1182 Invisible Man

"Are you trying to say that you weren't the one who secretly placed the graphite in our backpacks?" The doctor pointed the gun at Zhang Heng.

"That's right," Zhang Heng said calmly.

"That's impossible," the doctor said firmly. "Everyone else's health is deteriorating rapidly. If you weren't the one who placed the graphite in our backpacks, then he would only be letting you off easy. This doesn't make any sense."

"That doesn't make any sense," Zhang Heng nodded.

Master Kui and the other players were surprised. They didn't expect Zhang Heng to admit it so readily. Zhang Heng continued, "Unless... the person who secretly put the graphite in your bag isn't a player."

"Not a player... What do you mean?" Mouse was confused.