There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

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Five-star Hotel.

The male waiter carrying fresh coffee was about to go upstairs but was stopped by the soldiers strictly guarding the staircase.

He said sheepishly, "Uh, I'm just trying to deliver the coffee ordered by the guest in room 218… Since I can't go through, let's just forget it then."

The soldiers didn't say a word during the whole process, just looking at him coldly.

The male waiter of course knew he couldn't get through, but he was merely going through the motions; after all, he had used this excuse during the previous power outage—it's all part of the act, you have to follow through to the end.

He turned back to the lobby, listening to the outbursts of curses from the guests, and took a sip of the coffee himself.

Now the Five-star Hotel, inside and out, was truly besieged by the military, sealed off without any gap.

Initially, when the Great General called, everyone thought they might have a chance to leave, but unexpectedly, they were hit by a power outage, and a massive brawl broke out in the hotel.

When the lights came back on, the entire hotel lobby was in complete disarray, and several political figures even got hurt accidentally.

The military area called in even more troops to maintain order; now no one was allowed to leave, unshaken by the commotion, and it seemed the military had even more confidence than before.

The male waiter looked over at the twelve people he had been paying attention to earlier, a few of whom were slightly injured.

One had his face beaten to a pulp during a previous interrogation, another got his arm accidentally shot in the chaos of the outage and was still howling in pain.

As for the rest, they suffered minor scrapes and bruises in the shoving, in short, everyone in the hall looked a sorry sight.

The male waiter, holding coffee that he had taken a sip from, went to the front desk and said worriedly, "Miss, could you check who the guest in room 218 is for me? And could you call to let him know that I can't deliver the coffee he ordered earlier?"

The receptionist was stunned for a moment by his address, then quickly checked the hotel system: "218? It seems to be Mr. Kong, the one who switched rooms earlier. He's quite good-natured, he probably won't take it out on you."

While saying this, the receptionist picked up the phone next to her: "I'll talk to him."

"Okay."

The male waiter waited on the side.

As for what the person on the other side of the line would say after the call connected, it didn't matter. Such a trivial matter could easily be glossed over.

But... Mr. Kong who switched rooms?

The male waiter suddenly felt a sense of déjà vu.

At that moment, the receptionist looking puzzled by the busy signal on the phone said, "It's not connecting, maybe he's not in his room right now."

Not in his room? Could he be in the lobby?

The male waiter felt an urge to go over and look at the computer, steal a glance to see what the person staying in room 218 looked like, but in the current situation, it wasn't appropriate for him to walk behind the front desk just to check.

That would be too strange.

After all, it was just an excuse he had fabricated on the spot; now with the hotel in such chaos, that icy military officer might have already forgotten about it.

The male waiter suppressed the unease in his heart and returned the coffee to the kitchen to pour it away.

As he watched the brown-black liquid flow into the sink, he recalled the receptionist's words and suddenly his heart skipped a beat—

Changed rooms?!

That afternoon, he remembered someone carrying a suitcase downstairs, that person who had been staying in room 303.

Fuck!

The male waiter suddenly realized, could it be that the nutcase is now the one staying in room 218?

Luckily he hadn't actually delivered the coffee.

Otherwise, the other party would have certainly grabbed ahold of something to hold against him, and then even if he didn't want to help out, he'd likely be blackmailed into it.

After thinking it through, the male waiter breathed a sigh of relief, but he had hardly relaxed a moment when he frowned again.

So now, there was no sign of that person in the hotel lobby, and no one answered the phone in room 218. In this tightly controlled military area, where had he gone?

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Room 214 on the second floor.

This room, previously temporarily used to watch over the first eyewitness of the deceased, was now also temporarily used to detain the suspect.

Xu Shuo's complexion was pale, his head drooping slightly, his hands tied behind his back on the chair, and shackles on his feet; he appeared somewhat spiritless.

The man in front of him paced back and forth, expressionlessly flipping through the documents he had just received.

Rather than interrogating the suspect to get information out of their mouth, the Capital Commandant actually had more faith in the information he obtained.

Interrogation was just another method.

"How about it...."

At this moment, Xu Shuo spoke softly, a cold sweat trickling down his pallid face as he sneered, "Everything I said was correct, wasn't it? What more do you want to ask, Capital Commandant?"

The Capital Commandant glanced at him indifferently and said, "You and I both know, these ordinary personal details are of no use. It's exceedingly easy to disguise oneself. It would be better for Doctor Kong to confess the purpose of his visit sooner rather than later, to avoid further suffering."

Xu Shuo couldn't help but roll his eyes.

This doctor, originally refined and gentle, now seemed quite annoyed as he glared at the military officer with teeth clenched in anger.

"I've told you everything you've asked, what can I do if you don't believe me?!" he said angrily.

"But everything you've said is a lie."

The Capital Commandant tossed aside the documents and stared coldly into the man's eyes, his pupils harboring sharp murderous intent, "Do not try to test my limits again. I don't have that much patience to listen to your nonsense!"

"..."

After a fit of rage, Xu Shuo suddenly calmed down again. He glanced at the pistol on the other's waist and smiled gently and elegantly, "Why doesn't the Capital Commandant get straight to the point?"

The Capital Commandant's gaze was one of disdain, "What, you're not planning to continue the act?"

Xu Shuo's face was the picture of sincerity, "I just think that no matter what I say—even if I claimed that I indeed stole things and killed someone—you wouldn't fully believe me, Capital Commandant. Since that's the case, why waste each other's time? Why don't we make it quick for both sides?"

Because this person simply wouldn't believe anyone or anything; he would only trust what he heard, saw, and felt.

He habitually analyzed 'reactions' to determine outcomes, which is why he would repeatedly waste time interrogating others in person--he trusted not the words spoken but the actions taken.

He wouldn't even listen to what people said.

Any words that reached his ears would probably twist into a different meaning.

Suspicious and distrustful, such a person was incapable of normal communication.

Like now--

The Capital Commandant, expressionless, his gaze piercing, "Doctor Kong seems to be quite aware of his situation. Is it because he knows he can't escape?"

Xu Shuo's mouth twitched, "You're right about everything."

But no matter how much he guessed, it was all just a 'guess' in his mind; he lacked any solid evidence, and this was his Achilles' heel!

He lacked the conclusive evidence to affirm his conclusions!

"Everyone's endurance has its limits."

The Capital Commandant spoke leisurely, suddenly leaning forward, and grasped Xu Shuo's right hand, which was restrained behind his back.

He continued with a whisper that was almost demonic, "This hand still needs to hold a needle, it must be very important, right? What if I were to cripple your right hand as well, would Doctor Kong then confess?"

Xu Shuo's complexion changed, cold sweat beaded on his forehead, and his already pale face turned even more fragile.

After a moment of silence, he said, "Capital Commandant, how about this—since you've always believed I'm a spy from some place, but just lack the evidence to prove it, let's do the opposite: I will find evidence to prove my innocence, and also help you find the real spy. How about that?"

Upon hearing this, the Capital Commandant pondered for a moment with narrowed eyes, "Are you thinking of sticking around to gather intelligence?"

Xu Shuo: "... Capital Commandant, might as well just pull your gun out."