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A qualified hunter not only sets traps, but also acts as bait when necessary.

After convincingly portraying himself as battle-damaged, Renyi immediately healed himself and then comfortably leaned back on the large hospital bed, while Aurora sighed beside him:

"You're really ruthless to yourself."

"If you can't bear to give red envelopes, you can't keep your friends."

This is called precise targeting that catches the willing!

Sean being packaged up, though unplanned, inadvertently provided a lot of useful information.

Putting aside their intelligence, both he and Shak are incredibly powerful in the Sea of ​​Mist.

When there is no way to escape.

Killing even one of them would be a difficult task for anyone, let alone managing to stuff both of these old men into a transparent jar completely unharmed...

The difficulty has increased significantly.

Mr. Wonka, or rather, the armed forces under Wonka's command, are ridiculously strong, or even rule-based.

Physical confrontation won't work.

On the contrary...

Those seemingly distinguished guests were pitifully weak.

Of the four armed men, Sean killed two with a single swipe of his tail without losing a hair; the whole thing took less than two seconds, and they posed no threat.

He easily obtained this "privilege" of investigating and apprehending criminals.

This precisely illustrates that the deaths of the passengers on board were merely a source of amusement, or rather, a mere formality, for the captain of the "Narwhal."

Wonka didn't care at all who killed Heck, perhaps...

He always knew who did it.

The final warning was also quite subtle.

What do you think when someone specifically tells you not to think about a pink kitten?

It can only be Hello Kitty.

"What do you think of Mrs. Wonka and the twins after you've met them?" Renyi suddenly asked.

"That's strange."

Aurora recalled, her expression slightly confused.

"I've been on duty in the medical room since I arrived here yesterday afternoon, until this morning when someone called me to examine Mrs. Morley."

"When I helped Mrs. Jasmine up, her body... was as cold as ice, and her heartbeat was very, very slow. Although I am not a real doctor, these are not the signs of a living person."

"but?"

"However, when I try to use my abilities to investigate... I can sense a very strong life force within her, which seems completely contradictory, yet they truly coexist within one person."

A cold exterior, yet teeming with life within?

After thinking about it for a while, the only thing that came to mind was a storage battery.

"What about the two children?"

"They're the complete opposite," Aurora said, racking her brains to describe them.

"Their temperatures were consistently high, like two little furnaces—real furnaces. I checked on them briefly, but they seemed lively and healthy, with no signs of illness or fever."

A small stove...

Turns out they were two enthusiastic young men; no wonder they were so active in checking on patients late at night.

"You did a great job."

This information is crucial.

He leaned back against the pillows, looking like he needed to rest after a serious injury.

"What do we do next? We can't stay here forever."

Aurora asked.

Of course, I can't stay here forever.

How can I pretend to be seriously injured, wander around, and still legitimately stay with my friends?

With his eyes closed, he quickly scanned the faces of the guests in the hall in his mind.

"I remember... wasn't there an old man in a wheelchair among the guests?"

Aurora nodded: "Yes... Sir Aristy, he sent someone to fetch some medicine last night, I remember him."

"Go," the captain ordered, "bring his wheelchair over."

Aurora was stunned for a moment, then looked at the doorway and said in a low voice:

"Now? Should we just snatch it? Wouldn't that be a bad idea?"

Any: "..."

What's going on? This girl's thoughts are getting more and more dangerous.

He looked at Aurora accusingly, "We are messengers of justice, how can we take other people's things without permission?"

Aurora, feeling a little guilty, whispered in defense, "But...but you just said..."

"I mean, invite the old gentleman over."

He arbitrarily corrected her, "How dangerous is this ship right now? The murderer is still at large! That gentleman is old and has difficulty moving around. What if the murderer thinks he's an easy target?"

Aurora nodded blankly.

"so,"

Arbitrarily, with a touch of melancholy, pushed Aurora out of the medical room:

"To ensure his safety, we must bring him to the medical room for 24-hour care!"

"etc......"

"There's no time to lose," Ren Yi said, unmoved. "If we delay any longer, we'll miss lunch."

"Wait, boss! I need to grab my stethoscope and first-aid kit!"

As she spoke, she turned around and deftly stuffed some gauze, alcohol, a hammer, a bone saw, and other items into a rather heavy-looking white leather suitcase.

I took all my gear...

Only then did the nun seem to regain her confidence as she walked out of the examination room with her head held high.

Any:ヾ|≧_≦|〃

There's no need to be so professional!

......

Aurora is very reliable.

Before long, the sound of wheels rolling could be heard in the corridor, followed by an old and confused voice.

"Miss, I don't need a checkup... My heart is very strong, my legs are just an old problem..."

A gaunt old man wrapped in a blanket was pushed in.

The old man looked to be over eighty years old, with gray hair, a receding hairline, and a face that seemed to say, "Who am I? Where am I? What do you want?"

"Sir, rest assured, this is the safest place on the entire ship."

Aurora soothed her in her gentlest tone, "You should rest here until the murderer is caught."

talking.

She and Ren Yi exchanged a glance, and the two worked together seamlessly to help the old gentleman up from his wheelchair and place him on another hospital bed. They even thoughtfully covered him with a blanket and drew the curtains.

The old man closed his eyes in peace.

Oh well, at least there are people to serve me here, and I don't have to listen to the noise of those idiots downstairs.

Renyi then unceremoniously sat in the wheelchair and placed his feet on the footrest.

perfect.

Nathan is the only bartender, and he can easily observe from the bar counter, so he doesn't need to move.

Just as he was deciding whether to have Ivan or Klaus push his wheelchair, the door to the medical room was silently pushed open a crack.

Two little heads, identical except for their hairstyles, peeked in from outside the door.

Good afternoon, Mr. Zhang San.

Delphine and Mikaje walked in hand in hand and stood in front of the wheelchair.

"You're injured, we're very worried about you."

"Yes, yes," Mikaje nodded, staring curiously at the gauze. "There was a lot of blood, we all saw it."

"Shark blood is also red," Delphine added.

"Mr. Heck's blood is also red," Mikaje added.

"They're all asleep, so,"

The two of them stared at Renyi with their innocent, big eyes:

Do you fall asleep too?