick tube can be seen in the cross-section of the wound."

He raised his head, turning his gaze to Qian Jin, his tone unquestionable: "Qian Jin, what is the first thick tube you see after cutting open the throat?"

Qian Jin's expression changed slightly, he was silent for a moment before slowly opening his mouth: "...Trachea..."

Tang Yin narrowed his eyes, his lips slightly pursed: "In other words, Qin Yi took the paper ball out of the trachea."

He paused, his gaze sharp as a knife, his tone suddenly stern: "The trachea is the passage for breathing, right?"

The air seemed to freeze instantly.

"If the trachea is blocked, suffocation will occur immediately." Tang Yin's voice slowly echoed in the silent room, "In other words, Madam Chen Xiang couldn't possibly hold the paper ball in her trachea."

Qian Jin's expression became solemn, he nodded, adding: "That's right. Moreover, the human body has a cough reflex mechanism. Generally, when swallowing something, food will enter the esophagus behind the trachea and eventually fall into the stomach."

Tang Yin's eyes became even deeper, he slowly looked around at everyone, his voice low: "Moreover, Madam Chen Xiang, like Xiao Mei, also vomited a lot of blood."

He paused, his gaze slowly turning to Qin Ming, his tone certain: "If I'm not mistaken, the paper ball and blood were vomited out by Madam Chen Xiang when she was murdered, and then the wolf found it."

Everyone's expressions changed slightly, and an unspeakable sense of heaviness filled the air.

Tang Yin's lips were slightly pursed, his voice as low as if it was squeezed out from the depths of his throat: "The note is indeed real, but it was stuffed into her throat later."

His gaze coldly swept over everyone, finally landing on someone, his tone slow and sharp: "This was done by—a wolf without anatomical knowledge."

Qin Ming's throat tightened slightly, as if he had finally pieced together a terrifying picture, his voice low and hesitant: "...T-Then, in that case..."

Tang Yin nodded lightly, his gaze calm as a knife's edge: "That's right, the real reason why there are no wounds on the hands is—the wolf wanted to leave behind misleading death information for us."

He slowly looked around at everyone, his eyes deep and sharp: "The reason why the wound on the arm is facing down is because the wolf fixed her finger posture through the ground after Madam Chen Xiang died."

The air seemed to freeze in an instant.

"In addition, there is another possibility." Tang Yin's voice was as steady as ever, but with a hint of imperceptible sharpness, "Maybe the wolf had overheard her secret conversation about swallowing the note beforehand, so he paid special attention to searching the scene."

He paused, his eyes slightly narrowed, a hint of coldness in his tone: "These wolves have an extremely strong obsession with destroying corpses."

Everyone held their breath.

"The whole body of the corpse was completely destroyed, as if to prevent the deceased from leaving death information..." Tang Yin said slowly, his voice as low as if it came from hell.

He raised his head, his gaze sharply sweeping over everyone, his tone unquestionable: "I think the wolf is an extremely cautious, extremely cunning person."

He paused, turning his gaze to Gao Zhijie: "Uncle Gao, have there been cases of the deceased leaving death information in previous banquets?"

Gao Zhijie's expression changed slightly, he was silent for a moment, and finally spoke in a low voice: "Every elder has said so—the deceased's last words are all lies fabricated by the Yellow Spring Wolf."

Tang Yin nodded slightly, sighing softly: "The deceased cannot leave death information... Madam Chen Xiang has proven this, and her contribution is immeasurable."

Qin Ming closed his eyes, his fists quietly clenched, after a moment, he opened his eyes, a trace of complex emotion in his eyes: "...I understand."

His gaze firmly landed on Tang Yin, his tone low and solemn: "I accept your opinion, combining it with the new knowledge you've mentioned, this matter is indeed very suspicious."

He took a deep breath, his tone suddenly becoming sharp: "So, who exactly is the wolf? And what was Xiao Liang's slip of the tongue just now all about?"

Tang Yin slowly curved his lips, his eyes so sharp that they seemed to be able to see through people's hearts: "The correct answer is already obvious."

He slightly tilted his head, his gaze landing on Hua Lu, his voice calm but with a hint of unquestionable meaning: "Hua Lu, what did you just say?"

Hua Lu's body stiffened slightly, the color on her face faded for a moment, as if she realized something, her lips trembling slightly: "...I just...?"

Her voice was a little trembling, recalling her previous speech: "...Since Qin Yi is human, and Xiao Mei and I are also human..."

Her voice gradually became weaker, as if an invisible hand had grabbed her throat.

"The remaining ones, Tong Xiao Liang...and Wang Lina..."

The air suddenly froze.

Everyone's gaze, almost subconsciously, turned to Wang Lina.

The woman who, until now, had hardly been suspected.

Wang Lina's body shook violently, her face turning as pale as paper in an instant, her lips trembling slightly: "...N-No way...?"

Her eyes flickered, like a cornered prey, her voice also revealing a trace of panic: "That, uh, although I don't want to think that way..."

She took a deep breath, trying to steady her breathing, and said with forced calmness: "But Hua Lu's identity hasn't been completely confirmed, right? So, we can't rule out her possibility, can we?"

Tang Yin's eyes were as deep as an abyss, slowly landing on Hua Lu, his tone calm, but with a hint of unquestionable certainty.

"Hua Lu, you actually didn't accept the Spider's blessing, did you?"

As this sentence suddenly fell, everyone's nerves seemed to be suddenly strained, the air freezing instantly.

Hua Lu was slightly stunned, then nodded, her expression frank: "Yeah."

