When Wei Yanchi came downstairs, a red-nosed man followed behind him. White bandages were wrapped around his wrist, blood seeping through them. His expression was numb, but at his first sight of Xie De, his heart jolted. He stiffened where he stood, his gaze shifting awkwardly toward the little dachshund.
But the little dachshund had finished its bread and was lying comfortably in front of the fireplace, yawning. A black-haired, black-eyed boy sat on the sofa, looking over with a cold, expressionless stare, while a cat crouched beside him.
The burning fireplace on the first floor drove away the cold, damp air, making it much warmer than the second floor where Danjie had been staying. Even the blue-toned chill had turned into a yellow warmth.
His expression changed, and he said through gritted teeth, "I couldn't even bring myself to light the fireplace, and here you are using it! You'll attract those impostors! And who are they?"
Wei Yanchi said calmly, "No need to get worked up. You mentioned earlier that you've been trapped here for over half a month. You've dragged this game out long enough. I think it's about time it ended."
He flashed a bold, confident smile. "I'll be the one to end this game!"
Wei Yunmo gave a derisive "Heh."
Danjie eyed him suspiciously, carefully came downstairs, and walked over to the dachshund. He gathered the dog into his arms and warmed himself by the fire, his expression grim.
Seeing Wei Yanchi like this, Xie De knew they had this instance in the bag. A faint smile curved his lips, and he took the initiative to ask, "In that case, great detective, what do we do next?"
Wei Yanchi held the book high. "A proper detective game generally needs three elements: a case, deduction, and an