I'm just acting like a pervert, I'm actually a good prisoner

Since the facts were set, Xie Qi had to make the next plan.

Fortunately, the side quest only asked him to prepare the ingredients, and did not say that he had to kill the man himself, so the progress of the quest also reached 2/7.

Although he got points without doing anything, Xie Qi was not happy.

This plot development without any drama was not what the audience wanted to see.

He put his hand on his chin and stared at the corpse of the rich businessman thinking.

The rich businessman was fat and bled a lot. Now the floor of the house was full of his blood.

This also made it more difficult for Xie Qi to clean up the scene.

Originally, the rich businessman was asked to go to the kitchen at 10 o'clock tonight, thinking that it would be easier to deal with the body there, so that it would not flow everywhere and be discovered.

But now the guest room has become like this, it is impossible to cover it up as if nothing happened.

What should I do?

Xie Qi stroked the corner of his lips with his fingertips and pulled it up, and the sharp teeth in his mouth pressed on his lips.

Feeling the sharp pain, Xie Qi laughed softly.

"Okay, let's start moving the gifts that others have given me."

After saying that, he took his hand off and found that his fingertips were stained with blood.

It seems that his action just now caused his lips to be bitten by his teeth. Because this body has no sense of taste, he didn't feel it.

Feeling a bit wasteful, he put his fingertips to his mouth and licked them with his tongue. Seeing that it became clean, Xie Qi wiped it clean with the handkerchief in his pocket with satisfaction.

Then Xie Qi turned around and locked the door of this room first, so that no little cutie would happen to see it during his absence.

First he went back to the room, put away his clothes and knife, and then went downstairs to the kitchen to get a clean body bag. In order to prevent the floor from being dirty like yesterday, he also brought a few more just in case. When the time comes, he will wrap it with a few more layers, and there should be no bleeding.

The audience saw that Xie Qi was like a hardworking laborer, dragging the rich businessman into the body bag in the room, and was careful not to let the bag get blood.

Then he clapped his hands, took out another pen from his pocket, and pulled out a piece of paper from the desk.

A fancy and complicated English font appeared on the blank paper.

The audience who saw what was written on it all admired the chef's bad taste.

They all talked about how the chef's brain was different from that of ordinary people.

After writing the words, Xie Qi exerted force and the bag was carried on his shoulders.

There was no way. Although this body was very strong, it was very tiring to carry a fat man weighing nearly 300 kilograms for such a long distance.

So he could only slightly destroy his image.

It was almost the early morning of the next day.

Xie Qi handled the ingredients neatly and cleaned up the kitchen to avoid Nicaros complaining when he went to work tomorrow.

He admired himself for being so caring. While Xie Qi tidied his sleeves, he kept thinking about the content of tomorrow's game.

He wanted to continue playing cards with the guests, but he was afraid that the audience would get tired of it.

In order to make things more interesting, Xie Qi came up with a good idea.

This idea did not come out of nowhere. He had carefully observed everyone during the day and was keenly aware that they must have known each other before and had a certain understanding of each other, but when they first arrived at the villa, they pretended to be unfamiliar.

Then there is something to dig.

What makes a group of refugees pretend to be strangers to each other?

Xie Qi touched his chin and smiled silently in the dark corridor.

Haha, let him help them.

Time passed by minute by minute to the next day.

The sun rose from the east, but just as it was about to show its head, it was almost scared back by a high-decibel sound.

Xie Qi was woken up again, and although he was prepared today, because he slept late, dark circles still stubbornly hung on his face.

This time the sound was very close to him, it was from the second floor.

Not long after, there were chaotic footsteps in the corridor. It should be that the guests were called out by the sound and came out to check what happened.

As soon as everyone went out, they saw Bailey lying on the ground, his body still shaking, and he pointed at the rich businessman's room and said, "Blood! It's all blood! Someone is dead!"

Hearing this, police officer Saul frowned and quickly pulled away the people in front of him, wanting to go into the room to check.

Others knew his profession and made way for him.

In a space similar to their room, large pools of blood coagulated on the floor. Because it had been a while, the red was also black.

The amount of blood was so large that if it all came from one person, that person must be dead.

Saul discovered this immediately. He saw a chair lying on the side, which looked like it had been knocked over by someone.

He stepped out first and askedDid anyone hear any noise last night?

Others shook their heads, saying that they had already gone to bed and heard nothing.

Song Nan, who was standing by the door, seemed to have seen something. He raised his eyebrows and pointed to a note on the desk and said, "Look, what is that? Is it a letter?"

Following the direction she pointed, others also saw the paper.

Sol hadn't looked up just now, nor did he find anything else, so he returned to the room, carefully avoided the bloodstains, and picked up the paper on the desk.

The gorgeous font came into his sight, and he carefully identified it and finally saw what was written:

【It's your turn ~ ❤】

Without reading the content, just reading the text is very pleasing to the eye, and the last sentence also outlines a heart in fancy font.

But Sol didn't have the heart to appreciate it. Seeing that he didn't say anything, the people outside called him to come out quickly.

"What are you looking at? What's written on it?"

Brussels was straightforward. When Sol came out with the note, he snatched it away.

When he saw the words clearly, his dark face turned blue.

He threw the paper away as if his hand was burned, and wiped it on his clothes.

Seeing his big reaction, others didn't dare to touch the note.

Only Phil looked disdainful, put one hand in his pocket, and bent down with the other hand to pick it up.

"What, what's wrong? Why even you..."

Annie hid aside and asked in a low voice.

Although Phil's face was not as bad as Brussels's, he also had a complicated expression, and he stuffed the note to Annie.

Song Nan also came to Annie's side, and the two read the note together.

In the end, Bailey was left lying on the ground, and no one cared about him. He looked terrified, and he had completely lost his previous calmness.

Sol had already digested the shock brought to him by the note, turned his head and looked at the people present, and couldn't help asking Brussels: "Where is Sophia? Why didn't she come out?"

Brussels was still biting his cheek, and it was obvious that he hadn't recovered yet.

But when he heard the question, he smiled knowingly: "She was too tired last night, so I let her rest for a while."

"I didn't expect you to still think about this at this time?"

Phil leaned against the wall with his arms folded, mocking.