Looking at the interface of the deceased player, Zhen Po still saw a countdown to the time before the player could be traded again.

It's supposed to be a two-day, one-night game, and the six-hour countdown hasn't ended yet.

This is quite unusual compared to the fact that Lu Xiaoyao's game allowed players to purchase it after a day and a night, which was the case the day before.

"What's wrong?"

After Da Yao left, Mu Chen came forward. Ming Mei was deep in thought when she looked up and saw Mu Chen's chin. Her face turned red instantly. Even though there was a food table between them, Ming Mei still took a step back guiltily.

There's always this feeling that if she looks up, she can't help but do something to him again.

"Nothing, I was just thinking about tonight."

Mingmei pretended to be calm and lowered her eyes, but couldn't help glancing up at the other person. She saw that Mu Chen was eating random things again late at night.

I just ate a lot of fruit, and now I'm coming over to drink some milk.

"I'm thinking about it too."

While drinking milk, Mu Chen and Ming Mei chatted. Then, he threw the ice from the chilled drink into the milk, drank the rest in one gulp, and slowly said, "The plot to come shouldn't be too peaceful."

"How so?"

"Tonight, among the remaining players is the chive and chicken cutlet boxed lunch. Similarly, no one will die tonight. The butler will find a way to get rid of them during the day. Even if you manage to escape during the day..." Mu Chen smiled at Mingmei and asked, "The favorability rating still determines who the successor is. It seems superfluous to have survived."

A bright smile appeared, followed by a soft sigh.

Yes, Mu Chen understands this principle, but what about the other players?

People aren't stupid; even Mingmei herself has questioned her own boxed lunches.

"So that's your reason for not buying the chive and chicken cutlet bento box?"

"No." Mu Chen noticed that Mingmei seemed to have misunderstood something. "I mean, the plot has started to change because of the boxed lunches, just like Zhen Po's death during the day."

When Mu Chen said this, Mingmei couldn't help but look up and meet his dark eyes.

It was as if she were gazing into the abyss, and by the same token, the abyss was also gazing into her.

Looking at her made her feel inexplicably flustered, and her heart started pounding uncontrollably.

"you mean……"

"You'll probably find out tomorrow...." Mu Chen smiled, leaning forward and deliberately bringing his face close to Mingmei's. He finished speaking in a slightly seductive voice, and looking at Mingmei's constantly fanning eyelashes, he could tell her just how flustered she was beneath her calm exterior.

As if unwilling to accept it, Mingmei suddenly glared fiercely at the man in front of her, then whispered, "Why are your earlobes red?"

Mu Chen: "..."

Flirting is a two-way street.

Mu Chen made Mingmei's heart flutter, and he felt almost the same way.

Once Mingmei pointed it out, he couldn't hold back anymore. He coughed lightly and immediately stood up straight, his gaze wandering elsewhere, as if looking for a topic to change the subject.

He quickly turned his attention to Da Yao: "So, she had no choice but to come out."

Mu Chen didn't look for Mingmei tonight. Like the other players, Mingmei opened her eyes and started a new day.

The rumors about "pouring feces" upstairs circulated again in the kitchen, but this time Mingmei remained remarkably calm when she heard them.

However, this time the rumor seems to have evolved into a new version.

"Was there a ghost in Young Master Per's room before?"

When Mingmei heard this rumor, she was also puzzled. Who spread this rumor? It's so outrageous!

"Yeah, otherwise why would the same room smell so bad both times!"

As she spoke, Cook A poured the freshly baked bread onto a large iron plate beside her. "I heard last night that Young Master Jia slept in that room, and this morning, oh dear~ apparently it's exactly the same room as when Young Master Po was there yesterday!"

Mingmei recalled that Lou Jia and Julian originally slept in the same room, but probably because of the lunchbox issue, Lou Jia went to the empty room to avoid making Julian unable to sleep because of the smell.

However, this also caused Julian to miss an opportunity for a ghostly perspective.

"Hey, who is this? They're so mean, throwing excrement at people every day."

The cooks rarely had the chance to go upstairs to join in the fun; they usually heard it from other servants.

The other maids who went upstairs to clean probably didn't dare to tell the truth because the housekeeper had told them to, but they were also very eager to share some information, which is why things turned out this way.

Cook B sighed, "Who knows?"

Her bright eyes turned to the cook, C, who hadn't said a word or spoken sarcastically today. She saw that C was listening attentively, but her eyes kept darting around, which made it clear that C was uneasy.

Seeing her like this, Mingmei, while observing, also chimed in with amusement, "It's one thing to just throw excrement, but what if someone dies again? Didn't someone die in that house yesterday?"

After she finished speaking, Mingmei clearly noticed that the cook C's hand trembled slightly as she packed things up, and her face paled slightly. It seemed that she really knew something.

During lunch, Mingmei kept a close eye on the other person's every move.

Yesterday, Da Yao said she suspected that Zhen Po had accidentally eaten something. Coupled with Chef C's reaction, could it be that something was done to Fang during lunch yesterday?

Sure enough, just as Chef C turned around to get the bread that had been baked earlier, the white powder on her hands made Mingmei's pupils shrink instantly. Just as she was about to take a closer look, she heard a shout from the side to stop her!

"What are you doing? What's in your hand?!" Lou Jia had escaped death last night, but he had witnessed Zhen Po's poisoning and death yesterday afternoon.

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