There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game Chapter 22: Chapter 22 Mr. Guo's Treasure

The photographer found the gardener not with the butler, but alone, curled up in a dark corner of the courtyard, clutching his head and mumbling to himself.

The short-statured middle-aged man was huddled up, his body trembling like a sieve, half-hidden by the dense thicket. If the photographer hadn't been specifically looking for him, he might not have seen him at all.

It wasn't until he drew closer that he could clearly hear the gardener incessantly muttering sothing about "don't co looking for ", looking quite frightened.

The photographer felt a vague understanding in his heart and was about to go over and offer so comfort, when suddenly, sothing seed to explode in his mind, followed by that familiar system notification sound—

[Congratulations, players, for completing more than 50% of the main quest. The theater will end in two hours, please get ready.]

The photographer was startled, then his face underwent a dramatic change!

...

This system notification resounded in everyone's minds, almost imdiately after Zhan Qian's task two was announced as completed, the next mont this reminder sounded again.

Instinctively, she looked over at the young man opposite her, who was now looking upwards with interest, likely viewing his quest panel.

The main quest was just over 50% complete, aning there must be people who haven't finished their tasks yet, and with only two hours to go before the end, those who hadn't completed their tasks would face punishnt.

However, seeing the young man's nonchalant deanor, perhaps he had indeed already completed his tasks.

"I didn't expect the condition to leave this world to be this," Zhan Qian ca back to her senses and said, sowhat awkwardly adjusting her hair, and complained to herself internally.

Calling it a Scripted Murder Ga, just finishing more than half of the main quest already lets it end, so imprecise...

She had been insisting on restoring the original story of the script until recently.

Of course, it wasn't ruled out that because she had already revealed the story, the Scripted Murder Ga system might have also deed the story "restored" in so way… Zhan Qian silently consoled herself.

...

anwhile, Tan Xiaohe, who was rummaging through the storage room, was also stunned.

What filled her mind was: it seems I've suddenly won by doing nothing, not only are the tasks already complete, sparing from any punishnt, but the ga is about to end as well.

"Miss Tan, what's wrong?" asked the detective with a smile upon seeing the girl suddenly freeze: "I've found the door to the wine cellar~"

"Ah?"

Tan Xiaohe snapped back to reality and looked at the detective who had suddenly appeared behind her and, upon hearing she was looking for the wine cellar, volunteered to help without asking further.

After a thought, Tan Xiaohe said with a hint of resignation, "Nothing really, I just suddenly lost the desire to explore, after all, none of this really has anything to do with !"

The detective glanced at the girl who had suddenly entered a wiser fra of mind and didn't respond, rely opening the door to the wine cellar.

"Let's go, before the butler realizes what we're doing, let's see what fine wine there is inside." The detective, completely ignoring her previous words, said cheerily, pulling the girl along toward the basent.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm really not curious anymore!" Tan Xiaohe made a token struggle.

The wine cellar buried underground was extrely dim, filled with a sweet and rich aroma. After the detective left the door ajar, he fumbled around to turn on the light.

Warm yellow light poured down, revealing rows of sealed wine jars on the ground.

"Wine," the detective leaned in and sniffed.

Since they were about to leave this ga world, Tan Xiaohe really felt it was tasteless and lacked that strong urge to explore, simply looking around out of boredom.

It seed to be just an ordinary wine cellar, storing many wines below, most of which were already brewed, with a light heady scent lingering at the tip of her nose.

The detective sniffed carefully, and Tan Xiaohe felt this person's sense of sll seed to be very keen, she couldn't help but say, "If there were many people poisoned to death, wouldn't inhaling so much poison every day be a problem?"

It seed like before, in the master bedroom, this guy also sniffed directly, wasn't he afraid to encounter a poison that could kill upon inhalation?

Hearing this, the detective paused for a mont, then laughed twice and said, "Thanks for the concern, beauty, but I've never really thought about that~"

When he encountered challenging cases, he just wanted to figure out a way to solve them, and he couldn't be bothered to think about anything else.

Besides, with no tools available, what else could he rely on but himself?

Maybe after getting out, he could also find a "Huasheng"?

The detective idly thought about these things, groping his way to a wall, and then moved the wine jar in front of him and continued to feel along the wall.

Tan Xiaohe saw that he seed to be purposeful and asked, "Did you find sothing?"

"I feel that there is also another strange sll here, this sll, I have encountered many tis before..." said the detective squinting, his expression getting sowhat serious now.

What kind of sll could the detective frequently encounter?

He wouldn't be referring to a sll that is commonly found in daily life; it was likely related to his detective work.

Tan Xiaohe thought for a mont, then suddenly her thoughts halted, blood?

...

In a second-floor guest room, after sleeping for most of the day, Yang Ming finally woke up to the continuous system prompt sounds. He subconsciously wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, and then looked up into midair.

On the system's task panel, there was a green checkmark next to the main mission, indicating it was completed.

And below this ssage, there was another new one, highlighted and bolded, "This scripted murder ga will end in two hours."

Yang Ming blankly thought for a while, rembering he had entered a ga, rembered going out to steal in the middle of the night, and was cracking the password for the stolen data files.

At this realization, he suddenly ca to his senses, looked down at the tablet in his hands where the download progress bar had reached the end, popping up with an "unlocked" window.

Yang Ming promptly sat up straight, tapped the screen, and in an instant, a folder opened, with rows of densely packed video files listed out.

Was this what the manor owner had hidden so deeply?

They were all video files, could it be that Mr. Guo had done so illegal business, and these were all saved as leverage?

Yang Ming allowed his thoughts to wander for a bit then randomly clicked on a video.

While the video was loading, he suddenly rembered seeing sothing about a mission prompt earlier, so he pulled up the system again to check, and sure enough, his and Tan Xiaohe's cooperative mission, "Steal the manor owner's treasure," showed as completed.

And the ga was almost over!

Yang Ming: "???"

What on earth had happened below while he had accidentally dozed off?

Just then, the video finished loading and started playing automatically, Yang Ming quickly looked down.

The screen showed a pitch-dark secret room, a wall covered in bloodstains, a dim and gloomy light, an elaborately crafted chair, and a girl with nurous scars, bound and captive.

Yang Ming again: "???"