There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

The Capital Commandant did not make a sound to stop this action, so Xu Shuo stepped forward directly, unwrapping the blood-soaked bandage from Manager Zhang's left arm and shoulder.

Between his shoulder and arm was a blur of flesh and blood, which had not been systematically treated, just simply bandaged to stop the bleeding.

"I have medical tools in my suitcase, could you help me fetch them?" Xu Shuo looked up to the soldier standing behind the chairs.

But after he finished speaking, the soldiers in the interrogation room remained unresponsive, as if they heard nothing.

Helpless, Xu Shuo turned his head toward the Capital Commandant and continued, "I need those tools to examine his wound, and you see he's lost so much blood, he probably won't last through many questions."

Translation: This person could die.

Second Translation: He won't last under torture.

Third Translation: Making contact with this person could afford an opportunity to pass on a message.

Fourth Translation: He is an important member of the organization; we can't just watch him die.

The Capital Commandant's expression remained indifferent, but with a casual glance at a soldier by the door, who understood and turned to go out.

Not long afterward, Xu Shuo's entire large suitcase had been brought over.

He opened the suitcase and took out neatly wrapped acupuncture needles from a hidden compartment. Besides the needles, there were also some delicate surgical blades and tweezers.

"Who treated this wound for you?" Xu Shuo casually asked as he picked up the tools.

"The hotel reception, they have an emergency medical kit here," Manager Zhang said through gritted teeth, his face pale with pain.

Then, the Capital Commandant glanced again at the soldier by the door.

The soldier turned and left, and very quickly brought the receptionist, who was holding the medical kit, looking nervous and too frightened to speak.

She thought she was there to help the guest who had been shot, but when she entered, she saw the refined gentleman who had requested a room change treating the man's wound.

Standing up with the tools in hand, Xu Shuo said with a warm smile, "I don't have gauze or medicinal spirits here, I might need to use yours."

"Oh, oh!" The receptionist hastily handed over the medical kit.

But before Xu Shuo could take it, the Capital Commandant intercepted their exchange and took the medical kit from the receptionist's hands.

The receptionist did not understand what was happening and could only watch helplessly.

The Capital Commandant opened the medical kit and expressionlessly checked everything inside, not even sparing the clean gauze, as if expecting to find writing on them. He did not stop until he had unpacked a whole roll of gauze.

Xu Shuo watched in silence as he unpacked, then picked up the medicinal spirits from the ground and pressed a soaked cotton ball to Manager Zhang's wound.

Manager Zhang immediately gasped for breath at the sharp pain.

"Bear with it a little."

"Thank you..." Manager Zhang's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and although he couldn't swear, he still had to express his gratitude.

After cleaning the bloodstained area with the medicinal spirits, the wound on the arm became clearer.

The bullet seemed to have grazed his arm, so there were no bullet fragments left behind, only the top layer of flesh had been torn off, and there was no serious cavity damage nor was the bone harmed.

The wound around the edge was turned outwards, presenting a deep red color from the cauterization, looking quite ferocious as blood continued to ooze out.

The Capital Commandant stood at the side of the chair watching, staring intensely at the ghastly wound without a word, resembling a pervert with a peculiar hobby.

After examining it, Xu Shuo nodded and said, "Indeed, it's a gunshot wound. Capital Commandant, at that time you... "

"Gunshot wound," the Capital Commandant said lightly.

"Uh, was the location the same?" Xu Shuo paused, perplexed.

"Too dark, didn't notice."

"..."

This didn't sound like the Capital Commandant's style.

However, the story of being injured by an opponent was something he made up on the spot, not even the aide was seriously hurt.

Xu Shuo, being the man involved, knew better than anyone else, but his face showed considerable distress as he frowned at Manager Zhang's wound, seemingly deep in thought about the connection.

Yet, for the person concerned, Manager Zhang's heart skipped a beat.

The conversation between the two men seemed disjointed, but taking into account the separation of injured military personnel from civilians, coupled with the intense interrogation they were subjecting these three severely injured guests to, and recalling what was asked of that unlucky soul before he was carried out—

It wasn't hard to guess the reason.

It was likely that during the blackout, someone was injured by the Capital Commandant in the fray on the second floor and was now being sought after.

By a strange coincidence, his arm too had been grazed by a bullet...

Listening now, the wound seemed to be in a similar location to that of the person who escaped from the Capital Commandant's grasp, which made him highly suspect.

Damn it! How could this be such a coincidence?!

Manager Zhang's fingers nervously curled slightly, his expression shifting, and when he suddenly noticed the Capital Commandant watching him, a wave of alertness surged in his heart.

He mustered his strength and said, "Capital Commandant, I truly remained in the hotel lobby the entire time. After getting injured, there were several people standing next to me, all businessmen accompanying me. You can ask them."

"Perhaps those people are in cahoots with you," the Capital Commandant said coldly, looking at him.

"Um, I did know a few of them from before, considering my line of work here," Manager Zhang continued with clenched teeth. "But there were many others around who saw me; you can go ask them!"

"After the power outage, it was too dark to see properly. Who would really pay attention to whether or not it was you?" the Capital Commandant sneered.

"….." Manager Zhang grew even paler.

"Speak, what is your objective." The Capital Commandant reached out and gripped his throat, forcing the man to lift his chin and look directly at him.

"….." Manager Zhang found himself at a loss for words.

Clearly, he had not yet realized the Capital Commandant's obstinate nature, nor was he aware of the man's way of thinking.

Perhaps already convinced that this person was the one who had fought with the Capital Commandant on the second floor, Xu Shuo refrained from interrupting the interrogation and restrained from showing any unnecessary compassion.

He calmly accepted the tools passed to him by the receptionist, helping this man—who might soon endure a harsh interrogation—treat his wound.

The bleeding had been successfully stopped, and once the medication was applied and suturing completed, the bandages could be rewrapped.

But while trimming away the necrotic flesh and blood, Xu Shuo abruptly "Hmm"ed.

The Capital Commandant glanced over.

Leaning close to his ear, Xu Shuo whispered, "Capital Commandant, some parts of his smaller wounds are very neat, making me think they were caused by a sharp instrument. Do you think we've misunderstood him? Perhaps he wasn't the one on the second floor?"

"….."

He pretended to whisper secretively, yet Manager Zhang nearby heard every clear and distinct word!

Misunderstood your @#￥%...#*!

At that moment, Manager Zhang nearly had a heart attack!

He would rather be mistakenly identified as the perpetrator from the second floor than have it confirmed that something was unusual about his wound—it wasn't a bullet injury!

Although the result might not differ much, the major issue was that the secret he had desperately concealed might be exposed because of this!

Being mistaken for that person, he could still make excuses; after all, even the Capital Commandant himself said he couldn't remember the exact location of the wound—worst case, he'd just endure a severe beating.

Eventually, they might give up if they couldn't extract any information from him.

But if there was something odd about the wound—

Your injury was clearly caused by a sharp instrument, so why disguise it as a gunshot?

You're definitely hiding something!

This wasn't a situation that could just be overlooked with a beating; this was the kind of scenario where if they couldn't get results, they'd beat him to death!

Manager Zhang glared furiously at the physician.

Yet from an angle unseen by others, the warm and scholarly young physician shot a meaningful, curious glance back at him.

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You're definitely hiding something!