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Chapter 140 - 25: Hanfu Beauty Bai Feifei

Chapter 140: Chapter 25: Hanfu Beauty Bai Feifei


"If you find it boring, you can sit on the couch over there."


"When I’m about to leave, I’ll come find you."


"But don’t leave early, otherwise... the promise won’t be fulfilled."


Yang Xintian pointed out a spot for him. Then, arm in arm with Xiang Zixuan, she left, laughing and talking.


Sun Dasheng found it a bit amusing. Did that girl really think ’that thing’ was enough to get a hold on me?


However, he had no intention of leaving, as he found the place quite interesting. In the past, he had been so focused on work that he never had time for these kinds of role-playing games.


He went to the front desk and bought a ticket for three hundred yuan. Many people were here to play, and before long, a brand-new murder mystery group was assembled. He flipped through the script he was given; it was a historical detective story. The content seemed well-written, with no obvious plot holes on the surface. The story progressed logically and coherently.


A staff member first led the group to the props room to change into costumes and makeup. Then, they were brought to the game area. After a bit of time to familiarize themselves with their roles, the murder mystery officially began.


Sun Dasheng drew the murderer card.


The objective of this game was to use the available clues to identify the ’murderer’. If the side of justice succeeded, they would win. Conversely, if the murderer managed to escape, they would be victorious.


"Wait a moment!"


Not long after they started, two uninvited guests arrived: a man and a woman. The man was dashing and suave, while the woman was as beautiful as a Heavenly Immortal. Both were dressed in historical costumes, apparently having just finished another game.


"Excuse me, sir, how can I help you? This game has already started. If you’re looking for someone or have other business, please wait until this session is over," a staff member said, politely trying to turn them away.


The young man ignored the employee and addressed the players directly. "Is anyone willing to give up their role? We need one male and one female character, preferably a constable or a master detective."


His words were immediately met with a wave of scorn. Everyone here obviously loved playing murder mystery games, so why would anyone give up their spot?


"If you want to start a new game, go wait at the front desk. Don’t cause trouble here and ruin our fun."


"Exactly! Show some basic manners. Can’t you see our game has already started?"


The young man seemed unfazed by the jeers and spoke again. "I’m willing to offer one thousand yuan to anyone willing to give up their role."


Who would have thought his words would stir up a hornet’s nest? Although the ticket was only three hundred yuan, and a compensation of three times that amount seemed high, it all depended on the location. In a place like Dahu City, what could one thousand yuan really buy you? True enjoyment is priceless. No one was willing to give up their role for a thousand yuan.


Seeing that the crowd remained unmoved, he held up two fingers. "Two thousand."


This time, someone in the crowd responded. "Stop adding a thousand at a time. If you’re that desperate for our spots, just name your price. Offer three thousand. For ten times the original price, I’m sure someone will be interested."


And what do you know? The Jiaqian Jushi had arrived, albeit a bit late. The "someone" he’d mentioned was likely himself.


Sure enough, when the young man nodded and said, "Three thousand a ticket, I need two," the man who had spoken immediately offered up his script. He even took off his costume and placed it neatly in front of the newcomer. After receiving the money, he beamed and said, "Thanks, boss."


If only I could run into more of these rich fools, he was probably thinking.


Soon after, a woman also agreed to give up her role for three thousand yuan.


Sun Dasheng had remained silent throughout this farce, his gaze fixed on the woman in the historical costume. She was the same woman he had met once before, the one who was with Xiao Shao.


That was right—the young man in front of him was Xiao Shao.


The two of them gave him a strange impression. They didn’t seem like a couple. Although they stood together, they maintained a clear distance. They appeared to be acquainted, yet he could see a sense of remoteness on the woman’s face.


How strange!


Pushing the thought aside, he refocused his attention on his script.


"Bai Feifei, I got the script you like," Xiao Shao boasted, trying to take credit. So, the reason he had paid such a high price to cut in line was to please the woman beside him.


"Thank you," the woman replied calmly, offering nothing more. Her expression was neutral, showing neither joy nor sadness as she focused on reading the script in her hands.


They weren’t given much time, as some of the other guests were growing impatient.


The murder mystery game restarted.


The script was high-quality, and everyone was having a great time. Unfortunately, even by the end, the group still hadn’t managed to find the ’murderer’.


Only when the game master announced that the murderer had won did everyone’s gaze turn to the ’murderer’ standing in their midst.


It was Sun Dasheng—the very person who had been the most active in trying to solve the case and had provided the most useful clues.


"How could he be the murderer?!"


Even after the reveal, everyone was still in disbelief. Any of them being the murderer would have been more believable. One after another, they came over to add him on WeChat, telling him how well he played and that they should play together again sometime.


Sun Dasheng cheerfully added them. He had two WeChat accounts anyway: one for close friends and family, and the other for everyone else.


Finally, a woman with a graceful, slender figure walked up to him.


"You’re very good at these games. Can I add you as a friend? My name is Bai Feifei."


Sun Dasheng looked up and saw the costumed beauty from before. Standing beside her was her devoted escort, though his expression was anything but pleased.


Sun Dasheng paid no mind to the man’s sour face and simply smiled. "Sure. I’m Sun Dasheng."