There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

It's laughable, there wasn't a spy injured on the second floor at all.

And this truth, "only" the person who concocted this tale, the Capital Commandant, knew.

What could Doctor Kong know?

He was merely fulfilling his duty, seeking the facts, and stating all the problems he discovered, trying his best to help the military district find the real spy, and then clear his own suspicions.

Thus, Xu Shuo asked with great confusion, "Manager Zhang, had you sustained any injuries before the gunshot wound?"

The Capital Commandant's sharp and indifferent eagle eyes stared intently at Manager Zhang, his face emotionless and quite intimidating.

However, Manager Zhang clenched his teeth, now unwilling to say anything else.

He knew that even if he now claimed there was a problem with the physician before him, it probably wouldn't make any difference.

The only thing he could do was to adamantly deny everything!

The lady beside him looked at him with unsettled suspicion, apparently unable to believe that the man she was in close company with would do something strange, her anxiety clearly written all over her face.

"It seems, Manager Zhang is hiding quite a few secrets," the Capital Commandant said, his mouth curving into a somewhat ferocious smile.

"I don't know what you're talking about, I was indeed always in the lobby, and it was by accident that a misfired gun shot my arm," Manager Zhang said through gritted teeth.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk now."

The Capital Commandant sneered at him sideways: "I will make you speak."

Manager Zhang's face turned ugly: "Are all the people in the military district so unreasonable? Can't a clear-headed person see that it's just a gunshot wound? And yet you insist there is something wrong with my wound, and then pin a groundless charge on me?"

Although he did not specifically name names, his meaning was unmistakable.

Xu Shuo pointed to himself with a somewhat innocent look on his face, unable to restrain himself from saying, "My senior physician's license was obtained a long time ago, and I have ten years of experience in the field, with quite a rich understanding of various types of wounds."

Manager Zhang almost didn't manage to suppress the urge to roll his eyes.

If it hadn't been for the cunning I just saw in you, I might have believed you!

The Capital Commandant, with a calm expression, took a pair of white gloves from a soldier and put them on, then glanced at the lady in the corner who was shrinking her presence.

"Take her as well."

Two soldiers quickly stepped forward and seized her arms; the lady looked up in astonishment and cried out in panic, "Why are you arresting me? I... I know nothing! Dear, tell them..."

Manager Zhang turned a deaf ear, his face now uglier than anyone else's. Not to mention that his own escape was doubtful.

And pleading was completely pointless; as Manager Zhang's companion, even if she truly knew nothing, she couldn't possibly walk away unscathed.

The glamorous and beautiful lady was mercilessly tied to another chair, her fair and delicate wrists quickly marked red from the binding. She struggled for a moment, then looked tearfully at Xu Shuo, pitiful and helpless.

Xu Shuo: "..."

Maybe Doctor Kong just looked too kind.

So, Xu Shuo reluctantly looked away as if he could not bear to watch.

Then, he saw the Major Commandant take a small surgical knife from his acupuncture bag, which seemed like he intended to draw blood with it.

"Wait..." Xu Shuo began, then hesitated.

The Major Commandant gave him a cool look.

After thinking, Xu Shuo handed over the medical scissors he was holding, "Switch to this one."

The lady: "..."

Manager Zhang: "..."

The front desk young lady: "..."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Xu Shuo maintained his persona well, swapping back his limited-edition surgical knife, carefully cleaning it and placing it back in his bag.

However, the Major Commandant did not use the bizarre tool like scissors, but instead drew a military saber from a soldier's side, which was far sharper than anything else, and it also had a blood groove.

"It's not too late to say anything now," the Capital Commandant looked at them.

"I, I, I really don't know anything! I am innocent, Major Commandant! Please, let me go!" the young woman burst into tears.

Manager Zhang clenched his teeth, just glaring at him with resentment.

His hands, tied behind his back, clenched, but noticing the rest room's tightly shut door and the circle of soldiers standing around, not to mention even more military men outside, he ultimately held back.

There was no escape, he could only endure!

...

...

Second floor.

Room 214.

The male waiter sat on the chair in a panic, seemingly greatly shocked, while his hands, tied behind his back, were slowly rubbing against each other.

The situation now seemed off. Just for having a slight connection with Doctor Kong over delivering coffee, he had been taken in for questioning. Did this mean that guy had been exposed already?!

And now he was suspected of being an accomplice.

Because he happened to deliver coffee to the other room during the blackout, even if he were truly innocent, it would be hard not to be associated with suspicion. That Capital Commandant didn't look like someone who could be easily deceived and let the matter drop.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been restrained without a word.

His luck was indeed terrible. Randomly mentioning a room number, he actually guessed a spy's room.

The male waiter quietly loosened the rope.

He couldn't wait to be interrogated; ten o'clock was approaching fast.

Even if he hadn't found his contact yet, the prearranged time and the location wouldn't change. What if the contact managed to reach the hotel's backyard and wait? What then?

Wouldn't he miss the chance to complete the mission?

The mission was of the utmost importance!

Grasping the loose rope, the male waiter looked up at the two soldiers standing not far away, vigilantly watching him without glancing elsewhere.

In the next moment, the figure on the chair became a blur. One of the soldiers shuddered and then, without warning, closed his eyes and fell.

The soldier beside him realized something was wrong, but before he could react, his mouth was covered, and then a chop struck him behind the ear.

After swiftly taking down two men, the male waiter calmed his rapid breathing and listened anxiously for any noise outside the door.

If it weren't for him having received a frail body, with his speed, he should have been able to take down both soldiers instantly. However, as the first soldier fell, he had no time to silence him, allowing some noise to escape.

Fortunately, there was no movement outside the door.

The male waiter breathed a sigh of relief, then moved stealthily to the window and peeked outside through a corner of the curtain.

In the dark night, a faint red light twinkled on a high point of a distant building.

This was room 214, room 311 was diagonally above. Since the hallway was blocked, the only way left was the hotel's exterior wall.

But he was unsure of the skills of the sniper here.

Moreover, the windows of the even-numbered rooms faced the hotel's backyard, where many soldiers patrolled. Anyone looking up could easily spot someone moving along the wall.

After some thought, the male waiter turned to look at the two men on the floor.

He walked over and stripped the uniform from one of the soldiers, whose body size was similar to his own. After swapping clothes, he tied the soldier to the chair, and dragged the other to a blind spot out of sight.

Then, the male waiter, mirroring the appearance of the bound soldier, rubbed and massaged his own face for a while.

After the changes, his face bore some resemblance to the other, although his facial structure and bone profile still looked a bit thin, but it wasn't a major issue!

Lowering his military cap, the male waiter opened the door.