There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

"Hey, that went rather smoothly."

While the downstairs was fraught with danger, upstairs things remained calm and collected.

After changing into a military uniform and assuming a new identity, the male waiter left the room under the pretense that "the suspect had matters to confess to the Capital Commandant", and then successfully arrived on the third floor with the excuse that "the Capital Commandant sent me to get a piece of evidence," and entered room 311.

This military identity was really useful; he planned to go to the backyard in the same way later, which could reduce the risk.

But just as the male waiter, having retrieved the object he had hidden in the water tank, was about to leave the restroom, he suddenly froze in his tracks.

On the inside of the restroom door, shallow blood-red lines of varying lengths crisscrossed each other, their meaning indecipherable.

This perspective was only visible to someone who had entered the restroom and then turned around.

It was too dark during the power outage for him to have noticed anything behind the door, so now it was impossible to guess when these lines had been made.

However, upon taking a closer look, the male waiter's eyelids twitched violently.

"Copy and throw outside."n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

These few small characters were scribbled beneath the lines, without any punctuation marks.

Considering the imperative tone of the message, and the fact that the only other person who had come with him to room 311 was that individual, the answer seemed imminent—

Had that guy guessed he would come back alone?!

Wait, on second thought, it seemed inevitable that he would return for the object.

After all, the reason for hiding it here was because the original place was no longer safe, and ultimately the object needed to be handed over.

If he had found the person he was supposed to deal with, then he wouldn't have needed to come up and retrieve the object himself; he could've just informed them of its location.

But since it was already close to ten o'clock at night, and he hadn't readily agreed to cooperate, if he still hadn't identified his contact, he would definitely not miss the prearranged time and place, whether the deal panned out or not, he would try it out.

Indeed, that was also the reason he hadn't immediately agreed to cooperate.

So, the chances of him returning were high!

That guy must have also guessed this, right?

Outmaneuvered!

The male waiter ground his teeth in discomfort.

If it weren't for the oversight with the coffee, he could have simply ignored this sentence and avoided getting himself into more trouble.

But now…

He was compromised, with the other holding something over him.

At that thought, the male waiter became even more distressed. How could he have blurted out room 218 at that moment!

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...

Meanwhile, outside the Five-star Hotel.

A group of people in black hid in a distant building, observing the situation through binoculars.

"The place is heavily guarded."

"We've identified five snipers so far."

"That's a lot."

The adjutant, still in his military uniform, furrowed his brow and said with lingering fear, "The snipers from District 13 are tougher than I thought. I was attacked when leaving the district."

There were tatters on the sleeve of his arm, from a bullet that had brutally pierced through his flesh!

Thinking back now, his left arm still ached faintly. It seemed the enemy had not been able to accurately aim at his heart from the back, but still managed to take a somewhat off-target shot.

If his adjutant hadn't shifted his body away even quicker, the injury might have been much more severe.

Upon hearing this, the base commander in ordinary military attire next to him paused and had a strange look on his face, "Did you encounter that sniper at the West City Gate outpost yesterday? Did he hit you from a great distance?"

"Yes," the adjutant nodded.

"..." The commander looked at his arm and showed his admiration, "Then it's amazing that you're still alive!"

"..." the adjutant.

Not only was he still alive, but the arm that had been shot was also almost completely healed.

The commander continued, "That man is an exception; he's the ace sniper from District 13, usually in charge of surveillance at the Main City Gate. Those few outside the hotel presumably don't have his level of skill; otherwise, our people wouldn't have been able to slip by them to exchange information."

At this point, the commander suddenly paused, "You didn't know?"

The adjutant's eyes flashed as he spoke indifferently, "Capital Commandant Shi has always been wary of me; I couldn't get access to much of the military district's information."

The commander nodded without objection.

—That's the downside of the role.

While the system had provided comprehensive personal identity information this time, when it came to other information about this world, players were in the dark, relying on improvisation and acting, which was probably a challenge of the game.

If one could get a Character Card, it wouldn't be so troublesome, but such an item was exceedingly rare.

Fortunately, as long as the player crafted their persona well, the other NPCs would automatically accept this setting — like how he had initially set his relationship with Capital Commandant Shi to be quite casual, with a carefree personality to match.

So the secretary, who spent day and night with them, didn't feel anything amiss, and his brain quickly accepted this setting.

And if the other party was a player, it would be even more convenient because players wouldn't have a clue what the character's personality was like before and could be easily led astray!

After all, the script did not establish the character's personality, to allow different players to portray different styles and stories.

When in doubt, improvise!

"It's almost ten o'clock," the commander beside him suddenly said.

"The others should go to their positions first, but don't act on anything that happens unless we receive the signal," the adjutant instructed without turning his head, the binoculars still before his eyes.

Silently, the figures previously hidden in the room pulled their masks over their faces and swiftly left the house.

The commander remained beside him.

Holding the binoculars, the adjutant's gaze swept over the night, noting the positions of the five snipers, then turned towards the brightly lit Five-star Hotel.

Suddenly, the adjutant's gaze shifted.

The night, as dark as ink, gentle rain fell from the sky, water vapor scattered in the air, seemingly casting a fog-covered veil over the city.

Observing the quietly flowing mist, the adjutant put down his binoculars, his eyes flickering.

"Stay here and don't move. If there's an unexpected event over there later, leave immediately," the adjutant said in a low voice.

The man in charge was still needed to mobilize the hidden pieces in District 13; the adjutant couldn't find them on his own, and using a list to search would be troublesome, so it was best if this man didn't run into any trouble.

The commander was slightly surprised but didn't argue, simply nodding and saying, "Please be careful in everything."

No sooner had his words fallen than the adjutant climbed out the window and vanished into the night, leaving no trace to be found.

The fine rain fell softly on him, the obscure moonlight reflecting a fleeting, blurry shadow in the puddles, fast as a wisp of Green Mist.

The adjutant crouched below the window ledge of the bungalow, his gaze calmly watching the figure drift past.

"Green Mist Legion's man..."

Indeed, as expected, they had arrived.