Chapter 721: Chapter 721: The Temptation of Tomorrow’s Inn
Down the stairs to the first floor, there is a small hall, with a front desk and small sofas for relaxation, used to welcome guests.
At this moment, two men are sitting on the sofa conversing.
“Detective, look at this awful weather, it seems we won’t be able to leave again today,” said the man in a grey trench coat.
The other man, a middle-aged man sporting a mustache replied, “I will not leave until all criminals are arrested and the case is closed, Doctor.”
“That shouldn’t take too much time, you’ve already apprehended two suspects.”
“That isn’t certain since the killers are always very cunning…”
Clearly, these two NPCs are the Detective and the Doctor.
There was also a sturdy middle-aged woman, bustling back and forth between the kitchen and the dining area with dishes, an agile worker who appeared to be the head of cooking and serving.
Bai Youwei looked around and asked Zhu Shu next to her, “Where are Yan Qingwen and Lin Kui?”
“They are in the detective’s room, and they are not allowed to interact with other players,” Zhu Shu glanced out at the heavy rain, “They are merely suspects for now. If the real culprit is still not arrested when the rain stops, the detective will formally arrest Yan Qingwen and Lin Kui, take them away from this inn, which means they will be eliminated from the game.”
“When will the rain stop?”
As they walked and talked, they arrived at the dining area, the lighting was as dim as the corridor, with each lamp barely emitting a faint and yellowish light.
The cook, probably because of the darkness, had placed four candlesticks on the table. The candlelight cast a gloss over the food in the dishes, making the simple dishes look somewhat appetizing.
Some cornflakes with milk, accompanied by slices of bacon and sausages, and boiled beetroots in water.
A strange combination.
Bai Youwei was thankful that she had eaten a vegetarian bun before coming here.
They took their seats in the dining area. 15 chairs were set up along the long dining table, Zhu Shu and Su Man asked Bai Youwei to sit in the middle, and they sat on either side of her.
Bai Youwei scanned all the individuals at the table, blatantly observing every single one.
The other people were sizing her up too.
She ignored them and continued to observe the guests at the table without hiding her actions or avoiding anyone’s gaze.
“If this was a scene in a novel, it would be a great start,” Mr Robert picked up the metal soup spoon and slopped two spoonfuls of beans in tomato sauce into his plate, “… a peaceful morning, a mysterious guest suddenly visits and joins everyone for breakfast, …”
“No way~ I can’t stomach a breakfast ,” Bai Youwei said seriously, “I don’t mean to critique local food culture, but I can’t eat this stuff, let’s just say I am here to enjoy the view.”
After a two-second pause, she turned to Mr. Robert and asked, “You’re British, right? Your bean-scraping motion comes very naturally, it seems you’re used to this style of food? At this table, only you, the gentleman wearing the plaid shirt, and the bald-headed gentleman on the left had these beans. Do you come from the same place? Are you companions?”
Mr. Robert’s soup-spoon wielding motion stopped abruptly.
The man wearing the plaid shirt, as well as the bald-headed man on the left, also tensed momentarily, instinctively looking to Robert for his reaction.
“Oh…” Bai Youwei realized, “It seems you’re not just companions but you’re their leader! Look, they instinctively look at your face when there’s a situation.
I think everyone should be honest, why must we pretend not to know each other? That’s just awkward~”