How so?

It seems that this matter is not as simple as imagined.

Mu Yuanfei checked the inside of the box again to see if there were any dark layers, mechanisms and the like. However, after some inspection, this box is also an ordinary wooden box.

Then since the box is okay for the time being, then-

Mu Yuanfei remembered the password of the wooden box, which was composed of letters. Generally speaking, isn't it better and more convenient to use meaningless numbers to form passwords? Besides, if it's just used as a password, you won't deliberately choose repeating letters, right? Wouldn't that make it easier?

Tsk, there's a cat greasy.

Mu Yuanfei wrote down the password, and she didn't have to guess the permutations and combinations, the passwords were already automatically arranged.

G, A, R, R, E, T, garret, attic.

Dare to let people go to the attic.

But how do you go up to the attic? Does the corridor go to the end??

On the other hand, after discovering Cayo, who had been dead for a long time in room 26, after everyone deliberated, it was unanimously decided to let the able-bodied Nemoma put Cayo's body on the bed first, and then, Dasha was responsible for presiding over the overall situation and holding a group meeting to discuss who killed Cayo.

It's just that what people didn't expect was that at the beginning of this meeting, the spearhead was pointed at Mu Yuanfei.

The reason was that she suddenly disappeared and did not come to the scene.

"She didn't make it because she had something."

"Something?!" Dasha was aggressive, "I think it's a thief, right?" What could be the matter at such a late hour? ”

"If you don't believe it, forget it." Lovend said unhurriedly, unaffected by Dasha's emotions, "But ma'am, you are probably too excited, and judging by your tone, it seems that you have already decided that my sister is the murderer." Generally speaking, only a murderer would be so eager to hope that someone can be mistaken for the real murderer and thus take the blame, right? ”

"You...... What are you talking about? ”

Dasha changed her tone suddenly, and her whole person didn't look as aggressive as before.

"Cailliaud is a friend of all of us, who died inexplicably, and as his friend, I am naturally anxious, and inevitably a little excited in tone, I think, Mr. Loth, you can understand it, right?"

She approached Lovend, and a bright and moving face pressed straight in front of Lovend.

Lovend looked at her, and the corners of his mouth hooked an ambiguous smile.

"Very understanding."

After hearing the satisfactory answer, her bright red lips moved up and down, and soft words rolled out from the charming red waves: "Those words just now, I am just a reasonable guess. ”

The tip of her tongue flicked in the roof of her mouth, and her vocal cords became heavier on "reasonable".

There was a sweet aroma in the room, and the others sat silently, like puppets with no sight or hearing, just indifferently watching the scene unfolding in the corner.

The other side.

After a period of groping, Mu Yuanfei finally found the way to the attic. It was not so much a road as a small ladder attached to a lid that, fortunately not locked, opened at the push of a button.

Again it was not what she had imagined, the attic was clean and there was not a trace of dust. This made Mu Yuanfei very pleased, as a patient with allergic rhinitis, too much dust would make her sneeze until she sneezed.

"Your mission has been updated."

A chime sounds.

"Talk to the people in the attic."

Mu Yuanfei looked towards the only light in the attic, which was the ghostly light of a candle, reflecting a corner of a person behind the dancing flames.

"Hello."

She said.

The man did not speak, but took the candlestick, walked towards her step by step, and stood still in front of her.

"You're here to trade, aren't you?"

"Yes." Mu Yuanfei nodded, "But before trading, I want to ask a question first." ”

"What's the problem?"

"I want to ask—"

Mu Feifei quietly reached out to the second slot of the inventory.

"You bloods, do you all like to live in the attic so much?"