A single word, but like a heavy bomb, slammed into everyone's minds.

Zhao Gang's brow furrowed sharply, and the others also showed incredible expressions.

Tang Yin's gaze sank slightly, continuing to ask: "Who is the real Spider?"

Hua Lu took a deep breath and slowly said: "Xiao Mei."

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Everyone gasped, turning their shocked gazes to the little girl who had always been protected in the center of the team.

Xiao Mei tilted her head, seemingly not understanding what was happening, but her eyes were still clear and fearless.

Hua Lu's tone was calm, but with a hint of forbearance and responsibility: "Xiao Mei can't read yet. To avoid her affecting the overall situation, I told her in advance to entrust the power of the blessing to me for safekeeping."

Her gaze landed on Xiao Mei, nodding lightly.

Xiao Mei blinked, as if confirming that she could speak, and then said confidently: "I've memorized all the marks!"

She waved her small fist, her tone as serious as a child: "If I were the Spider, I would convey the code to Sister Hua Lu, and say that my foot hurts!"

Zhao Gang rubbed his brow, sighing: "So that's how it is... But, as the Spider, Xiao Mei has to decide on the target of the blessing, right? How would she write the other person's name on the paper?"

Hua Lu calmly looked at him, her voice soft but firm: "...I wrote it. I would give it to her when I helped her change clothes."

Tang Yin's eyes flashed slightly, the corners of his mouth curving into a thoughtful arc: "...Maybe, this is the real loophole in the Yellow Spring Taboo Banquet."

He raised his eyes to look around at everyone, his tone steady and deep: "If you convert the information itself into a code in advance... it's not against the rules."

Qin Ming's eyes suddenly condensed, the corners of his mouth slightly raised: "Indeed. Even if the wolf heard it, there's no way to decipher it. And, no one would have thought that such a young child would challenge the rules..."

Tang Yin nodded lightly, his tone calm but with a hint of approval: "In short, Hua Lu is indeed not the Spider. However, as the Spider's spokesperson, she did protect Uncle Gao once."

He slowly looked around at everyone, continuing: "On the first day of voting, she asked me not to vote for Xiao Mei, but to vote for herself. I inferred her intention from this."

He paused, his gaze landing on Hua Lu, his tone certain: "She should have wanted to become Xiao Mei's shield, right? If something went wrong, she would report herself as the Spider, so that the real blessed one could live on."

Hua Lu gently lowered her eyes, silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: "...Yeah. If that were the case, I would kill her and bear the pollution myself."

Her voice was very soft, but like a muffled thunder, it shook everyone's hearts fiercely.

Tang Yin's eyes sank slightly, slowly turning his head, looking at the two people left in the field, his tone calm with a hint of invisible pressure.

"Now, Xiao Liang and Lina. Can you refute me and prove that you are not the wolf?"

Tong Xiao Liang frowned, the smile on the corner of his mouth slightly restrained, his gaze flowing between the crowd, seemingly weighing something. After a moment, he finally spoke slowly, his tone with a hint of incomprehension: "If that's the case, why am I also a wolf in Aunt Chen Xiang's false information?"

The air froze for a moment, everyone's gaze focused on Tang Yin.

Tang Yin's expression remained unchanged, still as calm as a polished stone: "Because you are the bait."

Tong Xiao Liang's eyes were slightly stagnant, then he blinked, the corners of his mouth re-raising a faint smile, as if he was pondering something.

Tang Yin didn't give him more time to think, and continued: "How do you think Xiao Liang poisoned me?"

Qian Jin's brow was tightly locked, his eyes revealing deep doubt: "...Indeed, it's because there's no way to explain this that Madam Chen Xiang was suspected..."

His voice gradually lowered, as if he was thinking about something, suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly, as if he realized something, and suddenly raised his head: "After all, besides her, no one can poison you... um...? Wait..."

Qin Ming's expression also changed slightly, his eyes suddenly condensed, as if he had pieced together all the clues in an instant: "...Ah, so that's how it is."

The corner of his mouth hooked into a barely perceptible sneer, his voice low and slow: "It doesn't matter who gets poisoned."

Tang Yin nodded slightly, his eyes deep: "You're right. The target of the poisoning isn't me, it doesn't matter who is poisoned to death."

Zhao Gang's face instantly turned ugly, his brows tightly locked, his voice low and urgent: "Wait, what do you mean? Isn't it because you are the snake that you were poisoned?!"

Tang Yin sighed softly, his tone so calm that it was almost chilling: "That's really a misunderstanding, I just happened to get that poisoned bowl."

He paused, his gaze slowly sweeping over everyone, and continued: "He should have found the opportunity yesterday to put poison in the bowl."

"Maybe he dripped a drop of poison in the topmost bowl, if it's just this level of small action, then there are opportunities at any time."

The candlelight flickered slightly, reflecting the uncertain expressions on everyone's faces.

"While eating, the wolf only needs to pretend to be chatting idly without moving his chopsticks, while watching the situation."

"After someone other than himself is poisoned, take the opportunity to eat a few bites."

"The scene at that time will definitely be very chaotic, so it will be impossible to prove that someone didn't eat before I was poisoned, right?"

Tang Yin's voice was low and slow, as if it came from the depths of darkness: "If no one is poisoned, it means the poisoned bowl is in his own hands. At that time, just find any excuse not to eat."

The air was heavy and suffocating, and everyone's heart seemed to be tightly gripped by an invisible hand.

Everyone's gaze once again focused on Tong Xiao Liang.