Chapter 22 Unknown

Looking at the player interface of the deceased Zhen Po, there was still a countdown to the tradeable time.

Almost two days and one night of game time, this countdown had not ended after six hours.

This was very unusual compared to Lu Xiaoyao's game, where he could buy it after one day and one night.

"What's wrong?"

After Da Yao left, Mu Chen came forward. Mingmei was thinking seriously, and when she looked up, she saw Mu Chen's chin, and her face suddenly turned red. Even though the two were separated by a food table, Mingmei still took a step back with a guilty conscience.

She always felt that if she looked up, she would not be able to help but do something to him.

"It's nothing, just thinking about tonight."

Mingmei pretended to be calm, lowered her eyes, and couldn't help but glance at him again. She saw Mu Chen starting to eat all sorts of things again in the middle of the night.

He had just eaten a stomach full of fruit and now he was here to drink milk.

"I'm thinking too."

In between sips of milk, Mu Chen spoke to Mingmei, then threw the crushed ice from the chilled wine into the milk, drank the rest of the milk in one gulp, and slowly said, "The plot ahead should not be peaceful."

"How so?"

"Tonight, there are still chives and chicken cutlet bento boxes left among the remaining players. By the same token, no one will die tonight. The housekeeper will find a way to get rid of them during the day. Even if they hide during the day..." Mu Chen smiled at Mingmei and asked, "Favorability still determines who the heir is, so the behavior of barely surviving seems redundant."

Mingmei was shocked, and then let out a soft sigh.

Yes, Mu Chen also knew this principle, but what about the other players?

Everyone wasn't stupid, even Mingmei herself had taken the lead in questioning her own bento box.

"So that's why you didn't buy the chives and chicken cutlet bento box?"

"No." Mu Chen noticed that Mingmei seemed to have misunderstood something. "I mean, this plot has already begun to change because of the bento box, like Zhen Po's death during the day."

When Mu Chen said this, Mingmei couldn't help but look directly into his dark eyes.

It was as if she was gazing into the abyss, and by the same token, the "abyss" was also gazing at her.

It made her feel inexplicably flustered, and her heart couldn't help but beat wildly.

"You mean..."

"Tomorrow... you'll probably know." Mu Chen smiled, leaned forward, deliberately brought his face close to Mingmei, and finished speaking with a slightly flirtatious voice. Looking at Mingmei's fluttering eyelashes, it told him how flustered the person in front of him was beneath the calm exterior.

As if unwilling to give up, Mingmei suddenly glared at the man in front of her "fiercely", and then whispered, "Why are your earlobes red?"

Mu Chen: "..."

Flirting is a two-way street.

Mu Chen made Mingmei's heart flutter, and he was about the same.

Being exposed by Mingmei like this, he couldn't hold back his expression. He coughed lightly and immediately stood up straight, his eyes wandering elsewhere, as if looking for a topic to divert attention.

Soon, he turned his attention to Da Yao again: "So, she had to come out."

Mu Chen didn't look for Mingmei tonight. Mingmei, like the other players, closed her eyes and opened them again to start a new day.

Rumors about "throwing dung" upstairs spread in the kitchen again. This time, Mingmei seemed very calm when she heard it.

However, this time the rumor seemed to have evolved into a new version.

"Is there a ghost in that Master Po's previous room?"

Mingmei was puzzled when she heard this rumor. Who spread it? It's so outrageous!

"That's right, otherwise why would the same room smell so bad twice!"

Cook A said as she poured the baked bread onto a large iron plate. "I heard that Young Master Jia slept in that room last night, and this morning, oh my~ it's said to be exactly the same as when Master Po was there yesterday!"

Mingmei remembered that Lou Jia and Julian were originally sleeping in the same room, probably because of the bento box, Lou Jia went to the empty room to avoid smelling Julian so badly that he couldn't sleep.

However, in this way, Julian also missed an opportunity for a ghost's-eye view.

"Hey, who is so bad, throwing dung every day."

The cooks rarely get to go upstairs to join in the fun. They all heard it from other servants.

The other servants who went upstairs to clean should have been silenced by the housekeeper and no one dared to tell the truth, but they really wanted to share some content, so this is how it evolved.

Cook B sighed, "Who knows?"

Mingmei's eyes turned to Cook C, who didn't speak sarcastically or make sarcastic remarks today. She saw her listening honestly, but her eyes were always flickering, which showed that she was uneasy.

Seeing her like this, Mingmei observed and followed suit, saying as if adding to the fun, "It's okay to just throw dung, but what if someone dies again? Didn't someone die in that room yesterday?"

After speaking, Mingmei clearly noticed that Cook C's hand holding the things trembled slightly, and the expression on her face turned slightly pale. It seemed that she really knew something.

During lunch, Mingmei kept staring at her movements.

Yesterday, Da Yao said that she suspected that Zhen Po had accidentally eaten something, and with Cook C's reaction, could it be that she did something to him when eating lunch yesterday?

Sure enough, just as Cook C turned around to get the previously baked bread, the white powder on her hand made Mingmei's pupils shrink instantly. Just as she wanted to take a closer look, she heard a shout from the side!

"What are you doing? What's in your hand?!" Lou Jia had escaped a disaster last night. He had seen Zhen Po's poisoning and death yesterday afternoon.

The only way to get poisoned was to come into contact with it or enter the body, so he paid close attention to his food this morning. These cooks were naturally the focus of his attention.

Therefore, he naturally noticed Cook C's small movements.

Flipping over the table, Lou Jia grabbed Cook C and pinned her hands behind her back. Instantly, the surrounding scene became chaotic.

With Lou Jia's movements and shouts, the other players also gathered around. Mingmei mixed in with the other NPCs and retreated to a safe edge to observe everything.

It wasn't until the housekeeper rushed over that the powder in Cook C's hand had been taken out by the players in advance, and Cook C had been tied up with her hands behind her back and pressed to the ground.

"What's going on?" The housekeeper looked at the embarrassed cook on the ground with a cold expression, and raised his eyes to ask the several heir candidates.

"She wanted to poison us, this powder is the evidence."

"Did you check the powder?"

"We just made her eat the powder in her hand, and then she confessed to poisoning us."

Da Yao said, staring closely at the expression on the housekeeper's face. Seeing that he didn't show any panic, he calmly turned his gaze to Cook C again.

The way he looked at Cook C was without any fluctuation, like looking at a dead object.

"Now that it's been investigated clearly, just handle it according to the rules."

"Sir!" Cook C looked up at the housekeeper in disbelief, but saw a bewitching light flashing in the depths of his eyes at this moment. She opened her mouth, but in the end, she didn't say what she wanted to say.

She still couldn't say it!

"Wait a minute!"