Infinite: Dawn Game

Chapter 262 Rose

What do these roses represent?

Compared to the rosebuds in front of the players' windows, the roses in the lady's room were clearly picked at their most beautiful bloom.

One type is an unopened flower bud, and the other is a flower petal in full bloom.

Just as He Lingling was about to take a closer look at the roses, Xu Han, who was in another room, thought for a long time and finally decided to sing a song.

Clearing his throat, Xu Han glanced apologetically at his stepmother, who lay dead on the carpet beside him, and silently apologized several times.

I'm so sorry, I really didn't mean to, I just had something really urgent to do!

He didn't want it to be like this either!

"..."

The loud and eerie music drifted through the walls, interrupting He Lingling's attempt to get closer to examine the rose.

"……never mind."

He Lingling glanced at the roses that seemed to be simply placed there, and out of a subconscious sense of danger, she felt that she shouldn't approach them right now.

Xu Han's voice pierced through the walls.

This means that... Miss must have heard her stepmother's cries for help last night.

But she didn't go out.

There was no sign of them leaving.

Only Yu Shijiu and Lu Chusheng went out last night.

He Lingling's breathing gradually quickened. Looking at the roses in front of her, she suddenly realized something and quickly looked up.

In the corner of the room, a monitor with a faint red glow rotated its black casing, quietly tucked away in the corner of the ceiling.

He Lingling: "!!!!"

She almost couldn't breathe for a moment, feeling like she was about to suffocate.

It’s over!!!

He Lingling, panting heavily, ran quickly out of the room and whispered to Xu Han, who was still "singing" inside:

"Quick, quick! We—no, I might have been discovered!"

There were surveillance cameras in the young lady's room!

Who would have thought?!

Why would there be a surveillance camera in an NPC's room? It's like someone deliberately left it there to observe the young lady's every move.

yes?

He Lingling, who was pulling Xu Han who was running out with a blank expression, suddenly stopped and looked back at the closed door of the young lady and her stepmother with a grim expression.

In this villa, who would have the right to install a surveillance camera in the young lady's bedroom?

Apart from--

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downstairs.

At the dining table, the old housekeeper, who had threatened the player not long ago, was now carrying a sumptuous breakfast.

She smiled as she looked at Yu Shijiu, who was walking down with her mistress, her gaze gentle and her eyelids lowered.

"Miss, a guest."

Are you two hungry?

The elderly housekeeper stepped aside and began to introduce the breakfast prepared for the day on the table.

"Knowing that some of you might not be used to Western-style breakfasts, I specifically instructed the kitchen to prepare some standard Chinese breakfast items such as fried dough sticks, soy milk, and rice porridge. In addition to these, there are also some multigrain pancakes and spring rolls..."

After the series of introductions, Yu Shijiu felt even hungrier.

The young lady also heard his stomach growling. She was taken aback at first, then smiled kindly.

"Let's eat first."

The young lady pulled out a chair first and gestured for Yu Shijiu, who seemed a little embarrassed, to sit down.

"Guests need to be seated first."

Yu Shijiu let out a soft "ah" and sat down without any apparent burden.

"Sister, please sit down too."

Yu Shijiu patted the empty seat next to her, looked at the young lady who was still standing, and said sweetly:

"I want to sit with my sister."

—I want to get your big pair of scissors, sister.

The young lady froze for a second, and her face, which had just calmed down, flushed red again.

Even knowing that the boy in front of her was probably not very old, at least much younger than herself, the young lady couldn't help but let her imagination run wild.

The fact that he keeps calling me "sister" and keeps saying things that I might misunderstand... does it mean that this young boy might have some feelings for me?

"Miss?"

"elder sister?"

Yu Shijiu and the old housekeeper's voices rang out simultaneously. The young lady finally snapped out of her reverie, somewhat embarrassed, and swept the roses in her arms, whispering:

"Oh, right, butler."

The young lady turned her head to look at the elderly housekeeper waiting to the side and gave her instructions:

"Same as always, I'll have a toast with egg and milk."

The elderly housekeeper nodded slightly, and as she turned around, she asked in a low voice:

"Is the young master's breakfast the same?"

Yu Shijiu, who was already holding a spring roll and about to open his mouth, was speechless.

He tilted his head slightly to look at the young lady, waiting for her to say something about the young master.

But last night…wasn’t the young master already dead? Dead right at the gate—

and many more.

Yu Shijiu opened his mouth and took a bite of the spring roll. The crispy and smooth flavor of the fried dough mixed with the aroma of potato strips entered his taste buds, making him squint his eyes in delight.

The butler this morning didn't seem to have told them about the young master's death. Could it be that—

The lady beside him paused for a second, then nodded slightly.

"Same, I guess."

The old housekeeper then turned and left.

Just then, footsteps came from the stairs.

"ah."

The annoying voice of the newcomer rang out from the stairs, accompanied by a disdainful tsk-tsk sound, and the young master quickly came down.

"Butler, why did you make such greasy and unpalatable food today? It's so greasy and unhealthy!"

Yu Shijiu: "..."

The spring roll he was happily chewing suddenly didn't taste so good anymore.

...As expected, the young master won't die.

At least I can't let myself kill myself so easily.

The elderly housekeeper bowed slightly to the approaching young master and explained:

“Young Master, a lot of guests have come to the villa. In order to prevent everyone from having different tastes, I need to prepare more food, whether it is Chinese, Western or street food... I need to prepare everything.”

The young master snorted coldly, walked to the young lady's side, pulled out a chair and sat down, then raised his chin at the old housekeeper.

"They shouldn't have prepared these shabby roadside stalls—"

"It was my father's order."

The young lady suddenly spoke, her pale, beautiful face bearing a cold smile, like a delicate white jade sculpture.

"Brother, are you questioning Father's decision?"

The young master's arrogant face suddenly darkened.

He stared intently at the young lady. Just as the old housekeeper was about to step forward to ease the tension, the boy who had already finished eating his spring roll spoke up, interrupting the tense standoff between the brother and sister.

"oops."

Yu Shijiu licked his lips, grinned, and placed a cup of soy milk in front of the young lady, his tone gentle and obedient:

"Sister, why don't you drink some soy milk to fill your stomach first? As for the young master," the boy tilted his head slightly innocently, his lips, stained with oil, glistening faintly.

"You actually managed to come down for dinner today?"