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Tan Ming's gaze quickly swept over Xu Le, then shifted to Master Ban, his eyes deep and inscrutable, making him difficult to read.
Xie Jian, after taking a few slow steps, suddenly glanced at his hands and was startled to find them covered in flour. His last memory was of holding a thick rolling pin, flattening dough.
With these thoughts racing through his mind, he hurried to the kitchen, relying on his hazy recollections to guide him until he reached the spot where he and Xu Le had collapsed.
At a glance, he saw a rolling pin quietly resting in the corner. One end was charred black from the fire, while the other end remained untouched, clearly coated in flour.
His expression darkened instantly, as if shrouded by a layer of gloom. He vividly remembered entering from outside, seeing Xu Le, and then everything faded into a blank void, as if wiped clean by an invisible hand.
He slowly crouched down, gritting his teeth and clutching his head tightly with both hands, his body trembling slightly.
Master Ban, who had followed him in, keenly sensed something was off and asked with concern, "Lao Ku, is something troubling you?"
Xie Jian rarely felt tears prick at his eyes; his voice trembled slightly as he replied, "Lao Ban, do you think it's possible that the murderer is hiding within the messenger's mind and is manipulating their consciousness to commit heinous acts?"
Master Ban shuddered at Xie Jian's words. He cautiously suggested, "Should we ask Tan Ming?"
Xie Jian furrowed his brow tightly, as if making a significant decision. He sighed deeply and said helplessly, "Forget it." With that, he turned and left.
Master Ban watched him go with a furrowed brow before following closely behind.
In the restaurant on the first floor, Ling Xingyuan and Liu Xuanzhu were struggling to move Tan Ming’s backpack that Yan Qing had carried; it still contained half of their food supply.
With food in short supply, Ling Xingyuan suddenly remembered Yan Qing’s backpack and tugged Liu Xuanzhu along to help move it.
To an ordinary person, the backpack might not seem like much; however, for them—who were now only the size of a thumb—it loomed like a towering mountain.
Ling Xingyuan racked his brain to devise several plans but was left panting without managing to budge the heavy burden even slightly.
Fan Xiaonan watched them with great interest; instead of helping, he occasionally offered sarcastic remarks that left everyone exasperated.
"Is this how the fire incident ends?" Shen Jianghuan asked with a puzzled expression.
The others fell silent in response. Without any leads, how could they investigate?
Xu Le firmly believed that Xie Jian had knocked him out; however, neither of them had any recollection of who started the fire.
"The truth will always come to light; it's just a matter of time," Zhang Liu said with determination.
Jiang Jie replied in a low voice, "What we can't afford right now is time!" Her brows furrowed as she felt deep down that the arson incident was far more complicated than it appeared.
"How else should we find out? Just throw the chef out; after all, he can't escape death forever!" Ling Xingyuan said nonchalantly, drenched in sweat from moving things around.
"You're just settling personal scores!" Master Ban frowned.
Ling Xingyuan was clearly taking revenge on Xie Jian.
"I would never admit to that," Ling Xingyuan said defensively.
As they continued to argue without reaching any conclusions, Tan Ming spoke up, "I'm going upstairs."
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