The air freezes slightly.
The atmosphere of silence was even more silent because of Bai Youwei's words.
Bai Youwei said this, but she almost didn't directly point out that Robert was the murderer.
Faced with such an accusation, Robert was able to maintain his demeanor and said with a smile: "Since this is the case, let me study it too, can you give me a piece of paper?"
"Hey~" Bai Youwei took a blank piece of paper from below, handed it to him, and then looked at the others, "Does anyone need paper?"
No one spoke.
After a while, a sissy man said, "Sorry, I'm not interested."
He very simply rejected Bai Youwei's proposal.
"The murderer dared to write it openly, and he concluded that no one would solve the secret on the paper. If you can solve the mystery with a few glances, you are very lucky. Anyway, I don't have the patience, you are slow. Slow down."
The sissy man put down the tableware, twisted his waist and walked out of the restaurant, sneering coldly in his mouth: "I don't know how many criminals are sitting at one table, I'd better go back to my room and stay..."
After he said this, several other guests who had finished breakfast also got up and left, and they didn't seem to want to have more contact with Bai Youwei.
Instead, the man named Willard stretched out his hand to Bai Youwei with a polite smile on his face: "Can you show me the text you copied down just now?"
Bai Youwei was stunned for a while, "...Yes."
She handed it over.
The opponent received it.
Bai Youwei noticed that his fingers were long and beautiful, and even his nails were neat and tidy.
This man named Willard has a very unique temperament. Even if he sits there quietly, it is hard not to let people notice him.
He watched for a while, the time was very short, only about ten seconds, and returned the pen and paper to Bai Youwei: "Thank you."
Bai Youwei stared into his eyes and asked curiously, "Did you see anything?"
The man's eyes did not fluctuate, he smiled faintly, and he seemed to be a robot without emotion, and replied plainly: "No."
Bai Youwei frowned suspiciously.
Willard got up and left the restaurant, and the rest of the people left in twos and threes.
Some go back to the room directly, while others stay on the first floor, smoking, drinking tea, watching the rain outside the window, and passing the time dull.
No one can leave until the rain stops.
Bai Youwei, Su Man and Zhu Shu sat in the restaurant for a while before leaving the restaurant.
In the end, only Robert was left sitting at the dining table, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, he held the paper he brought from Bai Youwei in the air, and observed the slight scratches on it through the candlelight.
When writing, the paper under the pad will leave some traces...
"What exactly was written on the paper..." Robert squinted his eyes and looked at it with interest, "Could it be that you really saw through..."
Little by little he recognized the handwriting on the paper.
Some messy lines, small circles... irregular squares... Then the text appeared:
A... head... pig... at... reading
Robert was stunned.
For a moment, he looked at the paper again with disbelief.
A pig is recognizing characters.
Yes, he was right! Bai Youwei writes and draws on paper not because she has researched something, but because she wrote such a sentence!
Robert's face turned ashen!
"How dare you play with me..." He gritted his teeth, clenched his hands into fists, and then shredded the paper angrily!
A person suddenly walked in outside the restaurant, and Robert turned his head to look.
It's Zhu Shu.
"Oh, it's here." Zhu Shu walked straight to the seat, picked up the pen on the table, and left briskly, as if she was just here to pick up the leftovers.
Robert's complexion changed again, blue and white.
His entire face was tense, and his heart was filled with infinite annoyance! The confetti on the table seemed to laugh at him silently!
"Did she see it?" Robert closed his eyes and took a deep breath, "It seems... I have met a formidable enemy... "