Chapter 646: The Overpowering Stench of Poop?! That's Exactly My Taste!

On the mattress of the master bed lies a hair that does not belong to the Countess.

Under the circumstance of deep mutual affection, such a situation could not exist.

Moreover, Su Yang would not doubt the possibility that the Countess had dyed her hair.

After all, as Zhai Sixin said, the current state presented by the Script Murder is the fact.

There is no need to consider what a certain thing or person was like before.

Otherwise, the significance of the evidence clues gathered now would be minimal.

Thus, based on this, Su Yang has full reason to suspect the Count of infidelity.

Perhaps the mattress's unevenness is also due to this; he has slept in this place for years.

But the other side is empty.

If this continues, the lack of a balanced fulcrum will inevitably cause a physical Transform.

Although this Luoshi is small and seems insignificant, it greatly aids the overall game situation and story background.

"The Count is cheating?"

"A golden‑haired woman…"

"Who could it be?"

A flash of brilliance passes through Su Yang's eyes; the matter seems to be getting more interesting.

A strange kitchen, a mysterious Cook, a cheating Count…

The entire Ancient Castle is shrouded in a strange atmosphere.

The game has not yet begun, so no one knows who has died.

Based on the clues gathered so far, the deceased is likely the Count's lover.

According to Nobility's customs, they value reputation and dignity more than life.

When this happens, the Countess could not remain indifferent.

Even if the Count is powerful, he would not simply swallow his grievances.

Thinking this far, Su Yang suddenly feels a surge of impulse—

He wants to go check the Maid's Room!

Before that, he needs to find concrete proof of the Count's fondness for hunting.

Thus, Su Yang meticulously searched the Master Room, including the Cupboard, walls, and so on.

He left no area that could possibly hide firearms unchecked.

"The gun is not in the room, nor any sharp weapon..." Su Yang furrowed his Brow, his gaze turning to the doorway.

As Li Zhenhua said, the Master Room shows no abnormality.

Of course, it does not rule out that a player who entered earlier took valuable clues.

But Su Yang can be certain that the hair strand belongs solely to him.

"First, go take a look at the Maid's Room."

Su Yang re‑laid the sheets and blanket, and returned the displaced items to their original spots.

Seeing it restored to its original state, he then left.

Back in the corridor, Su Yang's clothes still retain the lingering scent of pine resin, which soothes the mind.

Passing several rooms and checking them in passing, he found they were mostly storage rooms and Guest Rooms, containing no substantive clues.

He then reached the end of the corridor and looked up to see a sign on the door marked 'Maid's Room'.

Su Yang instinctively gripped the Door Handle and twisted it, but this time ran into trouble.

"Click!"

"Hm?"

A strange hue flashes in Su Yang's eyes; he exerts a little force but still cannot turn it open.

"Someone locked it from inside?"

Impatience wells up in Su Yang, and he is about to force the door open…

"Creak—"

Just as the Big Footboard is about to land on the door, it suddenly opens.

Another attractive Maid opens a gap in the door, revealing half of her face.

"What are you doing?"

Su Yang retracts his leg and retorts, "What are you doing inside?"

"People have three urgencies; my stomach suddenly hurts a bit," the Maid says without changing expression.

Su Yang, hearing this, carefully assesses her clothing and features.

Her skin is very yellow, with several obvious black blemishes on her face, but her Brow bone is pronounced, giving her an overall rather dashing demeanor.

Her long hair reaches her waist, her figure is slightly slender, and her clothing accentuates her shape.

It is evident that she pursues a rather refined aesthetic for her own pleasure.

However…

Those eyes, however, are unusually sharp, emitting a cold glint when they stare, making one very uncomfortable.

"If your stomach hurts, you should go to the bathroom; what are you doing staying in the Maid's Room?" Su Yang asks.

"I said it's urgent; there's no time to look for a restroom. Any problem?" the Maid replies impatiently.

"Then can you let me in now? I want to go in and look," Su Yang says.

"No, the smell inside is strong; wait until it dissipates," the Maid pretends to close the door.

"Thud!"

Su Yang stretched his leg to jam the door, Mouth corner with a smile, he said: "It's okay, I'll just have this one."

"Are you sure?" Maid strained in secret, but found she couldn't overpower him.

"Of course, especially with a beauty like you, I like it even more," Su Yang's voice carried a slightly hoarse, magnetic tone.

"As you wish."

Maid opened the room door, standing sideways to let him pass.

Su Yang strode in and immediately smelled a foul odor.

The smell was extremely strong, and Brain instantly conjured the original source's image.

Su Yang forced down nausea, held his breath, his expression slightly unnatural.

Maid, seeing this, teased: "Didn't you say you liked it? Why do you look so unwilling?"

"I was just wondering what you ate yesterday; the smell is surprisingly rich," Su Yang said with a half‑smile.

Maid's expression stiffened, then she said: "What does it have to do with you?"

Su Yang smiled, glanced toward the Bathroom direction.

The Maid's room was small, about twenty square meters, with a bed, a table, a stool, and a Wardrobe.

The Dressing Table was tiny, flush against the wall, only a few centimeters from the bed.

The Cosmetics on the tabletop were few, and most had been used up more than half.

From the packaging, the quality and price were clearly inferior to those used by the Count.

That was normal, after all, given the Maid's status.

Only…

Su Yang's gaze fell on a corner of the Dressing Table, where there were obvious marks of a decorative item.

But the decorative item was nowhere to be seen.

Su Yang raised his Brow, couldn't help looking at the Maid standing by the wall, who stared elsewhere as if no one were there, with a calm demeanor.

"May I ask… where did the thing on the Dressing Table go?"

"What thing?"

"From its style, I guess it's a Photo Frame type of decorative item. Where is it?"

"How would I know?"

"Is that so?" Su Yang chuckled lightly and asked no further.

Obviously, this somewhat valuable decorative item had been taken by some player.

It might also be hidden in some little‑known corner.

But that no longer matters.

This Portrait must involve extremely important information, and the person didn't want to be discovered, so they tampered with it.

Su Yang urgently needed to locate the owner of the golden hair, and since there was no result in this room, he could just go to another.

Using elimination, it could be clearly distinguished.

It couldn't be the Security Guard or the Coachman, could it?

"Why are you still staying here? Don't you have anything else to do?" Su Yang asked curiously.

"I was afraid you'd disturb the scene, so I wanted to stay and watch you," the Maid said.

"I see…" Su Yang nodded inwardly, plopped down on the edge of the bed, feeling the springiness of the hard mattress, and said:

"Are you the owner of this room?"