Chapter 14: The Relation of Drying with Sauce

Xu Shuo was pushing the meal cart out of the elevator when he happened to run into Miss Painter coming his way.

The sweet girl, dressed in a beige overall dress and wearing a beret, smiled at him, holding the painting prop book as if it were part of her being.

"Good morning, are you going to deliver breakfast to Mr. Guo?" the girl asked after she greeted him.

"Yes," Xu Shuo nodded, pushing the meal cart out of the elevator.

"Then I'll go with you," the girl said, hugging her painting book and quickly catching up to his side.

Xu Shuo glanced at her, said nothing, and Miss Painter looked at the breakfast on the cart before asking again, "Can I eat a bit first?"

"Your breakfast is downstairs," Xu Shuo said.

The girl turned and looked in the direction of the hall, her sweet face immediately showing a look of disdain, "Forget it, I really don't want to go there now and watch that woman put on airs. I hate people who like to flaunt their sense of superiority the most."

Xu Shuo didn't speak; the underlying characters of these three women were truly unique, genetics had blessed them with perfect appearances indeed.

The two turned into the second corridor on the left, heading to that room at the deepest end of the corridor, emanating a sinister aura—feeling even more ominous than the master bedroom with the lying corpse.

"Young master, I've brought you your breakfast," Xu Shuo said as he knocked on the door.

But as always, there was no response. Such scenes used to play out every other day, requiring Mr. Guo himself to ask him to come and eat.

But now, Mr. Guo was already dead.

Xu Shuo pressed the door handle, but it was locked from the inside and wouldn't open; he knocked several more times on the door.

Alright, the procedure was complete.

Just go through the motions of the character's plot, Xu Shuo didn't continue to persuade the reclusive young man to come out and eat; he left the meal cart planning to hand over the task to the butler.

However, at that moment, the girl beside him stepped forward, knocked on the door, and called out, "Mr. Guo, skipping breakfast is really bad for your stomach."

Not long after her words fell, the door quickly opened with a click, and the slender young man with long hair and a morose demeanor looked at the person at the door, his pale lips pursed.

He then turned to Xu Shuo, reaching out his hand toward the dining table.

Xu Shuo pushed the meal cart a bit closer, and the young man directly pulled the cart into the room, then casually closed the door.

"Girls really do have a powerful impact," Xu Shuo chuckled meaningfully, turning to leave.

"I think so too," Miss Painter nodded in agreement, hugging her painting book and following along, "For people with severe depression, the reason they continue to live in this world is because there's still a light."

She said this with a bit of boastful pride.

"Makes sense, so what are you trying to reveal to me?" Xu Shuo looked at her.

"After all, this is a Scripted Murder Game world, not the real world we live in; I don't want to be trapped here forever," the girl pouted.

"Hmm, and then?" Xu Shuo remained calm.

As the two walked down the stairs and towards the dining room, the girl looked at him and continued, "As far as I know, to complete a Scripted Murder Game, you must recreate the true story to the greatest extent possible."

"Not to find out who the murderer is?"

"But some Scripted Murder Games don't even have a murderer, so what are you looking for? The real way to play should be to restore the complete story step by step while chasing the killer."

The girl pondered and said, "Mr. Guo has been depressed because of his mother's suicide, but actually, that's not all there is to it. Regarding the reason for Mr. Guo's death, I think he should know quite a bit. It would be better if you start your investigation with him."

Her voice was neither loud nor soft, speaking as she walked, and the latter part was just caught by the three people at the dining table.

The photographer immediately turned his head to look over, smiling genially, "What are you all talking about?"

"We're discussing the Scripted Murder Game, what about you?" Miss Painter pulled out a chair and sat down, eating her breakfast while looking at the other three.

"Zhan is talking about the Mutant Script," Tan Xiaohe said with a smile.

"Now that everyone's here, let's share some information. If we want to leave this world, we still need to finish this game," Zhan Qian said indifferently, not knowing what they had just been talking about, this woman unexpectedly subdued some of her arrogance.

"Isn't there one more person?" Miss Painter looked around and suddenly asked.

There were six players who entered the game, and taking advantage of this time, they could just review the script, except one person hadn't arrived yet.

Tan Xiaohe spoke as if nothing was amiss, "He slept on the floor last night, probably didn't sleep well, so he crawled into bed to catch up on some sleep early this morning."

Hearing this, several people looked at her, but had nothing to say.

In the Scripted Murder Game, Yang Ming and Tan Xiaohe were a couple, so naturally, they were given the same room when they came to stay, but in the real world, whether they knew each other was a question.

"Shall we start by sharing information? We're all trapped in the same game, and in a way, we're also allies. To leave this world, we need to come together and quickly complete the script," the photographer said earnestly.

"Sure, what I know is that Mr. Guo had a bad relationship with his father because of his mother," the photographer said.

To the photographer's surprise, the first one willing to share information was the chef. The young man said blandly, "Also, after Madame Guo's death three years ago, all the servants in the manor were replaced."

The photographer nodded thoughtfully, "It seems that there might be some mystery surrounding the death of Madame Guo."

At that moment, the elegant Zhan Qian also followed up by saying, "Let me share the information I've got too. According to the butler, Mr. Guo and his wife were very loving. The manor once planted a lot of roses for Madame Guo, but they were all uprooted a month ago."

Tan Xiaohe scratched her head and embarrassedly said, "Wow, you all know so much, I don't know where to start gathering information."

She had finished tea for everyone present.

Just as Miss Painter was about to roll her eyes, she continued, "However, Yang Ming told me yesterday that there seems to be something odd about the butler's relationship with Mr. Guo."

"Odd in what way?" Zhan Qian glanced at her.

"It's like there might be a..." the girl smirked shrewdly, "a relation that's a bit... hush-hush~"

The four people present: "..."

Xu Shuo drank a mouthful of water without showing any reaction. There was such a thing? As someone who had already obtained half the script, he had never noticed such an absurd situation.

The photographer said somewhat awkwardly, "The butler and Mr. Guo have a significant age difference, so it's probably not possible."

Mr. Guo was in his prime, but the butler was already over sixty. It didn't seem plausible for them to have that kind of relationship.

Tan Xiaohe mumbled innocently, "I also think it's impossible, but Yang Ming said so, and I don't know where he got his information from. He said the butler sent roses to Mr. Guo, and they're still on Mr. Guo now."

"Cough cough!" Zhan Qian suddenly choked on her tea.

"..." Xu Shuo nearly choked as well, and suddenly felt completely unconcerned about the possibility of being exposed.