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"Snapped!"

Klaus, without noticing, broke off the wooden inner window sill.

He originally thought...

Dealing with the descendants of powerful and wealthy families requires more roundabout methods, but unexpectedly, this turned out to be a fully automatic colander.

Even Renyi tilted his head and carefully examined Mikaje.

Mikaje pulled her sister's hand away, muttering to herself:

"Only Dad would dress the guests this nicely, but Dad doesn't drink."

Delphine glared at her brother, but the words were already out and couldn't be taken back, so she racked her brains to try and make amends:

"There's not only Dad, but also Mom, and... and that poor bastard!"

Poor bastard?

Just as Ren Yi was about to ask more questions, he was interrupted by Klaus's voice.

"Boss..."

He held up the piece of wood he had just broken off from the windowsill. "Look at this."

The outer edge of the wood was dry and rough, but the inner cross-section against the window frame was dark and still damp to the touch.

"The window was kept open, and there was a sea breeze, but the outside and the surface were dry."

Klaus pointed to the corresponding position on the window frame:

"The inside is wet."

This shows that...

There was something wet that had been sitting on the windowsill in this room for a long time, so much so that it had soaked through the wood, but the water stains on the surface had been cleaned off.

The water stains on the wood had a faint salty smell.

It's seawater.

His gaze swept around the room before finally settling on Heck's serene face.

"It's too early to draw conclusions."

The only certainty is that the 'murderer' will definitely commit another crime.

A good hunter never minds letting his prey run a little longer.

......

That evening, the lobby of the Narwhal was once again restored to its luxurious and dignified state.

It was similar to when Renyi and others arrived here.

Most of the guests were already seated, and the long dining table was set with exquisite candlesticks and silver cutlery. There was only one extra cylindrical water tank, with the mermaid inside constantly giving every glance an eyesore.

With a "ding," the banquet officially began.

One after another, exquisite dishes were served on the long table, but everyone's attention was focused on the main course that was pushed out last on the food cart—

Several large, juicy, and surprisingly generously portioned steaks were served on a huge silver platter.

"What is this...?" a lady asked curiously.

With a professional smile, the chef respectfully replied, "Madam, this is a freshly caught frilled shark from the deep sea. Its flesh is firm, and after careful cooking, the original freshness of the ingredient has been preserved, resulting in an excellent flavor."

The atmosphere in the hall froze for a moment.

The scene of carnage during the day is still vivid in my mind...

But now, that monster's flesh is on the dinner table!

After a brief silence, a daring businessman cut off a small piece with his knife and put it in his mouth:

"Hmm...it tastes good! It's a bit like top-quality tuna belly!"

Once the first person took the plunge, others followed suit.

"Oh God, this is divine food!"

"I feel incredibly energetic!"

Soon, the hall was filled with the clinking of knives and forks and bursts of praise; fear was easily overcome by the desire for food.

Mrs. Phineas wiped her mouth with a handkerchief and whispered to her companion, "I've heard... in these waters there's a fish called the Sirens, and eating its flesh can grant eternal youth..."

Stay young forever...

Immortality!

This word instantly ignited a burning passion in everyone's hearts.

"That's right! I've heard that legend too!"

"Does the mermaid... have a similar effect?"

A guest's gaze greedily fell on the pieces of meat on the plate, then involuntarily drifted towards Sean in the water tank.

"This is a mermaid too! Eat more, eat more!"

"Yes! Since Mr. Wonka can catch mermaids, he can also catch sirens. Getting on this ship was absolutely the right choice!"

Just then, the music in the hall changed, and Mr. Wonka, who was attending the dinner that evening, walked slowly down the spiral staircase arm in arm with his wife, Mrs. Molly.

Everyone stopped eating and stood up to greet them.

Renyi also raised his head.

Mr. Wonka, the owner of the ship, was still as gentle and kind as ever, but Mrs. Molly beside him was a completely different person from during the day!

She wore a bright red off-shoulder dress that made her skin look as white as snow. Her cheeks, which were pale and stiff during the day, became rosy and full, and her lifeless eyes became bright and lively.

She took Mr. Wonka's arm, a captivating smile playing on her lips, and nodded to each of the guests who paid their respects.

I can recall any description of Aurora—

A cold body, but a vigorous life force.

He then thought of a storage battery, and now, looking at the radiant Mrs. Jasmine, it seems that her battery is fully charged.

So, where does the electricity come from?

Mr. Wonka and his wife sat in the main seat.

He raised his glass, smiling broadly, and said, "I hope everyone enjoyed tonight's dinner. A toast in advance to catching the 'murderer' who killed Heck, and to this brave young man—Mr. Zhang San!"

The guests raised their glasses, casting complex glances at Renyi.

Klaus pushed the wheelchair to an empty seat at the table and nodded to Mr. Wonka from afar.

The dinner continued.

Klaus poked at the few wilted lettuce leaves in his bowl with his fork, arguing quietly with the person next to him.

"Are you sure this is edible?"

"It's better than eating that." He gestured with his chin towards the shark meat that was being devoured on the long table.

"But putting aside the disgusting aspects, it's still considered legitimate protein, and the growing environment of these 'vegetables' is unknown..."

"brother,"

Renyi quickly interrupted his long-winded speech and pushed the bowl to the left.

"My hand is injured. Could you cut this cucumber into eight pieces for me?"

"..."

Klaus had no choice but to take the plate and start dealing with the poor cucumber.

"Wounds need protein to heal."

"Don't worry, my cells are very ambitious; they've already figured out a way on their own." He waited expectantly for the fresh, juicy cucumber.

He hasn't seen a fresh cucumber in seven years!

Just then...

A gentle, fragrant breeze wafted by, and Renyi instinctively turned her wheelchair to stop the person from getting any closer.

Madame Jasmine, like a flowing hem of blood, silently brushed past the wheelchair.

"Our brave heroes,"

She glanced at the bland vegetable salad, her voice as soft as velvet.

"Why did you only eat so little? Is it not to your liking?"

"Doctor's orders." (A polite smile.)

"What a pity."

Mrs. Jasmine's red lips curved into a smile as she gently placed a hand clad in a short red glove on the back of her wheelchair.

For some inexplicable reason, he felt as if there was a snake slithering behind him, which gave him the creeps.

But it's not over.

"You'll do anything to survive..."

As if completely oblivious to their wary looks, she leaned closer again, whispering something almost into Renyi's ear.

After speaking, she straightened up and gracefully swayed her waist as she returned to her seat.

Throughout the entire process, Mr. Wonka chatted and laughed with the guests around him, seemingly unconcerned about his wife's behavior.

Before the fragrance of flowers had even faded from the air, Klaus asked impatiently:

"What did she say?"

She said...

Seeing Klaus's increasingly serious expression, Renyi said softly, "Want to get a card? The second one is 20% off."