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

At noon, Mrs. Custer did not show up, and there were only seven of them at the table.

This disappointed everyone who wanted to ask Mrs. Custer about Stock.

Yesterday, because of Phil, they were unable to explore the villa, and today, Stock disappeared. An ominous premonition lingered in everyone's heart.

Bailey strongly requested that they do not wait until the evening, and that they search the villa carefully now. He did not believe that a living person could be hidden so perfectly.

There were a few people who supported him, but more people still wanted to wait and see.

After all, everything was just their speculation. Although the chef was very suspicious at present, Anne asked if he really did it, why did he take the initiative to admit it? Isn't this confessing himself?

Anne speculated Xie Qi's thoughts according to normal people's logic, and others also felt that there was some truth in it.

Which murderer would not hide the fact that he killed someone well? Unless he was mentally ill, who would tell people that he killed someone?

"But even if he didn't kill the man, he must know something about Stoke's disappearance!"

Bailey has regained his composure, pushed his glasses, and his eyes are sharp.

He turned his head and looked at the absent-minded Brussels and said, "It may be very risky for you to meet him tonight. Otherwise, we will follow you and run away immediately if anything goes wrong."

"What? You want me to run away?"

Brussels didn't hear anything else, just listened and ran away.

"Don't treat me as a weak chicken like you, like a chef, I can beat three people by myself!"

It seems that he has silently estimated the combat power of both sides in his heart, otherwise he would not have come up with the number three.

Seeing that he couldn't listen, Bailey's forehead was also full of black lines.

This man wants to die, and no one can stop him. Anyway, they don't have much friendship, so it's useless to say more.

Ignoring the black man whose only physique could be seen, Bailey turned to Song Nan who could follow his train of thought and said, "What should we do? Should we start searching the villa now, or wait until night to follow the chef?"

Song Nan had also been thinking, his eyes as calm as water.

"Don't worry, let's first determine whether Stoke is missing or dead. Judging from the amount of blood in the room upstairs, I tend to think he is dead, but why is it necessary to take away a dead body? And after taking it away, there is a pool of blood left on the ground. Even if you want to create a situation where someone is missing, this pool of blood is too conspicuous."

Sol continued, "I also think it is very suspicious. No matter how I think about it, I can't understand the murderer's purpose."

"Maybe the murderer just wants us to suspect and then fall into panic?" Anne put forward her opinion from the perspective of a novelist.

"Huh? If that's the case, then the murderer is too perverted, right? How did you think of this situation?"

Seeing that Brussels did not agree with her opinion, he turned around and suspected her.

Anne looked panicked, clasping her hands together in front of her chest: "That's right, it just suddenly occurred to me..."

"Okay! Don't scare her. You don't have a brain, so you don't allow others to think?" Song Nan stepped forward to block Anne behind him.

"Who are you saying is brainless, you bitch?"

Seeing that they were about to quarrel again, Bailey and Sol hurried forward to smooth things over.

Phil sat alone on one side. Because of what he said in the game just now, he was being isolated by everyone.

But he was very comfortable, as if it wasn't others who were isolating him, but he was isolating them all.

Phil's eyes swept over the six people one by one, and finally fell on Brussels.

He lowered his head and laughed quickly, and he didn't know what he was thinking of.

Only Anne heard his laughter and turned to look at him.

The speed of the two people looking at each other was very short. If it weren't for the playback function in the live broadcast room, even the audience wouldn't notice it.

[Something's wrong, something's wrong with these two people. ]

[Did they have a good relationship from the beginning? I saw them standing together several times. ]

[I noticed it a long time ago. Didn't I see this white-haired guy being aggressive towards everyone, even the chef, but never this woman? ]

[But he never was aggressive towards that short-haired woman either. This alone doesn't mean anything, right? ]

[Wow - a domineering rich second-generation and a two-faced witch novelist. I'm so surprised! ]

[Two-faced witch? What's up? Is there something else that my distinguished Class B citizen hasn't seen? ]

[I suggest turning the camera to Anne's room at night. You can see all kinds of deaths in the world (dog head)]

Everyone has their own thoughts, and it's hard to reach a consensus on one thing.

Bailey still wants to search the villa, but the others are afraid of alerting the enemy and don't agree to start now.

And he's afraid of meeting those weird servants alone, so he agrees to go out at night, and they follow Brussels together.As for Brussels' protest, no one cared.

They didn't really care about his life, but now they had one less person, one less fighting force. In this strange villa, it was best not to lose more people.

Before going back upstairs, Sol and Bailey went to the door and tried for a long time to make sure that the door of the villa was locked and they couldn't open it by their own strength.

This added a cloud to their already worried minds.

Xie Qi didn't say when he would go to find Brussels at night, so everyone decided that someone would guard the door every hour and listen carefully to the sounds in the corridor outside.

After the chef knocked on Brussels' door and wanted to take him away, they would call them out one by one.

They also told Brussels that if the chef wanted to hurt him, he should shout and they would immediately open the door and rush out.

Feeling that he was treated as a woman, Brussels looked ugly. He didn't agree or refuse, so others thought he was just embarrassed.

Now that the battle plan was made, everyone went back to their rooms.

Time passed by.

During this period, everyone stood guard at the door according to the scheduled time, and the time gradually reached 10 o'clock.

At this time, Song Nan was guarding the door. She put her ears on the door, her eyelids drooped, and her whole body was as still as a statue.

Suddenly, footsteps came to her ears.

The sound was regular, step, step, step--

When passing by her door, the footsteps stopped for a moment.

Song Nan's heart suddenly lifted, and then beat violently.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The frequency of the heart beat merged with the footsteps, but one gradually got louder and the other gradually got smaller.

Feeling the footsteps getting farther away, Song Nan let out a long breath.

At this time, she relaxed and realized that she had been holding her breath just now, and her back was covered with cold sweat.

There was a slight unlocking sound from the opposite side of the door. Song Nan realized that they were wrong. The chef had the key to every door and could catch them off guard without knocking.

I thought that opening the door like this would cause a conflict between Brussels and the chef, but the fact was not what Song Nan thought.

Brussels was like an obedient child. Not long after, two people came out.

When the corridor returned to calm, Song Nan calmed her heartbeat.

Suddenly, she remembered the carpet in the corridor.

Song Nan tried it and found that people walking on it would basically not make any footsteps -

So what did she hear?

After an unknown amount of time, she slowly got up and opened the door.

She looked down and saw that there was no carpet in front of her door.

After a long silence, she began to knock on the doors one by one.