Ming Ke: When the villain accidentally mixes into the protagonist group

Chapter 359 TOOL

Bourbon withdrew his fingers that were pressing on the male corpse's neck, his expression solemn.

At this time, the waiter spoke again, his voice polite and distant: "Mr. Siamese cat, please don't interfere with our work."

Bourbon raised his eyes, scanned the waiters one by one, and asked coldly: "Did you kill him?"

"Please don't misunderstand me." The waiter waved his hands and explained seriously, "We are just dealing with 'garbage'."

Ley, who was examining the body, looked up at the waiter and said, "Garbage? What do you mean by this?"

"Mr. Black Wolf, you are right." The waiter nodded slightly, looking respectful and polite, but no one knew what kind of face was behind the blank mask.

Bourbon clenched his teeth, his chest heaving violently, and a low, hoarse laugh escaped from his throat, "He is trash, then what are you? What am I in your eyes?"

Lei looked at Bourbon, emotions surging in his dark green eyes, and the rabbit banquet that had just ended appeared in his mind.

"You two are naturally our distinguished guests," the waiter explained politely, "as for you, we should call you 'tools'."

"Do you have any more garbage like this?" Bourbon stared at the waiter who called himself a "tool."

"Sorry, we will deal with all the 'garbage' in a timely manner, so please don't interfere with our work, gentlemen." After saying that, the waiter pushed the linen cart and prepared to leave.

However, the linen cart was firmly held by Bourbon and Ley, and the waiter could not move it at all.

"Gentlemen..." The waiter took a deep breath, his tone still gentle and polite, "This is not a good idea."

Lei asked coldly: "How do you deal with this kind of 'garbage'?"

"It seems that the two gentlemen seem to be very interested in this."

"It's really curious. After all, we don't know when we will go from being a VIP to being trash."

Rumbling--

Thunder exploded overhead, and the sound waves were like invisible hands, shaking the porthole glass and making a low hum.

The strong wind created huge waves that hit the side of the ship again and again, and the cruise ship moved forward in the turbulent waves.

A light laugh broke the dead silence in the corridor, and Quail Fire, wearing a dark green knee-length cocktail dress, walked over slowly. "How could the two distinguished guests think like this?"

"What do you think we should think?" Bourbon looked at the newcomer coldly.

"I am not talented enough, so please forgive me if I said something wrong." Quehuo bowed slowly, and the waiters wearing blank masks quickly followed suit and bowed deeply.

When Bourbon saw this, he felt as if a breath was stuck in his chest, unable to swallow or spit it out.

"Miss Quail Fire, how many times has this happened?" After examining the corpse, Lei looked at Quail Fire in a green skirt.

"Well..." Quehuo glanced at the male corpse on the linen cart, "It happens every day, but who would record such things?"

Bourbon sneered, "It's just 'garbage' after all!"

Green Skirt Quail Fire didn't want to argue with the two on this topic, so she asked with concern: "Dear guests, it's getting late. Are you dissatisfied with the living environment we arranged?"

Lei guessed that this group of people would not say anything, and he and Bourbon could not get any useful information from them, and the male corpse was very strange.

However, Bourbon didn't want to broach the subject. He rolled his eyes and pointed to the door that had the "Please Clean Immediately" light on it. "I was not satisfied with the previous room, and I like this one."

Quehuo was not surprised by this. He turned to look at the waiter and raised his chin slightly.

The waiter quickly used his wristband to unlock the door, bowed and said, "Mr. Siamese Cat, now you just need to use your wristband to enter your information on the access control system, and this room will be yours to use."

"Then my previous..."

Before the Siamese cat could finish, the waiter immediately added: "Of course it's yours to use, too."

"I presume that the two distinguished guests should be very interested in the 'old things' already in the guest room. If there are none, I'm afraid they won't be able to sleep well all night." Quehuo waved her hand.

The waiters pushed the linen cart into the guest room.

The sudden change made Bourbon feel vaguely uneasy, but he still touched the door with his bracelet, hoping to get something this time, and stepped into the room.

Seeing this, Quehuo said softly: "I wish you two a wonderful night. If you need anything, just come to me." After that, he left with the waiters.

Bourbon was about to close the door and investigate alone, but Lei put his hand against the door.

"You are not welcome here." Bourbon pushed the door, trying to lock Lei out.

Lei's eyes stayed on Bourbon's hands which were tightly wrapped in gauze. "Your hands are not convenient. If the wound is torn again, she will be worried."

"Don't use her as an excuse."

Lei's lips curled slightly, "Two people investigating is always faster than one person. I'm afraid tomorrow's game will not be easy."

Rumbling--

There was no other sound besides the thunder.

Then, Lei felt Bourbon's force in pushing the door gradually weaken.

click-

A dazzling white light shone through the gap in the curtains directly onto the face of the male corpse. The man in the linen cart looked peaceful, and did not look like he was dead, but rather like he was in a deep sleep.

Lei closed the door and looked around the room, but didn't find anything suspicious. He walked to the window and checked the locks, and found that all the windows were locked from the inside, and there were no signs of intrusion from the outside, but it could not be ruled out that the traces were cleaned up by the waiters.

Bourbon stood by the linen cart, "How do you think he died?"

"No edema, no obvious external injuries, so mechanical damage can be ruled out for now." Ley walked over to Bourbon and checked the nail bed of the man. "No current spots, the nail bed color is normal, so electric shock and partial poisoning can be ruled out."

"There are no restraint injuries, and he must have died not long ago. Neither rigor mortis nor postmortem corpse spots have formed. Preliminary judgment is that the time of death should be around the end of the dinner." Bourbon pinched the man's jaw to force him to open his mouth, and smelled a faint smell of tobacco.

Lei held his chin in his hand and thought, "People who attend the dinner party cannot be excluded."

Bourbon looked around the room. There was nothing on the bedside table and desk except some decorations. He found a clean ashtray in the corner of the room. He guessed that it had probably been cleaned by the waiters, so he quickly searched in the linen cart. However, he only found a few empty beverage bottles in the garbage bag.

"Come, give me a hand." Ley lifted the upper body of the man's body and turned to look at Bourbon. Bourbon walked over and hugged the legs of the body. The two worked together to move the man's body to the bed, and then began to check the bedding in the linen cart, but still found nothing.

Just as Lei was thinking, Bourbon seemed to have thought of something and grinned.

"Hmm?" Ley looked at Bourbon, "What did you find?"

"Nothing." Bourbon turned and walked towards the door. "I'm going to find a place to sleep. You can continue investigating."

Lei glanced at the male corpse, "Oh? I thought you would be with him tonight."

"I have no objection to you staying with him, but if that's the case, you should stay away from Mingyue." Bourbon glanced at Lei who followed him.

Rye held out his left hand toward Bourbon, palm up, "Give me your bracelet."

"Don't you want to?"

"Changed my mind."

"Heh." Bourbon sneered, but did not take off the bracelet, "Find a place to rest by yourself."

"If you go find the owl, won't that room belong to me?"

Bourbon paused.

"I guess you want to bring an owl here, but can you trust what he said?" Ley and Bourbon looked at each other.