There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game-Chapter 696 - 597: Mr. Lei

Chapter 696: Chapter 597: Mr. Lei

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Fragrant Residence Bar.

After staring at the beauty on the central stage for three seconds, the young man snapped back to reality and opened the Player’s Handbook to check his character information.

This time, his identity was not too shabby either.

Mr. Lei, the eldest heir of the Lei Corporation from the Uptown District, had lost his inheritance rights due to his philandering persona, but even in the whole Midtown District, his status remained distinguished and privileged.

And this time.

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None other than Mr. Lei himself was mingling in a bar in the Midtown District at midnight, with the sole purpose of pursuing that peerless beauty on stage.

Miss Jenny was the nth woman Mr. Lei had chased after.

Though he hadn’t won her over yet, the two had already reached the stage of friendship, and with a bit more effort, he might be able to secure the beauty!

Therefore, in this crucial moment of “putting in a bit more effort,” Mr. Lei didn’t mind squeezing into this chaotic little bar.

After all, it wasn’t his first time doing such a thing.

With his status, in the Uptown District, the beauties he fancied were fancied by others, and those he didn’t fancy were uninteresting to him anyway.

In the end, he was better than some but not as good as others.

So, Mr. Lei’s net for catching beauties was very wide.

He never cared about the status of the women he pursued; he had even scored the feat of seeking beauties in the slums before, embodying the example of someone who, failing to beat the locals, would rather go to the mountains and be the emperor there.

How could that not be thrilling?

After having reviewed his own role information, Mr. Lei, too, felt thrilled!

The pursuit of life shouldn’t be so harsh.

And that beauty was indeed stunning~

However, after he finished reading all his information, his enthusiasm for pursuing the beauty slightly waned, as his current situation appeared somewhat dangerous.

[Main Mission: Find the murderer trying to kill oneself. (Submission type)]

This… Who is it?

Which scoundrel wants to harm the grand Mr. Lei?!

Mr. Lei surveyed his surroundings.

He was sitting in a booth, with earth-shattering music blaring in his ears, the lighting dim, and his vision only catching glimpses of countless shadowy figures reveling.

The table in the booth was covered with various drinks and snacks, along with playing cards and dice as entertainment props.

And opposite him.

There was actually another person sitting there.

The person held a glass in hand, mechanically raising his arm to drink while intently staring at the beauty on the central stage, his eyes unabashedly filled with heat and desire.

Clearly, he was mesmerized by the beauty.

Mr. Lei narrowed his eyes slightly, sizing up the person without give away himself.

Although his personality was flamboyant outside the script, once inside, he still took things very seriously.

First and foremost, going it alone is foolish!

If the person before him was a player, and his mission didn’t involve opposing him, then he wouldn’t mind cooperating to advance the plot together!

But now, the script had just begun.

Mr. Lei leaned back, relaxing against the soft couch, sipping his drink without making any rash moves.

It has to be said.

This drink is quite good.

Haven’t had it before, take another sip.

But just as he sipped the dark green liquid, out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the person sitting opposite suddenly clutching their throat!

“Crash!”

The sound of a glass smashing on the floor was inconspicuous in the tumultuous bar.

The person held his throat, mouth agape, emitting a low, hoarse, gasping sound.

His face contorted with pain, he twisted his head to look in Mr. Lei’s direction, yet failed to utter a cry for help, struggling for only a few seconds before dying with resentment.

The person collapsed, foaming at the mouth.

Having witnessed the whole scene, Mr. Lei: “…pfft.”

He remained expressionless, but quickly spat out the drink he had been savoring in his mouth.

Ding ding ding ding—!!!

Mr. Lei frantically pressed the buzzer at his private booth!

The bar staff, covering their ears and frowning, were assaulted by a relentless, piercing ring, uncertain which patron was having a drunken outburst at their seat.

But then they saw the table number.

Ah! It’s that damn rich guy!

Mr. Lei had been patronizing the Fragrant Residence Bar constantly over the past half month and always liked to sit in seat number three, since it offered the best view of the central stage.

And Miss Jenny, she loved to dance there.

In his attempts to win Miss Jenny’s favor, this rich guy had thrown a fortune at the bar, single-handedly saving it from near bankruptcy!

Therefore, the manager specifically instructed everyone not to upset Mr. Lei, as they were still counting on his generosity.

The bar waiter didn’t dare to delay and hurried to booth number three, peering at the rich patron in the dim light.

For some reason.

The waiter always felt.

That the way he was huddled up on the sofa seemed as if he was avoiding some kind of bad luck, full of evasive posture.

“Mr. Lei, what can I do for you?” he asked, suppressing the confusion in his heart.

“Can’t you see that person?” Mr. Lei raised his hand and pointed across.

Hearing this, the waiter glanced at another person lying on the sofa in an odd position and asked, “Is he asleep?”

Was he supposed to arrange a room for him?

Mr. Lei’s mouth twitched, “Why don’t you take a closer look?”

As told, the waiter leaned closer, “Did he drink too much and vomit?”

Mr. Lei, “Maybe you should turn on the light and look?”

Waiter: “…”

That strange feeling in his heart became increasingly apparent.

Actually, there is a chandelier above each booth. The waiter found the light switch on the wall and turned it on.

The warm yellow light shone on the booth, not glaring but slightly ambiguous.

However, the scene it illuminated was probably no longer ambiguous.

Because the person with the upper body on the sofa and the lower body sprawled on the floor had also become prominent under the light.

This person had half-closed eyes and constantly frothed at the mouth with air bubbles, and there was a smashed wine glass and spilled wine next to him.

The scene was a bit messy.

The waiter stared at this person and fell silent.

At this moment, Mr. Lei murmured, “Can’t you really tell that he’s already dead?”

Waiter: “…”

Waiter: “Ah—!”

A shrill scream sliced through the music of the bar.

Many patrons around were startled, turning to look this way and casting condemning glances, even the beauty in the center of the stage shifted her gaze over.

“Dead! There’s a dead person! Another one!”

In a panic and completely out of sorts, the waiter shouted as he ran toward the back of the bar.

The strongly rhythmic music continued, but his sharp, piercing voice stood out. Patrons seated further away might not hear clearly, yet those nearby heard quite distinctly.

Dead.

A dead person.

Those two words popped up in their minds.

The more experienced patrons swiftly cleared a vacant area!

The reason they were experienced was that this was the fourth death at the Fragrant Residence Bar this month, and each time Miss Jenny was present.

Those patrons had followed Miss Jenny to the bar, and thus, they also witnessed the fourth incident.

After the surrounding patrons dispersed.

Mr. Lei, curled up alone on the sofa, appeared all the more vulnerable, pitiful, and helpless.

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