Chapter 279 Special Grade

"Stop eating! Spit it all out!"

"Don't eat! Don't eat anything!"

There were flurries of footsteps coming from the corridor outside the restaurant. Before I saw anyone, I heard the roar of the person coming.

“Cough cough cough!!”

Daniel was startled by Ye Lin, and the pizza in his mouth that he hadn't finished chewing got stuck in his throat, choking him and making him roll his eyes.

"Eat slowly." Xavier handed the water cup to Daniel, then turned his upper body back, stretched his neck, and tried to look in the direction of the sound.

This house is quite big.

Ten seconds had passed since Ye Lin shouted from nowhere.

Apart from the sound of hurried footsteps hitting the ground and moving quickly towards the restaurant, the two people sitting upright in the restaurant had not seen Ye Lin's figure.

Xavier looked down at the freshly peeled prawns on the plate, swallowed his saliva, and quietly asked Daniel, "Um, didn't brother tell us to have a good meal before he left this morning? Why aren't we allowed to eat now? Should we eat or not?"

Daniel was familiar with the business, and had already wiped his mouth and started folding his napkins to finish the meal.

He also calmly taught Xavier the rules of survival: "Xiao Ze, what our brother said in the morning does not represent him in the afternoon. He thinks whatever he wants every day."

"You, don't worry about anything, don't ask questions, just do whatever Demon Ye says, otherwise you'll get slapped..."

“Bang!”

“Ouch!!”

Before Daniel could finish his words, Ye Lin, who had rushed into the restaurant, slapped him on the back of the head.

Ye Lin gasped and retracted his hand. He bent down to hold the backs of their chairs and asked very quickly, "How much of this meal did you eat? Are you feeling uncomfortable? Speak!"

Daniel saw that his brother's eyes were red with anxiety, and he dared not whine anymore. He wrinkled his face and said aggrievedly: "It was only five or six minutes ago. I ate a piece of pizza and half a portion of macaroni. I'm not uncomfortable."

"What about you?" Ye Lin turned and looked at Xavier.

Xavier imitated Daniel's answer template and answered seriously: "I ate a plate of lasagna and peeled a shrimp but haven't started eating yet, so I'm not uncomfortable."

Seeing that the two of them didn't seem to have any problems, Ye Lin breathed a sigh of relief, but he was still not at ease. He ordered his butler Owen to call a doctor and take the dishes on the table for testing.

Daniel hadn't reacted when he heard Ye Lin calling for a doctor. But when he heard that the food was being taken for testing, his slow brain finally started working.

His legs went limp, and he hugged Ye Lin's arm, shouting in fear: "What? The food is poisonous? I'm not going to die!"

Ye Lin was disgusted by his behavior. He threw him to the ground and scolded him, "What nonsense! I'm just guessing there's a problem, not that there is one. Stand still!"

Daniel: "No, my legs are weak. Brother, will the poison make a hole in my intestines?"

Ye Lin tried hard to pull at the claws that were holding him, but...it didn't move.

"I see you're quite energetic now, you don't look poisoned at all. You've already eaten everything. Everyone is destined to die, so you'll die when you're destined to. What are you afraid of?"

The two argued for a while.

After a while, three or four family doctors carrying medical kits were dragged into the restaurant by Owen.

Several doctors saw that Butler Owen was so anxious and thought that the young master was about to die. A group of people rushed over from the side building.

When I got to the restaurant and looked around,

Aren't the young masters doing well? Look at the second young master, how lively and energetic he is, almost tearing off the eldest young master's sleeves. How can he look sick?

The doctor went around the group of people,

Finally, the test results showed that there was nothing wrong with the person or the food.

The doctor thought that the young master might have a mental problem and suffer from paranoid delusions.

Let the doctor go back first and send everyone in the restaurant away.

Ye Lin sat alone at the dining table, his brows furrowed, his fingers tapping the tabletop intermittently.

I kept putting myself in Louis's shoes in my mind and wondering what he would do.

Apart from poisoning, what else could kill everyone at once?

"Lin, you haven't figured it out yet?"

Zhao Zhaodi came back from the living room to see what Ye Lin was thinking.

"No, aunt, why don't you watch TV with them?" Ye Lin pulled out a chair for Zhao Zhaodi to sit down.

Zhao Zhaodi waved her hand. She had no interest in Italian television at all. "Oh, I don't understand what these two kids watch. They're all babble-babble in foreign languages. It's boring."

As she spoke, Zhao Zhaodi saw a glass of red wine next to Ye Lin and couldn't help but sigh with heartache. Look how worried her nephew was that he even started drinking.

With a roll of her eyes, she began to offer advice to Ye Lin: "Lin, how about we put your uncle on a tiger bench? I've seen movies where they torture him like that. It's so painful to watch. Who knows, maybe he'll confess?"

