After the darkest time before dawn, a little white fish belly appeared on the horizon.
Nothing shocking happened last night, only a faint undercurrent that could not be noticed.
Many people stayed up all night. Tan Xiaohe was asked to stop when he was halfway into the housekeeper's room. When he came back, he fell asleep angrily.
Yang Ming sat on the floor and looked through the copied information. After reading it all night, he felt a little dazed.
His brain was too heavy. He held his head and struggled with a piece of encrypted information in a daze. He didn't give up deciphering it for most of the night, because he had a gut feeling that there must be something important in it!
When Qin Xiaohe woke up, he saw the otaku sitting against the wall, his face serious but in fact absent-minded, still staring at the tablet.
"Hello!"
She shouted, and Yang Ming came back to his senses in an instant, as if he had just woken up from a big dream, with a confused face: "Huh?"
Qin Xiaohe twitched the corner of his mouth and said speechlessly: "Aren't you reading the information? Did you see anything?"
Hearing this, Yang Ming came back to his senses completely, rubbed his sore eyes, looked at the tablet screen that was still being deciphered, and said: "There is a piece of information hidden very deep, I am still deciphering it, it should be soon."
"Aren't you a homebody? Why do you look like you can't stay up all night?" Tan Xiaohe got up and stretched, and said in good spirits.
"I never stay up late." Yang Ming yawned.
Who says otakus must stay up late and party? They just don’t like to go out.
What's more, staying up late and pulling an all-nighter are two different things!
"Then I'll go out first. You can continue to decipher." Tan Xiaohe packed up all the crime props that he didn't have time to sort out last night, and then opened the door and went out.
"Go ahead and help me cover up." Yang Ming said, rubbing his brows.
…
Dawn had broken in the sky and it had been raining in the middle of the night. At this time, the air outside became especially fresh.
The door of the villa was open, and the morning sunshine and breeze blew in, making the atmosphere much more comfortable.
The servants in the manor have also gotten up in the morning, but everyone is working quietly, and their movements are as light as those who wandered around in the middle of the night last night, with a sense of depression.
After Qin Xiaohe came down from washing, he saw two people having breakfast in the restaurant.
Breakfast was prepared by Xu Shuo using existing ingredients. Sitting next to him was Zhan Qian, who was scared by the ghost and couldn't sleep all night. She was so hungry that she came down early to find something to eat.
"Good morning~" Tan Xiaohe said hello to the two of them with a cute smile on his face.
Zhan Qian looked up at her, nodded gracefully, and continued to sip her breakfast.
Tan Xiaohe sat next to him, carefully looked at the face of the person next to him, and suddenly asked with concern: "Sister Zhan, you don't seem to be in good spirits. Is it because you didn't sleep last night?"
Zhan Qian made a move: "..."
She suspected that the woman mentioned it on purpose, as it sounded like tea.
It's obvious that her body is in good condition. Even after staying up all night, there are no dark circles under her eyes. What's more, she put on makeup before going out, so it's not so bad!
The chef next to me just said that she was in good spirits!
Zhan Qian was full of slander, but she kept aloof and said calmly: "Thank you for your concern, but I had a good rest."
Hearing this, Tan Xiaohe breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile: "That's good. I think the weather today is good. When the police come, we should be able to check out a lot of clues. Sister Zhan can lead us to complete the game directly. Come on!"
Zhan Qian was sure that this was a small green tea, so she put down her fork and smiled elegantly: "Maybe, but sometimes even if the murderer is found, it may not necessarily end. Many people go to play script murder not just for reasoning. Find the murderer, but restore the story of the entire script. In fact, that is the essence of the script-killing game."
Therefore, it is not certain how the system of getting them into this game world will end with script killing.
Tan Xiaohe's eyes flickered: "Why didn't Sister Zhan say anything yesterday?"
Zhan Qian smiled: "After all, you are all newbies who have never played script killing. You may not understand if you explain too much. For example, there is a type of script killing called changing the pattern..."
"..."
Xu Shuo sat next to him and saw the two women starting to inquire about each other's information while laughing. After eating, he quickly ran away.
As the manor's live-in chef, he also prepares breakfast for the host family.
Originally, Mr. Guo would come down for dinner at eight o'clock every morning. Although he is now cold, there is still an autistic young master who needs to be fed.
When Xu Shuo came to the kitchen early in the morning, he found that the kitchen had been disturbed, probably because someone had entered last night.
But in fact, apart from digging up the sewer pipes, they couldn't find anything at all.
The method of killing with the simplest process is the least likely to be seen through. The methods of committing crimes like those in Death's Primary School are really fancy and leave loopholes everywhere.
Of course, using one's own identity to commit murder is actually quite stupid. This is simply putting oneself in the position of the number one suspect.
If there were no novice tutorials, he would prefer to run into Mr. Guo's room in the middle of the night and kill him directly. At least this way he could survive longer.
He wouldn't be spotted by the photographer on the spot.
…
Then, when Xu Shuo prepared breakfast at the host's house and pushed the dining cart to the elevator, he ran into the photographer whom he had been complaining about just now.
"Good morning, are you going to deliver breakfast to the housekeeper and Master Guo?" the photographer greeted him friendly.
"It's just Master Guo's. Yours are also ready and on the dining table." Xu Shuo nodded as usual and turned to gesture to the restaurant as he spoke.
"Okay, thank you."
"You're welcome."
After the two were polite, they passed each other. The photographer suddenly stopped and turned to look at the young man. He saw the elevator gradually closing.
The door quickly blocked his view. The photographer suppressed his smile, rubbed his brows and walked to the restaurant. When he saw the two girls over there, he showed his gentle and polite smile again.
He sat down and looked at the two of them, and found that Zhan Qian's energy was slightly poor. It didn't take a guess to know that she must have stayed up late, but the girl seemed to have slept well.
In fact, he stayed up late, checked into the kitchen in the middle of the night, and even tried to check into the chef's room.
The door couldn't be opened, but as he expected, there was no one inside.
The photographer recorded the people who went out last night. Among the few outsiders, none of them stayed in the room peacefully.
But he still felt that the chef was the most suspicious!
During the reasoning process, if you lock the target first and then perform reverse reasoning, you will get twice the result with half the effort.
The photographer's current target is the chef, so all search directions are based on "the chef is the murderer". What he lacks now is only intelligence.
He hoped that the policeman who would come over later could give him some useful help. He didn't want the mission to fail.
After all, one of his main tasks is to find the murderer of Mr. Guo.
