There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

Xu Shuo had already lifted his hand.

He intended to call over the waiter to ask why his coffee hadn't been delivered yet, but just at that moment, a piercing scream tore through the air from upstairs.

The sudden turn of events startled everyone in the lobby, causing them to look up at the sky guard panel in unison.

...

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the hotel.

The stylishly dressed woman didn't have time to cover the female waiter's mouth; the sight of a person lying in a pool of blood as they entered the restroom had already elicited the waiter's scream.

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Unable to prevent it, the stylish woman frowned in annoyance. After the scream, she gritted her teeth and decided to follow suit.

Rapid, disorderly footsteps rang out in the corridor as the hotel manager followed the intermittent screams and approached, while some guests opened their doors to see what was happening.

"What happened?!" The hotel manager shouted as he ran over.

"Over there..."

The stylish woman leaned against the door frame, pointing towards the restroom in terror, while the female waiter next to her had already collapsed on the ground, petrified.

Next to the third stall near the restroom lay a dead man, a dagger stuck in his chest over the heart, with blood flowing freely beneath him.

The hotel manager took one look and his face instantly turned grim.

He turned to the seemingly frightened stylish woman and apologized, "I understand. We'll take it from here. I'm terribly sorry for the shock."

Then, the manager gestured for the waiters who had followed him to escort the guests away from the scene.

The stylish woman, trembling in fear as she was supported by the waiter, bowed her head slightly and cast a meaningful glance at the corpse before leaving.

A pity, there wasn't a chance to search the scene immediately.

Next, the hotel manager had the female waiter who also witnessed the crime scene taken under control and ordered people to secure the area while he quickly returned to the hotel's second-floor office.

The manager picked up the telephone on the desk and dialed a number, waiting anxiously for the call to connect.

Soon after, a "beep" was heard from the other end.

The hotel manager hurriedly spoke, "Major Commandant, a murder just occurred here at the hotel, and we need to report it to the police.

"Ah? It's taken over by... by you? But...

"That..."

"Alright, I understand... Yes, sir!

"Thank you for your help."

Finally, the hotel manager hung up the phone with a pained expression.

He had already been troubled when the military said they wanted to stay at the hotel, and now a murder case in the hotel gave the military even more reason to impose a lockdown.

As the only five-star hotel in District 13, guests frequenting here belonged to the rich and powerful elite, especially those high-ranking officials and dignitaries who were not easily fooled.

The hotel manager sighed deeply, a headache coming on.

...

First floor lobby.

The lobby, previously quiet, now buzzed with whispering, and some people directly asked the hotel waiters, but the male waiter on the first floor was also unaware of the situation.

Xu Shuo, who had raised his hand halfway, casually lifted it higher and waved, signaling the waiter not far from him to come over.

The male waiter saw his gesture and intended to walk over, but halfway there, he seemed to suddenly remember something and his expression turned slightly uncomfortable.

"Where is my coffee?" Xu Shuo asked calmly.

"..."

Indeed, it was for this reason. Facing the cold gaze of the man, the waiter awkwardly said, "I apologize. I'll go and hurry them in the kitchen right away."

As for forgetting to place the order altogether, such a thing was impossible.

The kitchen on the first floor was next to the left staircase, and the male waiter did not use the walkie-talkie but went up the stairs after reporting to the kitchen.

At that time, at the public restroom in the middle of the second floor, two hotel attendants had already guarded the entrance very strictly, as the male waiter calmly passed by.

"The guests downstairs asked me to find out what happened, what's going on here?" he said, peering inside.

"Alas, someone died here mysteriously, just discovered by a guest," the two attendants guarding the place said without trying to stop him, frowning gloomily.

"Was it murder? Has the killer been found?" the male waiter exclaimed in surprise.

"Don't know. The manager has already gone to call the police. Anyway, it's none of our business."

The two attendants said indifferently.

The male waiter stood at the door, surveying the situation inside.

A dagger was stuck in the chest of the deceased, which appeared to be the fatal wound. The restroom window was half-open—a person with decent agility could probably climb out.

Had the killer escaped by jumping out the window after the murder?

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The male waiter looked around, but before he could think further, the hotel manager came over.

Seeing him, the manager frowned tightly, "What are you doing up here nosing around?"

The male waiter responded smoothly, "The noise just now made the guests downstairs a bit panicked. They sent me to ask what happened."

The hotel manager looked as if he expected this response and said irritably, "I know. I'll go down later and explain to them. You go back to your own post. Don't wander off."

"Okay." The male waiter obediently agreed.

He fluidly went downstairs and returned to attending to guests in the lobby.

Just then, the voice came through the walkie-talkie—the coffee that had been forgotten by the doctor was ready, so the male waiter took the opportunity to fetch the coffee from the kitchen and walked to the booth on the left.

"Hello, your coffee."

The rich and sweet aroma of the coffee created ripples. Xu Shuo glanced at the mist rising from the cup and stopped the male waiter who was about to leave.

The male waiter paused, "Uh?"

Xu Shuo looked up at him, "What happened upstairs?"

Upon hearing this, the male waiter was sharply taken aback, sharply because he realized the other person knew he had been to the second floor, and taken aback because the other person seemed to know that he had been there and was aware of the events?

Was this guest paying attention to him all along?

Although the other party had a warm and refined demeanor and appeared to be a doctor, he seemed like he would be easy to get along with.

But the male waiter inexplicably felt intimidated.

He said sheepishly, "Sorry, I'm not sure myself. The manager didn't allow us near there. He said he would come down and explain to everyone."

Xu Shuo smiled faintly before saying, "You look pale, and your heart rate seems a bit fast. Did you not rest well last night, or are you ill?"

Why was he asking these questions?

The male waiter felt apprehensive but remained composed on the surface, "Yes sir, thank you for your concern. I just didn't rest well."

"Your fingernail crevices..." Xu Shuo's gaze suddenly dropped, "they're yellowing."

"..."

"As a hotel attendant, you need to take care of your personal appearance and hygiene," he said while taking a sip of his coffee.

"Yes, sir." The male waiter bowed his head.

Xu Shuo said nothing more, and after the male waiter withdrew, he quickly left and stood behind the front desk, his heart still racing as he glanced over at the booth.

Could this person be the target of his mission this time?

As he pondered, the male waiter looked at his own fingers.

Compared to the average attendant, he was noticeably thinner and paler, and indeed, the color of his fingernails was not very healthy.

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