Chapter 330: A Night of Terror at the Inn

He looked at Yan Chuan and Ash, questioning them like a detective, “Did you hear anything unusual last night?”
Yan Chuan shook his head.
“I don’t know,” he replied, “I didn’t hear anything at all. I slept very soundly, and with the thunder, I was completely unaware…”
[Hey, kid, don’t use that excuse to talk to my wife!]
[I have a bad feeling about this.]
[There are no good people in this inn.]
[I’m a little scared…]
Brandon didn’t get any useful information from Yan Chuan and turned to ask others.
Yan Chuan felt a mess of emotions inside.
Only Duncan and the others had yet to arrive.
Lina had already started crying, her voice muffled, likely calling out Hans’s name.
“Click.”
The door next door opened.
Duncan stepped out from behind his bodyguard.
He glanced at the wary expressions on the gathered crowd and smirked.
“Are you suspecting me?”
Author’s Note:
Sleeping through it (pretending)
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Duncan approached.
The door to the room was open; the corridor was not very wide and had no soundproofing.
Everyone had just been gathered outside Lina and Hans’s room, so even if they didn’t pay attention, they would have noticed the commotion.
Duncan and the others were surely aware of what was being discussed.
Yan Chuan blinked slowly.
The inn’s corridor had no windows, primarily to avoid the rain, so the only light came from the gas lamps, which burned day and night.
The light flickered from the gas lamps, casting strange elongated shadows on the walls.
Ash stepped forward cleverly to block Yan Chuan’s view.
Duncan walked to the door of Lina’s room.
He did not enter, but the door was open, and the scene inside was clear.
Hans lay on the floor in the same clothes from yesterday, turned over, eyes wide open, pupils already dilated.
A dark stain spread out over his shirt, with a silver bullet lodged in the center.
Hans’s face was pale and lifeless, evidently having been dead for some time.
There were no obvious signs of a struggle on his clothes, indicating that he had died suddenly, with no confrontation beforehand.
The cause of death was still a gunshot.
However, it had rained heavily last night, with winds and thunder; nobody heard anything unusual.
This meant the murderer took advantage of the thunder to shoot Hans.
Perhaps this person was acquainted with Hans, having exchanged a few words; otherwise, why would they have been together at that moment?
Brandon had inquired of other guests on the second floor, receiving responses like “I don’t know” and “I wasn’t woken up.”
The only one who potentially witnessed anything was Lina; she claimed she took calming medication due to a migraine and slept through it all, so she heard nothing.
Currently, this young woman had been severely affected, being comforted by Mrs. Lan, holding her hand while her expression was filled with anguish.
From a deductive perspective, Lina, who shared a room with Hans, was highly suspicious.
However, she insisted she had taken sedatives containing morphine and drank some alcohol, going to bed early, and the cause of Hans’s death was still a gunshot.
A gunshot.
In this inn, the first and only one who openly drew a gun was Duncan and his group.
Yan Chuan couldn’t help but look over at Duncan.
In front of him stood Ash, Brandon, and the others, taller than him. Yan Chuan had to adjust his position and stand on his toes to see clearly what was happening ahead.
Yan Chuan hesitated.
Had Hans secretly taken a piece of gold before heading upstairs? Was that why he was shot?
Brandon, dressed in a police uniform, stood the closest to Hans’s body.
To protect the crime scene, a police cordon had been set up around Hans’s body.
The young officer’s expression was tense, far more severe than before.
“Yes,” Brandon responded to Duncan’s question, “you are indeed our primary suspect.”
The botanist stood beside the officer, seemingly taking it upon himself to act as an enthusiastic bystander assisting in the investigation.
Mrs. Lan held a little boy, covering his eyes with one hand while using the other to comfort the still-crying Lina, saying something like, “May the Holy Spirit protect you.”
None of them spoke to Duncan, but their gaze clearly fixated on him.
Yan Chuan stood on the outer edge, feeling like a spectator in a bizarre silent play.
At the center of attention was undoubtedly Duncan.
Even under the scrutiny of so many people, his handsome face showed little change.
The events of yesterday seemed to have little effect on him; he was already vibrant, his expression revealing a familiar indifference.
His sea-blue eyes sparkled under the lights, his sharp jawline distinctive.
“Really?” Duncan replied nonchalantly, adjusting his cuff, folding the sleeve up slightly, and responded to Brandon’s words leisurely.
“Well, that’s an honor.”
Duncan’s tone was casual, with a hint of condescension; he showed little reaction to Hans lying on the floor and even less to Brandon’s accusations.
It seemed he was naturally cold-hearted, lacking empathy.
“You!”
Even having witnessed Duncan silently fire two shots yesterday afternoon, Brandon furrowed his brows deeply.
He exclaimed, “Just one night has passed, and there are already three full cases!”
In response to the righteous fury of the officer, Duncan in the spotlight merely shrugged.
“Officer,” he glanced at the young officer’s reddened face, effortlessly posed the question, “have you already convicted me without evidence?”
Brandon was momentarily speechless.
Duncan was tall, broad-shouldered, and lengthy, glancing over at Brandon conveyed a considerable presence.