"Isn't it?" Bourbon asked back.

“Ha…haha…” The evil puppeteer laughed awkwardly, “She…she didn’t assign me any tasks.”

Bourbon raised his bandaged hand again. "Taking care of me when I was injured, isn't that the task she assigned to you? Or rather, she assigned you other tasks that I couldn't know about. So after I asked you to be quiet, you kept talking. Did you want to annoy me and leave?"

As Bourbon finished speaking, the surroundings fell into dead silence.

The warm winter sun shines through the glass windows, leaving bright spots on the floor. However, no matter how bright the sun is, the damp and salty air in the cabin still makes people feel cold.

At this moment, a layer of fine beads of sweat oozed out of the forehead of the evil puppeteer under the owl mask. He opened his mouth, but only uttered a dry syllable: "I..."

Bourbon approached the evil puppeteer and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Don't say that you are a doctor and take care of patients. You are not that kind of person."

“No, I…” The evil puppeteer tugged at his black robe and swallowed, “I want to go back and change clothes. This one… isn’t very comfortable. I don’t mean anything else, really!”

However, just as the evil puppeteer was feeling smug about his excuse, the Siamese cat said mercilessly: "This dress is indeed uncomfortable, but if you want Miss Gray Rabbit to win, you have no choice but to wear it now. Do you think I'm right, Doctor Owl?"

"Ha...hahaha...yes, that's right..."

"Then can you tell me now what task she assigned you?" The purple-gray eyes stared at the evil puppeteer without blinking, full of inquiry and suspicion, "Or tell me how you and Miss Gray Rabbit communicated with each other?"

The evil puppeteer's black robe was soaked with sweat and stuck to his body. His neck seemed to ache slightly again, and the smile on his face froze again and again. "Can you tell me about your plan? And why did you say that the elimination round is about to end?"

"Didn't Miss Gray Rabbit tell you?" Bourbon asked tentatively again.

The evil puppeteer who was about to shake his head to deny it abruptly stopped his action and tried to defend himself: "She is with the people of the Apocalypse Church now. How could she pass on information to me? Even if she did, it should be to you. By the way, did you see anything from those gray hairs?"

Bourbon's eyes swept back and forth over the evil puppeteer, and he couldn't help but sigh that the serial killer's mental quality was strong. However, that was only here. If there was a chance to put him in the interrogation room, there would be ways to pry open his mouth.

“Must play a chair.”

"what?"

"You've never played this game?"

"It's the one who listens to the music and then finds a chair to sit down when the music stops. Anyone who doesn't sit in a chair is eliminated."

"Yeah." Bourbon nodded.

"Oh, I see. That's why you said the elimination round is about to end." The evil puppeteer looked as if he had suddenly realized something, "Because in the game of musical chairs, there will only be one participant left in the end."

Bourbon glanced at the evil puppeteer and continued walking to the next shop with a serious expression, thinking: It would be great if this is really a game of musical chairs, but I'm afraid it's not that simple.

He opened his palms and looked at his tangled grey hair again.

Why did you mark so many chairs? Were you worried that we wouldn't be able to spot the marks, or did you want to convey some other message?

Bourbon gathered his five fingers together, grasped the gray hair in his palm, raised his head and looked out the window. A scorching sun was hanging high in the sky. They didn't have much time left, but the message left by Mingyue could not be fully interpreted.

The incomplete puzzle seemed to be mixed with other fragments, making it impossible to piece together a complete picture.

The bright sunlight shone through the glass windows and fell on the dining table in the main restaurant on the fifth floor of the cruise ship. The rich food was even more tempting in the sunlight. At this time, many gamblers had come to enjoy lunch. People came and went, but no one dared to make a loud noise.

The loud snoring echoed in the main restaurant, attracting many people's attention, but they only glanced at him, then quickly looked away, took their food, and left quickly.

The big-backed baboon stood there, looking at the extinguished cigar, listening to the roaring snoring in his ears, secretly rejoicing, expecting, and waiting with hope for what was about to happen, but he did not notice that Bearded Lily had appeared behind him.

Bearded Lily looked at the baboon with his head down and a happy expression. He knew what he was expecting. However, the snoring in his ear was so strong and powerful. Would the expected thing happen? Bearded Lily also had a little expectation in his heart. He glanced at the brown bear Jeffrey Dahmer lying on the sofa, but the tragic scene of the mouse's death flashed in his mind.

"My lord, you're back." The baboon then noticed that the bearded Lily was standing beside him. He quickly looked around and said in a low voice, "He has been sleeping for a while."

"Hmm." Bearded Lily reached out and picked up the cigar in the ashtray. It was clearly under the warm sunshine, but it felt so cold to the touch.

The baboon quickly took out a match, lit the cedar wood chips, and after carefully extinguishing the flame, he bent down and handed it to the cigar.

After a long time, Bearded Lily exhaled a puff of blue-gray smoke, and the sweet smell of tobacco diffused in the moist and salty air.

The sun was shining brightly outside the window at this time, and the sea was rippling with white waves.

Lei, who had separated from Bourbon and went alone to check the numbered rooms on each floor, looked out the window and saw the sun gradually climbing to the highest point in the sky. He was about to return to Room 4, but at the corner of the stairwell he met a man with a cigarette in his mouth, who seemed to be waiting for him.

The man wearing a raccoon mask was burly. He leaned against the wall and looked at the black wolf with long black hair. "Have you checked all the other digital rooms?"

Lei ignored the raccoon and tried to move away, but was grabbed by the shoulder. Lei waved his hand, trying to pry the hand away, but was grabbed by the wrist, "Let go."

The raccoon man held a cigarette in his mouth and said with a smile: "Brother, can I borrow a light?"

This time, Lei did not strike a match like before, but directly threw the matchbox in his pocket over, not wanting to get entangled with him.

But the raccoon man took the matchbox thrown to him and put it in his pocket instead of lighting the cigarette. He looked around and saw no one, so he whispered, "Follow me."

Lei refused with a cold face: "I have something else to do."

"I know this is against the rules, but I can't trust anyone else except you." The raccoon man smiled bitterly while holding a cigarette in his mouth, "I think you can understand me, Akai Shuichi..."

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