To take stock of all the "people" in the estate, the four players first went to the kitchen beside the West Courtyard. They still remembered the expressionless cook who had handed them three bowls of meat soup earlier.
But when they pushed open the kitchen door, the four of them found no trace of her.
What shocked the players even more was how wrong the kitchen looked. It was completely empty. There was no cook, none of the ingredients or seasonings a normal kitchen would have, and not even a trace of tableware or cooking utensils.
How had three bowls of meat soup been made in such an empty kitchen?
Had they really been made from mud?
The players turned and left the kitchen, then headed toward the small room beside the East Courtyard. Steward Zhao had introduced it as the room where the servants rested, and some temporarily hired laborers were supposedly fast asleep inside.
But when Sha Linghai pushed open the door to the Servants' Room, the empty room looked utterly unfit for anyone to live in. Never mind sleeping laborers-there was no sign of the bedding Steward Zhao had claimed was ready, either. To the players, the Servants' Room was little more than four bare walls, with only a small square table standing in the center. Two red candles stood on the table alongside four bowls of meat soup. Rather than a comforting late-night meal, they looked more like offerings that sent a chill down one's spine.
"There's definitely something wrong with that meat soup." Lin Wenhua immediately took a step back.
"It looks like young Lin was right. We haven't gone back into the past." His expression grave, Sha Linghai led the others out of the Servants' Room. "No matter how much this looks like time