TSM Chapter 19

“What a joke?” Sòng Zhèngkūn said, exasperatedly scratching at the few strands of hair left on his head, “Then how do we get out?”

“It would be best if you all returned to your rooms and waited patiently. We’ll let you know when we find the key.” The butler’s arrogance was on full display, the corners of his lips clearly twitching as he tried to restrain himself.

Instantly, their nerves tightened, and they became extremely vigilant. They huddled together, glaring fiercely at Old Mr. Huò and Butler Kàn.

“The food? But we didn’t feel anything unusual? Besides, we ate in the dining room on the first night. How could they precisely control the onset time of the drug? I, for one, always fall asleep normally.” Mù Wǎn expressed her doubts.

Huáng Tíngguǎng hadn’t figured this point out either. Could it be that he was really overthinking things?

Just as he was puzzling over it, Old Mr. Huò and the butler gradually revealed complacent expressions. Suddenly, a lazy, magnetic voice rang out, pulling Huáng Tíngguǎng back from his self-doubt.

“It’s the aromatherapy in the rooms…”

Old Mr. Huò glanced at Yǐn Yuè with a hint of shock, saying each word distinctly, “What are you saying… Mr. Yǐn?”

“I’m saying… it’s related to the honeydew fragrance in the rooms.” Yǐn Yuè really couldn’t bear to watch any longer, the intelligence of these people was truly worrying, “It’s not the food, but the red wine and the aromatherapy. The two are indispensable. After drinking the red wine, only sleeping in a room with honeydew fragrance will deepen the sleep, so naturally, you won’t be awakened by any noise.”

Having said that, he looked at Old Mr. Huò with a slight smile in his narrowed eyes, “Am I right?”

At this moment, Huáng Tíngguǎng suddenly understood and asked, feigning ignorance, “How does Mr. Yǐn know about the red wine?”

Old Mr. Huò was so angry that he was speechless, glaring at Butler Kàn.

Yǐn Yuè barely suppressed a smile, pushed up his glasses, and said in a teasing tone, “But what’s so difficult about just kissing the rim of the glass?”

The butler realized that he had been tricked and clenched his fists so tightly that his nails seemed to dig into his flesh. His foolish behavior made him lower his head, not daring to face Old Mr. Huò.

With their true faces exposed, the others’ spirits rose, and the sheer number of them gave them the confidence to start cursing the criminals in unison. “Bang!” A gunshot rang out.

The huge villa was instantly silent. Old Mr. Huò raised his gun and aimed at the flower pot by the windowsill, shattering it. Then he turned to them, aiming the gun at each of their heads one by one. When he aimed at Huáng Tíngguǎng, he made a “Pa!” sound with his mouth, deliberately teasing him with his playful heart. The creepy smile and slight shaking of his wrist terrified Huáng Tíngguǎng, who collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

“We have no grudges against you, please let us go, we promise not to call the police.” Knowing that Old Mr. Huò wasn’t after money but their lives, Mù Wǎn was teary-eyed and on the verge of collapse.

“Wǎn Wǎn, don’t be afraid, he’s just trying to scare you…” Before her husband’s comforting words were finished, “Bang!” The bullet pierced his temple, instantly killing him with a headshot, splattering Mù Wǎn’s face with blood.

“Ah～～ Husband… Husband!” Mù Wǎn was so frightened that she collapsed on the spot.

Killing people so decisively, treating human lives like dirt, made the others so terrified that they didn’t dare to say another word.

“What about Little Dié? What have you done to her?” Yǐn Yuè broke the silence, asking calmly.

“Don’t worry, she’s still alive. I should take care of myself first, Mr. Yǐn.” Old Mr. Huò played with the pistol, suddenly aiming it at Yǐn Yuè’s head. Yǐn Yuè clearly noticed that for a moment, a trace of panic flashed in the butler’s eyes.

A sneer curled at the corner of Yǐn Yuè’s lips, fleeting in an instant. He said resentfully, “Alas, that’s true. Putting myself in danger for some damn little girl is really a loss!”

“Bang!” Old Mr. Huò fired, hitting another flower pot to the front and side of Yǐn Yuè, causing Yǐn Yuè’s eardrums to ring momentarily. He shook his head for a while before recovering.

At that moment, Yǐn Yuè seized the opportunity, pulled his hands out of the hemp rope that he had secretly untied himself, and quickly twisted Old Mr. Huò’s wrist holding the gun with force. “Bang!” The shot hit the wall. Yǐn Yuè instantly reversed the situation, snatched the gun into his hand, and aimed it at the two of them.

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