Chapter 2349 2361 [Script] Ask for monthly ticket ヽ(〃〃)~
A terrified scream brought an end to this hopeful rescue operation.
"Tono-senpai died just like that?"
Suzuki Sonoko was in disbelief for a moment. Although she had seen many dead bodies, the dead this time was someone she knew, which was completely different from a complete stranger on the street.
But soon, she tasted a sense of familiarity from this "unbelievable" feeling.
Suzuki Sonoko: “…” Wait, come to think of it, it seems that this is not the first time she has seen someone she knows die - not to mention the distant past, her sister’s future father-in-law just passed away a while ago, and the murderer was her brother-in-law’s brother.
In comparison, Senior Toono, who I had only met a few times at banquets, seemed like a stranger.
This eased Suzuki Sonoko's fear a little.
However, the corpse was in such a tragic state that it was still a great shock. Suzuki Sonoko sighed and muttered quietly, "The death was too sudden..."
Hattori Heiji moved the body to the shore, his face looking grim: "I didn't expect that something would go wrong even if we only sent one person."
He had been working on the river crossing problem for so long, and he thought the worst outcome would be that Senior Toono would get lost in the woods, but who knew things would turn out like this.
Hattori Heiji: "..." If he had known this would happen, he should have sent Vodka over there. In this way, the two evil forces could collide with each other, both would suffer losses, and then they, a group of good citizens, would be able to take advantage of the situation... Although Vodka would not listen to him.
Suddenly I felt a chill from the vodka: "!"
The man in black pressed the brim of his hat, looked around, and became alert: the guy who acted alone late at night was dead, the guy who insisted on leaving here alone was dead, and the guy who ran out alone to ask for help was also dead... So what's next?
"It seems that there are no lone wolves left alive." Vodka's heart was filled with alarm. "Is the random killing mode about to begin?... Fortunately, I got enough sleep yesterday and stayed alert, otherwise I would be in trouble today."
While Vodka was daydreaming, Vermouth next to him turned his head away and yawned tiredly.
Although this was just a sign of lack of sleep, her makeup largely concealed the dark circles under her eyes, making the action seem a bit leisurely and lazy.
Hattori Heiji looked at Senior Toono who died miserably in the boat, and then saw these suspicious people who were leisurely and carefree. A surge of grief and anger surged in his heart. He gritted his teeth and said, "I really shouldn't have let him go alone to seek help."
"This is not your fault. Everyone is responsible for this situation."
In the crowd, the old doctor sighed and suddenly felt sad: "And regret is useless, what has happened cannot be changed - to be honest, I came to this vacation experience just to make up for the mistakes I made in the past."
Vodka looked at him, and suddenly an idea flashed in his mind. He quietly asked: "Past mistakes?"
—Hurry up, tell me more. You look like someone who has a lot to tell a story. You may be the protagonist of the next bloody murder!
The old doctor failed to perceive the sinister intentions of some organizational cadres and nodded in agreement with Vodka's words.
He looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle and said sadly: "My life ideal is to open a hospital in a remote village without a doctor, save the dying and the wounded, and atone for my sins. But opening a hospital requires a large amount of funds, so I came here, hoping to get the membership voucher and cash it in."
Vodka followed him and looked at the horizon: "..." So after saying so much, what exactly do you mean by "past mistakes"?
He was annoyed by the riddle man, but before he opened his mouth to ask further questions, he suddenly realized something, took a deep breath, and forced himself to suppress his curiosity.
——Too much is as bad as too little. It is enough to ask to this extent.
Otherwise, if I continue to ask, this guy will tell me everything, and the drama will be over. It will be hard to predict what will happen next.
Others didn't think as much as Vodka, but instinctively didn't want to question a white-haired old man who was sad alone.
Of course, there were also people who didn't pay any attention to what the old man was saying - the rich lady's attention was focused on something else.
She glanced at the body through her fingers and suddenly exclaimed, with contempt on her face: "This villa vandal is really too much, he even wants to steal the dead person's things - he actually took the famous watch from Yuanye's hand!"
Vodka: "..." Why are you looking at other people's watches? Do you want to see them too? ...It's not impossible. The more complicated the composition of this group of people is, the less likely I will be targeted.
Jiang Xia walked past him to the body, lowered his head and looked at the people carrying large and small bags: "Anyway, since our call for help failed, we can only stay here now - let's go back and put the things down, and then discuss what to do next."
…
They thought they had welcomed the dawn, but in fact they only welcomed a corpse. After so many ups and downs, everyone was visibly more depressed than before.
But no matter what, we still have to eat.
When it was time for dinner, the tour guide once again walked into the kitchen reluctantly.
He opened the cupboard and counted the ingredients. Suddenly, he looked troubled: "Oh no, we're out of flour."
"What?!" Suzuki Sonoko, who was originally slumped on the sofa like a noodle, jumped up when she heard this, "There's not even anything to eat. Are we really going to start PUBG?"
She was desperate at first, and the horrific scene in the movie where people fought each other for a bite of food emerged in her mind.
But then she remembered something else and felt relieved.
Suzuki Sonoko turned around and went to find the detective, proudly introducing the Tokyo fishing god to everyone: "Fortunately Jiang Xia had foresight - it doesn't matter if we have no food, we can eat fish! Last time we went fishing, he caught one fish after another. With this amount of fish, we should have no problem surviving for two days!"
"Eating fish for two days in a row?" Mrs. Fu's face turned green. "But I don't like eating fish."
"It's already this late, how can you be so picky about food!" Suzuki Sonoko's face turned serious, and she put her hands on her hips and reasoned with the older sister, "Only if we are full can we live until the police come to rescue us."
Mrs. Fu struggled for a moment between hunger and the smell of fish, then nodded grimly, "Okay then, I don't want to starve to death."
"Ah? No, no, it's not that serious." The tour guide interrupted in confusion, "We still have two bags of flour."
"......?" Suzuki Sonoko froze. "Didn't you just say that the flour was gone? How come it's back now? Are you kidding me?"
The tour guide waved his hands repeatedly: "I mean, there's no more in the kitchen, but there's still some in the small warehouse behind the living room... I, I don't dare to go get it, who can go for me?"
“…”
(End of this chapter)
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