"A preliminary test."
"Huh?"
"Come on, let's check out this dungeon."
Fortunately, we cleared the dungeon without any major incidents. Although the Flower Tender herself wasn't in the dungeon, her little flowers were still diligently completing their tasks.
These cultures are far more reliable than their owners.
Looking at the Flower Tender and the others again, Fan Daoyi sighed inwardly. How come things were completely reversed when it came to him?
Finally, he presented a small potted plant as a gift, smiled, said goodbye to Fan Daoyi, and returned to his research room.
As for the banquet, because so much pollen was sprinkled, all the NPCs at the banquet looked like they were drunk.
Some people often wonder if they can suddenly become very rich. Hallucinogenic pollen can help you achieve this, making all your wishes come true. You deserve it.
As a result, such a large number of hallucinations affecting consciousness inevitably leads to physical conflicts with others. When everyone gets into a brawl, a dance party can instantly turn into a martial arts contest.
He walked over to the four players, snapped his fingers, and prompted, "The Troublemaker is dead. Can we inform the butler and leave the game?"
Chen Yang and the others stopped what they were doing, looking around in confusion. "But where's the butler?"
"Will we have to go back to where we started and hold a vote?" Chu Yue wondered thoughtfully.
"That makes sense," Clark agreed. "Maybe the butler is already waiting there."
The butler had indeed been waiting at the original spot for quite some time, along with Mo Chengyuan, who had been forgotten there.
Mo Chengyuan sat blankly in the chair, his eyes vacant, looking rather foolish. Hearing footsteps, he slowly raised his eyes and murmured, "Who are you? Where am I? And who am I?"
Three heavy blows caused him to lose his memory.
It didn't matter; they ignored it and remained seated.
The Troublemaker was chosen, and the lover in the story was voted out.
From the lover's perspective, the story begins like this.
I used to have a lovely younger sister, and I wholeheartedly believed that I would accompany her as she grew up and watch her have a wonderful life of her own.
But fate played a trick on her; a reporter spotted her and took her picture.
Afterwards, the reporter sent the sister's photo to the Duke. The Duke, as if selecting a product, chose the person he was satisfied with from among many photos and then presented the reporter with a reward.
The reporter then handed the photo of the selected child to the florist, thus making the florist a link in this chain of crime and taking on the task of abducting the younger sister.
That day, my younger sister went out to play as usual. She was attracted by the beautiful flowers on the street and couldn't help but stop in front of the flower shop. The florist greeted her warmly with a big smile and even took out a delicate little flower and pinned it in her hair as a product identifier.
Knowing the truth, the doctor and the merchant immediately targeted the girl after seeing the unusual little flower in her hair. The merchant put on a fake smile, offered the girl some candy to create the image of a kind person, and then, together with the florist, took the unsuspecting girl away and gave her to the Duke.
A distant noble relative fell seriously ill and was on the verge of death. Knowing the Duke's business dealings, she wrote to him seeking a healthy organ match.
The doctor, who was in cahoots with the Duke, cruelly separated the organs from the Duke's discarded toys and, leveraging the Duke's extensive connections, repurposed these organs, selling them for high prices.
When I learned the whole truth, it was too late. At that moment, the seeds of hatred grew wildly and sprouted in my heart.
I meticulously planned a revenge scheme. First, I deliberately approached the florist and used various means to create a rift in her relationship with the Duke.
As for the reporter, he knew too many of the Duke's secrets, and the Duke would eventually silence him. So I subtly instigated things behind the scenes, further escalating the conflict between them.
A greedy merchant has only money in his eyes and always wants to make more wealth. For money, he can abandon all morality and humanity.
The distant noble relative, not content with receiving a healthy organ, began to set her sights on the Duke's business, attempting to seize all his wealth for herself.
These events, when linked together, form a murder plot. He will not let any of these people go; he will kill the Duke first and then make them accompany him on his journey.
Let my death begin, so the planned scheme can proceed. No one will doubt him; he's just a dead man.
Then, these five carried out their plan to kill the Duke.
The butler clapped his hands and said it was a perfect idea.
"Any other ideas?" The butler didn't make a decision immediately, but instead scanned them all over again.
They looked at each other, but both shook their heads firmly, clearly not changing their minds.
In their fabricated illusion, everything seemed so real; every detail, every clue, pointed perfectly to the florist's lover. This was the Troublemaker they had identified after 'careful consideration'.
Mo Chengyuan, the doctor, had remained detached from the investigation and was unaware of the full details of the case. During the vote, he simply followed the crowd and cast his vote for the person they had identified.
The butler finally shook his head and said, "But unfortunately, the person you accused is long dead, and he never devised such a plan. He couldn't possibly be the Troublemaker."
Chu Yue said in disbelief, "No, we just saw him at the banquet. We killed him."
"All I saw was you relentlessly desecrating the Duke's corpse, repeatedly whipping it; the scene was truly..." The butler paused, a complex look flashing in his eyes, showing no sign of lying.
I didn't lie; that's what I truly thought.
Upon hearing the housekeeper's words, Chen Yang and Chu Yue were plunged into deep self-doubt. They began to recall the entire process, and the seemingly irrefutable evidence now became blurred.
The butler continued, "In fact, your experiences have never been connected; you are just five strangers who don't know each other."
Clark silently counted, and there were six of them, including herself. She noticed something odd about the number the butler was referring to. "Why five? There are clearly six of us."
The butler didn't answer immediately. Instead, he walked over to Fan Daoyi and gestured to the other players, saying, "Because he wasn't on the list of invitees for this birthday celebration. His profession isn't unemployed either. All the stories he told were fabricated."
Upon hearing this, they realized they had been deceived.
But why couldn't the lie detector and psychological interviews identify him, even though his initial identity verification was fake?
"Well..." They had too many doubts in their hearts, and countless questions they wanted to ask.
Before they could ask any questions, Fan Daoyi answered, "Yes, I was the Troublemaker in this game. I had been given hints about it for a long time."