The frozen banquet hall, the men and women in finery turned to ice sculptures, the half-finished feast, and the entertainment band interrupted in the middle of its performance—all of it was so eerie that it made one's skin crawl. Hao Ren stared at the scene for several seconds before saying, "It looks like they suddenly died in the middle of a party."
Nangong Sanba stepped forward to inspect the clues left behind. The people here might have died hundreds or even thousands of years ago, but thanks to the protection of the vacuum and extreme cold, everything in the banquet hall had been perfectly preserved—even the food in the cups and plates had been kept intact by the frost. Most things had been fixed to the tables or floor by the ice. Some debris that had broken free from the ice layer floated through the air in the weightless environment, while a thin, mist-like cloud of particles hung suspended throughout the hall. Those were fragments of ice and pieces of human skin.
In fact, the same things floated through the space outside, but here, the concentration of suspended matter was exceptionally high.
"Dressed in finery, attending a banquet... I never imagined they would die under circumstances like these." Nangong Sanba carefully separated an ice-sculpted corpse from the thin layer of ice on the table. "...As expected, they inhaled the same chemical before they died."
Nangong May could not help swallowing. "Could everyone in the city have been killed by poison gas?"
"Besides the poison gas, are there any other suspicious points? Was there something wrong with the food?" Hao Ren asked casually.
"The food shouldn't have been a problem. At least by my standards, it isn't poisonous, and judging from the scene, the food had nothing to do with it