Ye Lin took a sip of red wine, leaned back in his chair, and after listening to Zhao Zhaodi, he shook his head slightly: "There's no way to find out. I dropped him off at the police station this afternoon. He's probably behind bars now, so there's no way to ask him."

"Besides, even if I bail him out now, will he tell the truth? This is his last trump card, he won't confess it."

Ye Lin didn't tell Zhao Zhaodi about the bloodier things.

After he left Oakley in the morning, Oakley let the dogs bite off Louis' legs alive. Even at this level, Louis didn't even tell about his escape plan to seek leniency, let alone the tiger bench.

So there are only two possibilities.

Otherwise, Louis would have no way out, but how could that be possible for someone like him?

Otherwise, this back-up plan of his has a very high success rate, and Louis is extremely looking forward to it. The only thing that can make him so excited is probably the lives of Fairburn's entire family.

Zhao Zhaodi sighed, feeling that it was indeed difficult to deal with.

Suddenly, she had another flash of inspiration. She clapped her hands excitedly and speculated, "Could it be that he paid off a killer, just like in the movies, with machine guns blazing, to come over the wall in the middle of the night and start killing people indiscriminately? A bloodbath in the whole house!"

Ye Lin seemed to be amused by his aunt, and his eyes seemed to be twinkling with stars. He was much more relaxed at this moment.

He casually put down his wine glass, beckoned Zhao Zhaodi to come closer, raised a hand to cover her ear, and whispered, "Auntie, try to shout for help, louder."

Zhao Zhaodi withdrew her head in confusion, her eyes slightly confused, not understanding what this meant.

Ye Lin blinked at her, nodded, and motioned her to try shouting.

Zhao Zhaodi hesitated and called out, "Help?"

Ye Lin raised his palm upwards, signaling her to speak louder.

Zhao Zhaodi clutched her clothes uncomfortably. Encouraged by Ye Lin, she closed her eyes and yelled, "Help!"

The next second after the words fell, Zhao Zhaodi heard a burst of dense footsteps. When she opened her eyes again, four or five bodyguards with guns appeared out of nowhere in the restaurant and were quickly surrounding them.

It would be inappropriate to make trouble again.

Ye Lin gestured and explained to them apologetically: "Sorry, we just had a nightmare and it affected your work."

The bodyguard took a round tour and confirmed that there was no danger around before nodding slightly to Ye Lin and hiding in the dark again.

Zhao Zhaodi didn't dare to say a word after they came out. She confirmed again and again that they were really gone before she dared to let out the breath she had been holding on to.

He slumped down on the dining table and said, "Oh my god, where did they come from? They look like ghosts, they scared me to death."

Ye Lin stood up and poured her a glass of water. He said calmly, "Aunt, it's impossible to hire someone to kill someone. We have three layers of bodyguards inside and outside our house. No one can get in, unless the killer is a fly."

Zhao Zhaodi was frightened by the bodyguard who had just acted like a ghost. She drank two glasses of water in a row, patted her chest to calm herself down, and said incoherently: "This won't work, that won't work either. Can your uncle plant a landmine and blow up the house?"

"Click"

The crisp sound of the wine glass falling to the ground instantly broke the tranquility of the restaurant.

Ye Lin's expression suddenly changed, and he turned his head to look at Zhao Zhaodi, his eyes almost popping out of their sockets with fear.

With trembling lips, he almost lost his voice and repeated Zhao Zhaodi's unintentional words: "Explosion."

This is indeed the most efficient and quickest way.

Without time to think about it, or to consider the rationality of this matter, Ye Lin pulled down the castle's special alarm from the dark.

In an instant, the sharp and piercing sound of the whistle resounded throughout the entire castle.

Every corner of the castle quickly fell into chaos, and the servants rushed downstairs.

"What happened! What happened! Is there an earthquake?" A maid rushed out of the dormitory with foam on her head, but no one could answer her question.

"Oh my God, Jesus, what happened?!" The servant who was washing dishes dropped the dishes and ran out to the garden without even taking off his gloves.

"Oh no! Oh no! I haven't fished out the fermented butter yet! Wait, and here's my marinated steak!" A master chef went upstream, trying to get back to the kitchen to rescue his treasures.

"What more butter do you want! The castle hasn't sounded a high-alert in decades. The last time was during World War II when enemy planes were bombing. Run for your lives! You foolish young man."

The gardener is an elderly servant and the only one here who has experienced the castle's special alarm. His old rheumatic legs, which originally required crutches, now seem to have rejuvenated overnight and are extremely flexible.

"Oh no! I haven't got my deposit certificate yet!"

The passages of the castle were now crowded with servants running around. Only one group of people went against the crowd and ran towards the basement.

"Master, I'm going to find a bomb. Please get out quickly, I beg you!" Ah Hui had a sad face and followed Ye Lin crying and shouting, almost kneeling down to him.