The director's mouth twitched at their words. It was so obvious-why did they sound so unsure?
The director coughed lightly, pivoted on his leather shoes, spread his arms, and turned to face them.
"Ahem, no need to be so uncertain, everyone. That's right. I am the detective." The director elegantly removed the tall black hat from his head and held it against his chest.
What he failed to notice, however, was that his wig had come off with the hat and was now against his chest too.
"Pfft..."
Before Xu Wang and the others could make a sound, an irrepressible laugh suddenly rang out in the empty hall.
Everyone looked past the director at the NPC sitting on the sofa behind him. If you looked closely, you would notice that the NPC's beard was shaking wildly, and his shoulders were trembling to varying degrees too.
Of course, the director heard it as well. He frowned and opened his eyes, only to see the thick black curls inside the hat in his arms.
His eyes widened, and he reached up with his right hand to feel his hair. Sure enough, his lofty crown had become hair plastered against his scalp.
The director's mind went blank as he swiftly put the hat back on.
But he put it on too quickly to position it properly, leaving his hair looking especially disheveled.
The director took a deep breath and looked at the guests before him. Only then did he suddenly realize that none of them were looking at him. Instead, they were looking behind him.
Remembering the sound from earlier and seeing where everyone was looking, how could he not understand? He turned around with a wooden expression.
Fortunately, the NPC had kept his head lowered and his eyes on the carpet the