After Xu Shuo finished dealing with cannon fodder Zhan Qian, he turned around and followed the system instructions and went downstairs to his room.
Those players have probably finished exploring their own rooms long ago, and maybe they have found some supplies. He is the only one who still doesn't know what the place he lives in is like, and whether there is any evidence of his identity in it.
Before the meeting ended, the conscientious housekeeper NPC gave a key time point.
Ten p.m!
And now there is still an hour and a half until ten o'clock.
Once the time passes, all the monsters and ghosts may come out and dance wildly, and he needs to make some preparations to deal with it.
The chef's room is on the right side of the first floor, near the stairs. There are three rooms here, probably all for servants.
Xu Shuo pushed the door open and locked it smoothly.
After taking a rough look at the layout of the room, Xu Shuo began to look for "his" things. As a result, both the table and the closet were clean and there were no unnecessary things.
There were several cookbooks on the table, which showed signs of being frequently read. It seemed that the murderer was quite serious about being a chef before committing the murder. Even the open notebooks contained improved recipes.
So, did he come to work as a chef out of hatred, or did he become a chef and then become a chef?
Xu Shuo looked through his notebook boredly. In addition to recipe improvements, there were some jottings on it. For example, the housekeeper said that his husband would like to eat sweet and sour fish tomorrow, or that another little chef wanted to ask him for advice on cooking.
There is no trace of the owner's emotional tendencies at all.
But before a person kills someone, there can be no movement at all, unless he is a psychopath who does not think through his brain.
There were no extra clues on the table, and apart from the neatly folded clothes, there was nothing suspicious found in the closet.
Xu Shuo was sitting on the bed, meditating, and suddenly thought of something. He bent down and looked under the bed.
There was a box quietly placed at the deepest part of the dark and narrow bed.
Oh? Found the target!
Xu Shuo quickly moved the iron box out, and was surprised to find that the lid was locked by an old-fashioned lock.
Xu Shuo: "..."
He paused for a while, then got up and left the room, walked through the living room and dining room with ease in the dark night, and went to the kitchen to get a kitchen knife.
After returning to the room and locking the door again, Xu Shuo chopped down the lock.
"Crack!"
The lock made an overwhelming sound, and the spring inside relaxed. He then chopped a few more times to completely remove the lock.
After solving the lock, Xu Shuo opened the box and first saw a withered rose.
The roses that have turned into dark red, withered and rotten, lie quietly on a white dress. The deep red and pale colors embellish a melancholy picture.
[Congratulations to the player for triggering the character mission: Zhang Shou.]
The system suddenly dinged.
Xu Shuo paused, opened the system's task panel and looked at it, and found that this was not a main task that must be completed, and there were not even clear task requirements.
But the chef's identity information has been completely disclosed to him, and the role task of "Zhang Shou" appears in the form of a card. There is a progress bar below the card, which is currently empty.
I don't know what will happen if it is filled up.
…
Night falls.
All the lights in the manor were extinguished, leaving only a dim light at the end of both sides of the corridor in the villa, but it did not play a role in illuminating the person's face at all, and added a bit of gloominess.
Soon, a certain door was gently opened, and then, the petite figure walked out of the room and turned into another corridor in the night.
When passing the master bedroom, the figure seemed to glance at the door, but did not stop. He went straight to the door of the room at the far end of the corridor, turned the door handle, opened the door and walked in.
Then there was the sound of the door locking from inside.
At this time, in the room near the corridor, Zhan Qian stopped listening and continued to focus on the table in front of her.
She dug out everything she had brought and looked at it. Except for a letter of entrustment from the owner of the manor, the rest were all kinds of weird props needed for the occult.
Here’s the problem, the photographer doesn’t know how to take pictures, so as a mysticist, she doesn’t know anything about mysticism either!
Tarot cards, crosses, crystals, candles... what are these?
Can you help find the ghost?
In fact, there may be a more important question: is she a liar?
After all, modern society...forget it, why do we do science after we have traveled through time?
Zhan Qian sorted out her belongings. The letter of entrustment given to her by the owner of the manor tactfully stated that a mysterious phenomenon had occurred in her manor and asked her to come over to investigate. Other than that, there was no extra information.
It is a very normal confidential letter of entrustment.
"This game is too abominable. It doesn't give any information at the beginning!" Zhan Qian gritted her teeth and put down the commission letter and picked up her pile of mysterious items.
She strung up the cross and put it on emphatically.
Although I don't know if the things used to deal with vampires are useful against ghosts, I just brought them with me. Then I lit up the simple white candle and held it in my hand as a face-to-face tool.
Zhan Qian, who was well prepared, walked to the door of the room. After hesitating for a while, she returned to the room and sat down.
"It's only ten o'clock now, maybe the ghosts haven't come out yet." Zhan Qian muttered in a low voice, but there was nothing wrong with just sitting, so she dug up her backpack without giving up.
…
At the same time, on the other side, it was almost the same conversation.
"The lights have just been turned off, and people probably haven't slept yet."
"Then let's take a break first so that we can be more energetic later."
"You sleep on the floor."
"..."
Because they were lovers, Tan Xiaohe and Yang Ming lived in the same guest room.
After entering the door, Yang Ming checked the tablet he brought with him. It turned out that not to mention bugs, there were not even cameras installed in the entire villa.
Yang Ming thought about it: "What kind of situation do you have that makes you so arrogant that you don't install cameras even when you have so many servants?"
Qin Xiaohe leaned on the bed and said casually while playing with his mobile phone: "Maybe there is a ghost in the villa."
"..."
After saying this, the room suddenly fell into silence. It was so dark that only the computer screen illuminated and the low volume of the mobile game played, which was extremely strange.
Suddenly, Qin Xiaohe looked at the man sitting on the ground strangely, and sneered: "You are not afraid of ghosts, are you?"
Yang Ming's expression was awkward: "No."
Then, to prevent this woman from continuing to ridicule him, Yang Ming quickly changed the topic: "What do you think will happen if you fail to complete the main mission?"
"I don't know." Tan Xiaohe played the game in a boring way and said, "I don't want to try it anyway."
"I don't want to either."
"So don't hold me back."
"..."
Yang Ming felt really tired to have such a venomous teammate, but fortunately they only had one mission, and they had a variety of very practical props to assist them, so they should be able to complete the mission quickly.
