The crowd was deeply divided over the identity of the killer.
The men believed the murderer was a vanishing auctioneer. By any measure, he was the most suspected.
And the women had to go against the men and were unhappy with them for siding with the actress.
“Why don’t we split up and look for the auctioneer?”
The waiter rummaged around and finally found two red candles in the corner of the utility room, which should be prepared for the candlelight dinner romance.
The red candles swayed like bloody tears. On this stormy night, the crowd did not have a little sense of warmth.
The gray blanket had been stained with blood. In order not to spoil the crime scene, the guests were unified to rest in another corner.
The marble floor was polished as before, and there was no blood.
If someone had not sorted out the scene, there was only one possibility.
“Potbelly committed suicide.”
Hazel was shocked by her absurd idea.
Baron shook his head. He took out a piece of gum and handed it to Hazel.
Before attending the masquerade ball, he drank a little wine.
Dave gave him a box of chewing gum. If he took a fancy to any socialite and wanted sex, he should care about the details when kissing. His mouth was full of alcohol and it was not good.
Baron’s face twitched unconsciously and he took it naturally.
Now, it was of use.
Her tongue was sweet and greasy, and the taste of red wine was more like a catalyst that made him unable to stop. He gave her the gum to pass the time or to remove the tension.
“Thank you.”
Hazel thanked him politely. She peeled one and put it into her mouth. The sweet taste of the watermelon eased her nausea from the smell of blood.
He also ate gum? It couldn’t be wrong, it was her favorite taste and brand.
Hazel had kept this habit since high school.
She suddenly felt a little strange. She thought, “Could it be that I don’t understand Mr. Andrew? This action is very considerate.”
“Mr. Andrew, you just said that the murderer would be found out soon. Can you tell me now?”
With so many hundred guests in the hall, it was not easy to pick out a killer.
If Baron could quickly locate the killer, then he could be called a divine detective.
“Plum Blossom.”
Only the Plum Blossom could have this song.
In the last hijacking incident, Plum Blossom suffered a big loss. With her personality, she must have planned a bigger conspiracy.
Baron judged whether Potbelly’s death was intentional or innocent.
Plum Blossom was temperamental and unpredictable, likely to teach Baron a lesson by implicating the innocent.
Just now, he confirmed that Potbelly was the target of this trip to the Plum Blossom.
They appeared arrogantly and unpredictable, making people unprepared.
“If my guess is correct, the auctioneer is already dead.”
For the Baron, life and death were no big deal. Moreover, he was cold and would not give any extra sympathy to others.
Perhaps, he had no sympathy at all.
“The auctioneer is from Plum Blossom?”
Hazel was bewildered, but she confirmed that Baron was serious.
“If that was the case, he wouldn’t have died.”
The Plum Blossom did things cleanly and successfully framed the auctioneer. Perhaps, they had their plans for killing Potbelly.
Unfortunately, the auctioneer’s bad idea made their murder go well, by way of a trick.
They had such outstanding resilience, worthy of being the world’s top-ranked transnational crime group!
Interpol hunted them for years without actually catching them. Every time the Plum Blossom appeared, it signaled an impending storm.
Hazel thought for a moment and finally understood the meaning behind Baron’s words.
The Plum Blossom wanted to kill Potbelly, and coincidentally, they caught up with the auctioneer’s bad ideas.
The Plum Blossom had played the trick, killed Potbelly, and made the auctioneer take the blame.
Not only that, but it also played out the scene of the auctioneer committing suicide out of fear of punishment, leaving the matter unsettled.
The short-term planning was flawless. Had the power of the Plum Blossom reached a terrifying level?
“It’s not that they want the auctioneer to take the blame, it’s just a lie to the public.”
Baron looked out of the window at the night sky with a deep look in his eyes.
He believed that the Plum Blossom did not want to hide it from him. Otherwise, it would not use the melody of death as a greeting gift. When changing the dress, he found a Plum Blossom card in his pocket.
The hunt card for the transnational criminal organization was finally here.
It was interesting to play against a high-level opponent. Baron was in the mood to play with them.
It was unknown who would win.
“What do you guys think Potbelly has offended?”
Everyone present had a backer behind them. To be able to do such a big business, none of them were easy to deal with. Who was so arrogant that he had to kill people for revenge?
“I heard some rumors. A few months ago, there was a problem with Potbelly’s company.”
Potbelly was making steel to make a fortune, but in the past two years, the price of steel was not very stable, falling again and again, and the transportation fee was too expensive, so his business of taking the big business became less and less.
Helpless, Potbelly began to invest in various places and then owed the bank a huge debt.
Just a few months ago, his company suddenly had the support of an unknown capital and came back to life. In these few months, the profit was quite a lot.
Otherwise, Potbelly would have long hidden away in sorrow. How could he attend the banquet with a ruddy face?
There was something fishy about the sudden ten billion investment. Now that Potbelly was dead, it was unknown if he had brought the secret into the coffin.
“I’m not a murderer!”
Sally never thought that a slim girl like her would be accused of being a murderer by these resentful women!
Although, Potbelly was one of her gold masters. He was the cheapest. He claimed to be her fan and sent a cheap gift for a thousand yuan now and then.
Sally was disdainful.
Today, she was invited by Potbelly because Potbelly promised her benefits, and the price made her excited.
“The color porcelain of pornographic pictures is Potbelly’s collection. He took it out this time to get money.”
To prove that what she had said was true, Sally took the initiative to reveal this thing.
In the end, Potbelly picked up a stone and threw it at his own feet. He was counted by Mr. Garnett and lost more than 20 million.
“What good will it do me if Potbelly dies?”
Sally defended herself loudly.
No one thought she was the murderer, but women were jealous and hated the delicate goody-two-shoes.
“Ruthless bitch or actress.”
Someone commented that Potbelly had offended someone and was killed, causing them to be implicated and have to stay in the room with the dead until dawn.
“Then is she an actress or a bitch…”
“Both.”
After calming down the shock, someone began to provoke and scold Sally until her eyes were filled with tears.
No matter who the murderer was, she was involved in a murder case and might have to go to the police station to assist in the investigation.
The meeting of foreign fans tomorrow morning was destined to end prematurely. What could she do to garner sympathy and pity and turn public opinion in her favor?
It was difficult to cultivate fans, and she must not let her image be broken because of her absence.
Sally began to consider her next actions.
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