After hearing this, Qianjing Youhui nodded. She glanced down at the corpse on the ground, remained silent for a moment, then raised her eyebrows and said softly to Luo Tian and Luo Hai, "You two dispose of his body."
Upon hearing this, Luo Tian released his hand from Luo Hai's mouth, and the latter immediately complained, "Fatty, is it really necessary? I can't possibly say the wrong thing every time."
Luo Tian glared at Luo Hai, then spoke to the four of them in an extremely polite tone, "We'll begin packing up. Distinguished guests, you may leave now to avoid any unpleasant memories."
He was extremely cautious in his words and actions, afraid of offending the four people in front of him; otherwise, he and his brother might not have been able to leave room 302 today.
A hint of weariness flashed across Ge Congze's face, but he didn't object. He went out first, thinking that out of sight, out of mind, he pressed the elevator button.
Xie Fei and Qianjing Youhui didn't linger in the room either, quickly catching up with Ge Congze, since the smell of a rotting corpse was indeed nauseating.
Si Yehan watched as the Luo brothers, Luo Tian and Luo Hai, began to clean up the scene, and didn't rush to make a move. It wouldn't be too late to knock them out and send them into the hall when it was almost time for Night Watch.
These two men weren't high-ranking officials; even if they were killed, it wouldn't affect the memorial service five days later.
Having finalized the plan, Si Yehan closed his eyes slightly. He went outside and looked at the weather through the corridor window. It was a grayish-white sky with a few clouds drifting by. The sky was clear as a mirror, showing no sign of rain.
Si Yehan turned and walked towards the elevator. Xie Fei stood at the door, holding out her hand to prevent the elevator doors from closing. As he stepped into the elevator, Xie Fei withdrew her hand, still exuding a cold and aloof aura, showing no sign that she was the one who had just stopped him.
Si Yehan, however, remained unmoved and instead began to ponder other matters.
Thoughts raced through my mind. Song Xia was on duty at the front desk of the auditorium tonight, so I needed to set off early to find these two people. Otherwise, if I couldn't find them, I would have to use Song Xia, who was already there, to test them.
However, according to Luo Tian and Luo Hai, this middle-aged woman rented a house outside the funeral home and was taking care of her child. If they could track her down, the pleasure of killing both mother and child would far outweigh the pleasure of killing just one of them.
As for the remaining three participants in this group tonight, excluding themselves, who should die first?
After the four ghosts had fully discovered their killing patterns, they lost most of their value, becoming only valuable for their own killing pleasure.
Ge Congze's figure blocked the elevator floor buttons, so the two women couldn't see them. Si Yehan, however, could use his height advantage to see that the button for the first floor was pressed.
Qianjing Youhui looked at the scrolling numbers on the screen, representing the floors that were gradually descending, and a look of confusion appeared in her eyes. She asked, "Why are we going to the first floor now?"
Ge Congze replied, "Let's go eat first to replenish our strength, then we'll investigate Xia Yuanhou's death."
His handsome face was now etched with a sinister murderous intent as he spoke each word with extreme clarity, "Based on what those two people said, we can conclude that Ning Qian's death has nothing to do with the funeral home staff. So who else could have done it? Could it be someone from outside the funeral home who broke in and killed her? After all, the security at the gate here is questionable. Or perhaps, the murderer is among us?"
Xie Fei's expression remained impassive as she looked up at Ge Congze: "Just because there's no conflict doesn't mean there's no connection. If there are people among the funeral home staff who simply enjoy killing or are jealous of the kind, that makes sense. Your guess is also valid."
A shadow seemed to fall over Qianjing Youhui's brow, and her voice trembled with frustration as she said, "Right now, we only have deductions, but no clues whatsoever about the killer. This instance is truly the most frustrating I've ever encountered. Not only do we have to deal with the ghosts' killing patterns, but we also have to be wary of the lurking murderer."
Xie Fei, unusually talkative, ignored Qianjing Youhui's words and instead continued Ge Congze's earlier topic, saying, "Is it possible that person was initially targeting Xia Yuanhou? And Ning Qian was just an afterthought? The reason for killing Ning Qian first was because Xia Yuanhou had developed a certain bond with this woman, and it was to make him suffer."
Just then, the elevator arrived at the first floor.
The group had no choice but to exit the elevator, talking as they walked.
"How could that be? Xia Yuanhou just entered the instance, where would he get enemies?" Ge Congze said, his eyes narrowing, a cold glint appearing, his grim expression deepening. The surprise in his tone suddenly turned hostile, "But if it really is about him, then the culprit is really among the four of us! After all, the other natives who have seen us, no matter how you look at them, are no match for Xia Yuanhou."
Sensing Ge Congze's hostility, Qianjing Youhui countered, "Let's assume for now that the murderer is among us. Based on the current circumstances, Xie Fei and I should be eliminated from the suspect list first. After all, there were signs of a struggle at the scene, and Xia Yuanhou was completely overpowered. Judging from our physiques, it would be a miracle if Xie Fei and I weren't killed in three punches. How could we possibly manage that?"
Si Yehan casually replied, "Not necessarily. Body type doesn't represent everything. If one has a certain level of martial arts skill, each has its own advantages. This is just a hypothetical situation for now; there's no need to rush to distance yourself from it."
Upon hearing Si Yehan's words, Qianjing Youhui wasn't angry. After a moment's thought, she nodded and said, "You're right. There's no need to rush to exonerate ourselves. After all, we're just making assumptions right now."
The group chatted as they walked, and soon arrived at the restaurant.
Ge Congze glanced at Si Yehan, who was about to leave, and called out, "Let's eat together, we can chat while we eat."
Si Yehan nodded, not refusing. It wouldn't hurt to hear their next line of thought, as it would facilitate their subsequent actions.
After getting their food, Si Yehan sat down with the three of them, with two stools between them.
During the meal, everyone spoke in a lower voice, only occasionally interjecting with their own words.
Qianjing Youhui ate the least and the fastest. After finishing, he pulled out a tissue to wipe the food juice from his mouth and said, "For now, we should prioritize suspecting the natives. If we keep suspecting them internally, it will only create more loopholes, and we might be wiped out in this instance. It's too weird."
The chilling aura on Ge Congze's face hadn't faded yet, adding a touch of gloom to his otherwise handsome features. Ever since discovering Xia Yuanhou's death, he had been speaking in a male voice, which didn't quite match his appearance. "Gather clues first, then we'll talk about this. If we don't have any before dark, focus on clearing the level."