Chapter 644: Is the Cook a Pervert?! Pity and Shame?

Su Yang reached out to touch, the cold sensation as icy as a block of ice.

His skin had long since stiffened, emitting a faint whiff of decay.

Clearly, the jar's sealing cannot fully suppress the rotting of flesh and blood.

"The kitchen not only has rotten meat, but also a hand?" the Maid with a ponytail showed a doubtful look.

The gaze toward Su Yang couldn't help but carry a few extra doubts.

From any angle, this kitchen is filled with eeriness.

First, the unusually high usage frequency, then the raw meat hanging on the wall.

And the toxins and human limbs inside the jar!

In the night, an oil lamp emitted a faint radiance, and the atmosphere gradually solidified.

At this moment, Su Yang's thoughts swirled; his brain was full of confusion over the Cook's actions.

Considering several points, this Cook is not proper.

He might even be an Executioner!

In a Death Game themed around "seeking the murderer," this is undoubtedly explosive information.

Even before the game officially begins, without mentioning the Maid, Su Yang himself begins to doubt himself.

Reality lies right here; how can one turn a blind eye?

"It's just a woman's hand; perhaps the Cook kills people with toxins, then dismembers them and stores them in the jar."

"If he isn't a Strange Man with some collecting fetish, then the rotten meat in those jars…" the Maid began to speak but stopped.

Su Yang nodded gravely, "This pile of rotten meat also comes from humans!"

"It seems the game has set its tone even before it starts, Mr. Cook, are you ready for the voting response?" the Maid's voice was slightly sharp.

Upon hearing that, Su Yang's tightly knit brow instantly relaxed.

"You say that, and I suddenly recall a saying— the so‑called truth is visible to you because others want you to see it."

"When events are abnormal, there must be a monster; you're right, this can be a point of suspicion, but it's too obvious, too directed, which actually can exonerate the Cook."

"How would a murderer brazenly place Loot in the place of daily work?"

"Moreover, the kitchen's malevolence is real, yet precisely because of that, it can actually rule the Cook out."

The Maid's mouth curved, "Is this your self‑statement as a suspect?"

"So you're saying, if I deliberately kill someone and then do the opposite by placing the corpse in the room, clever people would rule me out?"

"The case hinges on evidence; I don't care what you think, but for now I trust my eyes more."

Su Yang chuckled lightly, "Yes, everything comes down to Luoshi and evidence; currently the evidence does work against me, but if a Death Game were that simple, everyone could clear it in a day."

"What if?" the Maid retorted.

"Then congratulations to you," Su Yang's eyes flashed with an inexplicable expression, then he added, "But if you choose wrong, you'll lose 36 hours."

"May I take this as a self‑rescue tactic of yours?" the Maid asked.

"I share the same mindset as all the players present: find the murderer quickly and leave as soon as possible," Su Yang said.

"What if the murderer really is you?"

"Wouldn't that exactly fulfill your wish?"

The Maid fell silent, sealed the jar, and turned to walk outside.

"Where are you going? Not continuing to watch?" Su Yang asked curiously.

"Going to the Second Floor to look; I suddenly find some sense in what you just said—let's glimpse the whole picture before concluding."

"But don't get too pleased early; once the seed of doubt is sown, it's hard to uproot," the Maid said.

"I still don't know your name," Su Yang called toward the doorway.

The Maid flicked her ponytail, her once sharp gaze softened a bit, "Zhai Sixin."

"Miss Zhai, take care," Su Yang waved.

When she left, Su Yang blew out the oil lamp, walked to the window and opened it.

A cold wind laced with rain surged into the house, instantly sweeping away the stifling heat and dryness.

Su Yang fetched an old chair and sat down, his thigh trembling involuntarily.

"All the Luoshi and evidence on the First Floor currently point to me."

"The kitchen's abnormality is too obvious, also too abrupt."

"A normal Cook could not take such a ridiculous action."

"Unless he wasn't a Cook from the start!"

Thinking of this, Su Yang reached into his pocket and took out the silver coin he had picked up upon entering the Ancient Castle.

Using the moonlight reflected through the window, he once again carefully examined the portrait on it.

Although only a profile was visible, the main features were clear enough, and his brain involuntarily formed a complete face.

"There are still a few hours before the official start; no more unfavorable Luoshi may appear."

Su Yang clenched the silver coin, his eyes flashing with resolve.

If the Cook truly is the murderer, he must divert the disaster eastward, pointing the spear at others!

But Tang Youning would inevitably meddle, making a good ending impossible.

Therefore, Su Yang must speed up the clock.

With that in mind, he rose, kicked the stool aside, turned to glance at the wide-open window, and a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

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Ancient Castle, Second Floor.

Four players gathered here, racing against time to scrutinize every corner, fearing to miss any detail.

Many people, when faced with a Detective Theme style of play, subconsciously aim their investigation at places far from themselves.

Because people always think that crucial evidence would not simply appear right beside them or in front of their eyes.

Tang Youning is also strikingly among them.

Just as he was observing the Second Floor corridor, a steady set of footsteps suddenly came from behind.

Turning his head, he saw a familiar handsome face with a half‑smile.

"Busy, Brother Tang?" Su Yang greeted.

Tang Youning turned his head and, in a lukewarm tone, said, "I heard there are many pieces of evidence in the kitchen that are unfavorable to you, Brother Su. Have you already dealt with them?"

"A righteous person fears not a slanting Shadow, and I disdain doing such things."

"Moreover... concealment only deepens suspicion," Su Yang said lightly.

"From what you say... you seem confident you can survive until tomorrow night?" Tang Youning said.

"Perhaps. I'm a person who fears pain; Hang Execution is too cruel for me," Su Yang said.

As soon as the words fell, Tang Youning suddenly changed his expression, his previously graceful face becoming wildly ferocious.

His already blood‑red eyes added an even richer murderous aura!

"You fear pain? Have you ever considered the great crime inflicted upon my wife at that time?"

"I saw with my own eyes... I watched her bound by iron chains as a minotaur twisted off her head!"

"Su Yang, do you have any shred of compassion or shame?!"

The gloomy questioning grew louder, echoing throughout the entire Second Floor.

A player searching for evidence in the room heard the voice and couldn't help but stick out their head, looking this way.

"What's going on?"