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Heck is dead.

For a second or two, the hall seemed to freeze for a moment, but it quickly melted away like cream.

These decent folks, used to champagne and elegant strings, weren't prepared to digest a fresh corpse, but that didn't stop the unexpected event from adding a bit of lightness to their long, boring journey.

murder.

There are gruesome corpses, tragic victims, cruel killers, all sorts of plot twists, heartbreaking motives for murder, and melodramatic backstories!

No one panicked, no one fainted, and no one shed a single tear for Heck.

All they felt was excitement and curiosity.

The guests, who knew each other to some extent, began to scan each other's eyes, as if searching for a suitable subject of judgment.

Fortunately, the preliminary selection of the murderer went very smoothly.

"I heard... Heck and Mrs. Phineas are getting a divorce, and he's planning to sell the house where Mrs. Phineas lives."

A gentleman wearing a monocle whispered to his companion, just loud enough for everyone to hear:

"Now all that land and shops are hers."

The woman mentioned, Lady Phineas—

A thin woman wearing bright red lipstick.

Upon hearing this, she immediately dabbed her eyes with a handkerchief, her eyebrows, drawn like two pencil lines, arched high, and said in a tearful voice:

"Oh, poor Heck... How could you say that? We love each other so much."

"Mrs. Phineas, please accept my condolences."

A short, stout businessman immediately chimed in, "Yesterday, Heck almost got into a fight with Mr. Barnett over a payment for a shipment. I heard him calling Barnett a despicable swindler and saying he'd ruin his reputation."

Barnett, her round belly bulging, retorted excitedly:

"This is utter slander! How could I, a respectable businessman, resort to violence for such a small sum of money? I'm suing you for defamation!"

He stood quietly by the bar, holding a tray, trying his best to minimize his presence.

However......

Sometimes trouble comes knocking on your door.

"It's so lively?"

Noah also came down the stairs at some point and passed by Mr. Wonka, but they did not make eye contact at all.

His gaze pierced through the crowd and landed on Ren Yi, who was trying to remain a background figure:

"My dear friend, did you sleep well last night?"

This guy... he definitely did it on purpose.

While Ren Yi maintained a smile on his face, he had already mentally stabbed a hundred and eighty holes in him with a two-meter-long Raven.

"Thanks to you, Mr. Noah, you rested very well."

Noah chuckled and was about to say something when a child's laughter suddenly rang out.

Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.

Two children, about eight or nine years old, were standing hand in hand at the corner of the stairs; they were the Wonka family's twins.

Mikaje and Delphine.

They were both dressed in matching little dresses and skirt suits, looking like two exquisite dolls.

"Brother, brother!"

"I knocked on doors on the basement level last night, but some rooms didn't answer."

Mikaje nodded and agreed:

"Yes, little sister, the door opened as soon as you pushed it open, and it was completely empty."

Klaus, Nathan, Ivan, and Ren were all taken aback. It turned out that the "big guy" who came to check the rooms in the middle of the night was actually these two little monsters.

However, this combination of moves immediately put Ren Yi in the spotlight.

Heck died last night.

However, this staff member was not in the room at the time of the incident, giving him time to commit the crime.

Yesterday at the banquet in the hall, Heck publicly harassed him, threatening to feed him to sharks; this was the motive for the crime.

"So...it was you!"

Mrs. Phineas, who had just become a wealthy widow, was the first to scream.

She pointed at Renyi with her long, sharp fingernails: "Oh God...it must have been you who held a grudge and killed my poor Heck!"

Seeing that he had found a target to clear himself of suspicion, Barnett immediately shouted:

"Yes, the murderer must be this maid!"

"Grab him! Throw him overboard and feed him to the sharks!"

"Justice for poor Heck!"

The guests' emotions were easily ignited.

Mr. Wonka, the owner of the Narwhal, had a gentle expression and showed no intention of stopping them, like a kind elder looking at a group of noisy children.

His wife, Mrs. Jasmine, had an empty look in her eyes from beginning to end, and looked like an exquisite doll with Aurora's support.

I glanced at the grinning Noah and remembered him.

It seems this was a setup made long ago, specifically targeting these outsiders.

only......

If I hadn't clashed with Heck yesterday, the script would have been a showdown between all the unlucky guys who weren't in the room last night.

"quiet."

Mr. Wonka finally spoke, and the noisy hall instantly fell silent.

He adjusted his monocle on the bridge of his nose, looking at Renyi with the same gaze one would give a child who had made a mistake but deserved forgiveness.

"Young man, do you have anything to say in your defense?"

All eyes were on Ren Yi.

Nathan calmly put down his wine glass behind the bar. Ivan and Klaus at the door exchanged a glance and turned to the crowd.

But the captain felt there might still be a chance to salvage the situation before overturning the table.

"gentlemen,"

He casually placed the tray down and asked, "Excuse me, if I'm executed, what about your safety?"

"I'm just a scapegoat pushed out by the real culprit. The real killer is hiding among you right now, enjoying this farce and laughing at your stupidity... while he himself is secretly choosing his next target."

A smile played on his lips as his dark eyes fixed on Barnett, who had just been shouting.

"Who will be next?"

"If the killer was able to sneak into Heck's room and commit the crime silently last night... then tonight, he can do the same to any of your rooms. It's easy to pin the blame on me, but you all have to consider one possibility—the deadly threat is still there."

These shrewd and calculating individuals are the most conscious of their lives.

Several women unconsciously tightened their shawls, while Barnett nervously loosened her overly tight bow tie.

yes......

Anyway, Heck, the only one who cared about fairness, is already dead.

The focus now is not on executing a waiter, but on preventing the murderer from continuing his crimes!

"Nonsense!"

Mrs. Phineas screamed, "You're just stalling for time!"

"Madam, I'm merely stating a fact." Ren Yi shrugged. "Your lives... must be extremely precious."

The atmosphere became heavy again.

The guests looked around nervously again, each person seeming like the lurking killer.

When it's almost done,

Renzi took a few more steps forward, almost defiantly standing in front of Noah:

"For the safety of the majority, I propose that, 'better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free,' we should... eliminate all the suspects together!"