Planet of Sand and Oasis of Iron

Chapter 283 282. Is there really someone who can hide things so well?
As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

They had clearly seen the first body being transported to the cold chain truck, but what about the second body? Although they hadn't seen it, the people at Abian Company were so nervous, so it couldn't be fake...

In other words, someone was indeed dead, and the murderer had done it with great elegance... and Seifer's declaration was equivalent to telling the murderer the truth directly.

Sorry, your elegance is worthless.

"What's really funny is that the murderer thought he had everything figured out, but he missed just one thing."

"He actually thought he could easily assassinate a senior executive at a giant company, roughly the same level as the CEO, and even came up with a strangely 'elegant' process."

"From my perspective, this isn't clown anymore, it's just very clownish. I suggest you retire right here and work in a circus."

Sefer's words were so harsh that they even caused everyone to laugh.

Seeing that the atmosphere was good, Cypher added: "You don't even need makeup, because you can play the Joker vividly while you're alive."

Everyone laughed even louder.

However, someone suddenly raised an objection: "But... so far, we've only heard you explaining it to yourself..."

Cypher looked back and saw the supervisor, looking quite bewildered—and so were the waiters.

Some of them had seen Feldrich's body, while others had never seen it and had only heard that two people had died. As for the guests below... they had never seen it, but were happy to watch the fun.

It’s especially fun when you can immediately find out which hidden bastard is playing tricks on everyone here.

"Indeed, it would be boring if I were the only one here firing blanks, but soon you will know whether my words are just empty talk or not."

As he spoke, Seifer slowly walked to the door under everyone's gaze. After confirming certain things, he pulled the door open.

There is an ordinary road outside the door, but at this moment, that road is obviously given some special meaning - most people hope to see what they want to see next.

Because only by really seeing the scene they expect can they successfully free themselves from this situation which was originally an unexpected disaster.

Soon, there was a slow and light sound of footsteps coming from the door, which was only possible for a young woman.

They were not high heels, but just had slightly thick soles. The "tapping" sound seemed to strike on everyone's heartstrings. The one who walked in... was the living Frederick.

As always, she was wearing a tacky-looking long-sleeved jacket and a cropped skirt. Her slightly highlighted black hair was meticulously styled, and her facial expression was as bad as ever, as if everyone owed her money.

If there was any difference from before, it was probably that she changed into a close-fitting protective suit that was not particularly transparent, and she looked even more unhappy than usual, even extremely unhappy, ready to find a reason to explode at any time.

She walked into the venue, ignoring the gazes of everyone around her, and went straight to Seifer. She said in a stern tone: "You said you would find the murderer, but where is he?"

"Hmm... well, I'm just guessing. But again, I profiled the killer before, and it showed that he's someone who really enjoys ostentatious displays, arranging the entire process artistically, and even enjoying the moment."

"People like this, the kind who kill people without being discovered - you think you're the only smart one and everyone else is stupid, can't you help but watch how anxious they are?"

Feldrich answered without hesitation: "Yes."

"So it's the same with our murderer, Mr. Murderer. He also wants to see everyone running around like idiots." Saifu explained, then turned to the hotel manager. "It's not uncommon for the murderer to return to the scene and pretend to be a spectator. So, Mr. Manager, I want to ask you, are you satisfied with your own clown performance?"

The people standing next to the supervisor all retreated as far as they could, and the same went for the waiters who had just been watching the fun.

The supervisor on the left looked around, then pointed at himself with a bewildered look on his face. "Me? I've been working here for years. How could I possibly attack our distinguished guest?... Do I have to quit my job?"

"...Well, you're right. Maybe I'm wrong. After all, my threat scan isn't always very sensitive to human emotions."

"Even though you were the one who had the calmest reaction when I said 'there is evidence', even though you laughed when I said 'clown', even though... your heart rate was always steady."

After a long and confident speech, Cypher pulled out the dagger he usually used to hack into electronic products from his ribs: "But then again, I'm just an independent mercenary."

"I'm uneducated, so the fact that I can go on such a long speech shows that I'm quite good at fooling you. So after going through all this trouble to get everyone to accept what I said, can't I just stab you to death right here?"

"We have to find a murderer anyway, and the real big fish hasn't been killed yet... If you are the murderer, then we are all happy and can just have a feast and go our separate ways."

"If you're not the murderer... then, I'm very sorry. After all, I'm just a mercenary, uneducated. Please offer your head."

These words stunned a group of specialists who should be considered knowledgeable in theory... and when they thought about it, they realized that there was really no problem.

It was I who was involved in this matter, and it was I who was trapped. In the end, I only needed to testify that the dead person was the murderer, because only an I/O executive died, it was not a big deal!
After all... the real top boss is still standing at the door, and she looks to be alive and well. Her being alive is an endorsement for everyone present.

So after Seifer's 'independent mercenary-style' advice, he implicitly assumed that the man named was the murderer.

So did Seifer find an unlucky person to take the blame, or did he really catch his target?
The answer is very obvious.

The supervisor looked around helplessly, and found in despair that everyone was looking at him coldly. It was not until this moment that he finally realized that the independent mercenary in front of him really wanted to offer himself as a "sacrifice".

His cheeks twitched, his hands and feet were covered in cold sweat, and even the pleading and despair in his eyes became more intense, but none of this could stop the terrifying mercenary from walking towards him step by step with a ferocious weapon in hand.

At this desperate moment, a light suddenly flashed in his eyes.

"You, as a bodyguard for a special person, protecting your target is your top priority. So why did you use her as bait...?"

"Ask me something like that at a time like this? You're stalling for time... But I'll tell you something. I have a doctor on my team nicknamed 'The Underworld Soul Chaser.' He means he can save a person even if they're already dead and their souls have already departed."

"A mere stab wound in the back, a fatal wound, you think it can frustrate her, naive!"

It was all just nonsense, but there were always people who believed it, and even more so than 'resurrection from the dead.' So this time, the supervisor finally gritted his teeth and stood up straight.

He said coldly, "Then I want to see if you can save the person whose half body has been blown to pieces."

At the moment he spoke, one of the waiters who had been huddled together raised his hand and threw out a bundle of plastic explosives.

Well hidden!

(End of this chapter)