Bo Yi walked into the room.
The moment he saw the dead player's face, Bo Yi remembered who he was-the player who had sat not far from him when Master Kang treated them to dinner, gulping down wine because the food was too salty.
Now he lay motionless on the bed, his expression just as calm as Sun Da's, even serene. His entire body was as white as a freshly painted wall, his skin clinging to him in wrinkled folds.
One glance was enough for Bo Yi to tell that he had died in exactly the same way as Sun Da. But although he now knew how they had died, he still had no idea what had caused their deaths. There was no point counting on Huang Xiaolu and Sun Er. If those two had known how Sun Da died, they would not have been scared witless that morning. And this dead player, unfortunately, had been staying alone...
Bo Yi let out a long sigh.
The two had died in exactly the same way, yet they seemed to have nothing in common...
He made room beside the bed for the players gathering behind him, then walked over to the table and picked up the teapot.
Its weight pressed against his fingertips-the teapot was full.
To be thorough, Bo Yi opened the teapot and took a look. It, too, was filled with wine. The difference was that, compared with the pot in Huang Xiaolu's room, this one had barely been touched.
Could this have nothing to do with the teapots or the wine inside them?
Bo Yi felt confused. Had I guessed wrong?
To test his theory, he glanced back at the other players still gathered around the bed examining the corpse, quickly set down the teapot, and slipped lightly and