There were no weapons of great lethality; the youth casually lifted the keychain in his hand and said with a pleased smile, "Just kidding, I don't have a gun."
Detective: "..."
But in the very next moment, when he had just relaxed, Xu Shuo pulled out a square cloth with lightning speed and pressed it against his face!
Caught off guard, the detective didn't have time to hold his breath. Instantly, he tasted the bitterness of almonds at the tip of his nose, a dry, nauseating feeling surged up his throat, his body suddenly felt dizzy and weak, and a stifling pain, as if his breath was being suffocated, gripped his chest.
Cyanide!
This guy actually carried it with him!
And he even attempted to kill to silence the witness after being discovered!
The detective struggled fiercely, trying to make a noise, while his left hand reached for the mobile phone on the table, only to have it pressed down by another hand.
He looked up, and there, just inches away, the youth used the cloth to cover his mouth and nose, holding up a finger and lightly said with a smile, "Shh, don't move, just stay like this for a little while."
Detective: "!!!"
The room in the left corridor on the first floor was in a blind spot from the staircase; one could see the doorway, but the scene inside the room was completely hidden.
Xu Shuo watched the countdown of the game, and after the detective gradually lost the strength to struggle, he let go of him.
"Your mission requires you to find evidence," said Xu Shuo.
The words they exchanged seemed to be on completely different wavelengths, but the same message was conveyed.
Xu Shuo opened the system panel. Although he was unsure if the players could see each other's systems, he still pushed the panel, which was counting down, in front of the photographer.
He said with a smile, "What a pity, I've already destroyed the evidence just now. Although it could still be retrieved, but—"
As he saw the one-minute countdown, the chord in the photographer's mind snapped, his gaze gradually darkening.
His intuition focused on the mobile phone held by the chef.
As long as he could lastly confirm the motive, he could select this guy out from a two-person lineup!
Xu Shuo felt the hand on his collar gradually applying force and in the moment before the other party was about to act, he glared fiercely, suddenly grabbed the photographer's hand, and twisted it with force, then, as the photographer's entire upper body was forcibly turned with the arm, Xu Shuo pulled out the cloth from his pocket—
"Even though your mission might not conflict with mine..."
In the final moment, Xu Shuo looked at him and smiled strangely.
"I just don't want to lose."
"As long as there is no evidence, I'm not yet a murderer, am I~"