Time ticked by second by second, yet the mistress's actions seemed frozen in place. Jing Minghe and the others began to sweat, but the woman still made no move.
Finally, perhaps out of pity or fear, the woman put away the item in her hand, lowered her head, and turned to leave her daughter's room.
Although the mistress did not take the action Jing Minghe had predicted, her behavior earlier at least confirmed his previous judgment.
The relationship between the mistress and her twin daughters was not harmonious, and in fact, there were very serious problems.
After the mistress returned to her own room and closed the door, Jing Minghe observed the living room for a while. Seeing no other unusual activity, he decided to return to his room to rest.
The next morning, Jing Minghe was awakened by faint moans. A strong smell of decay filled his nostrils.
Jing Minghe, quickly regaining his senses, rolled out of bed and went to Wen Sha's bedside, asking, "Wen Sha? How are you?"
Confirming the smell of decay was coming from Wen Sha, Jing Minghe felt a mix of emotions. Taught by Lu Fanfei, he wasn't originally a person who valued loyalty and righteousness, and he never had too many emotions towards anything. But from some point on, his emotions became increasingly apparent.
He increasingly hated to see those around him injured or dead, even those he had only recently met.
Jing Minghe couldn't be sure if this was a good thing or not.
He had to keep living until he found Lu Fanfei. Being too emotional would only lead him into more dangerous situations. However, such emotions were not easy to control.
"Jing... Jing Minghe, I..." Wen Sha sensed Jing Minghe's approach and managed to utter with difficulty, "I feel so uncomfortable, so much pain... Help... help me."
"Wen Sha?"
Jing Minghe stepped forward to help Wen Sha sit up and found that the skin around her neck had already begun to rot. He couldn't help but ask, "How could it be so serious?"
As soon as Jing Minghe finished speaking, the mistress knocked on the door from outside, "Guests? Are you awake? Breakfast is ready, come out and eat."
"Alright, coming right away."
Jing Minghe replied and said to Wen Sha, "Hold on. I promise, I will find a way to break through this level today."
Wen Sha herself could not even sit up steadily, let alone get out of bed.
In this situation, no matter how unwilling she was, she could only place all her hopes on Jing Minghe.
"Thank... thank you, you..."
"Don't worry," Jing Minghe gently laid Wen Sha back down, "I will take you out. All you need to do is hold on."
With that, Jing Minghe turned and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
The mistress was already busy in the dining room, arranging the prepared dishes. The twins sat neatly on the living room sofa, smiling at Jing Minghe as he walked out.
Jing Minghe walked over, looking at the twins and asking, "Where is your father?"
The twins' smiles vanished simultaneously. One little girl quickly said, "Daddy has already eaten, and Sister can eat now."
She then giggled.
The other twin, at the same time, started to cry.
Hearing the noise, the mistress ran out from the dining room. She looked at Jing Minghe with a hint of blame in her eyes, then yelled at the twins, "Both of you, be quiet! Go back to your rooms!"
This time, the twins did not obey their mother, but pretended not to hear and continued doing what they were doing.
"Daddy has already eaten, and Sister can eat now, Sister can eat now..."
The smiling little girl repeatedly said the same thing, while the crying little girl's cries changed pitch with the repetition, as if in response.
Jing Minghe stared intently at the little girl who was speaking and pressed her, "Who is Sister?"
Just as Jing Minghe finished asking, the twins suddenly stood up simultaneously and turned to look at the room where Jing Minghe and Wen Sha were staying. Their eyes showed extreme greed, as if there was something in that room that greatly attracted them.
But Jing Minghe knew that at this moment, there was only Wen Sha, who was severely injured, in that room.
Jing Minghe frowned. He had a bold guess, so he quickly turned to the mistress, grabbed her arm, preventing her from breaking free and escaping.
"Tell me, where did your husband go?"
The mistress was startled by Jing Minghe's sudden move. Then she began to shrink back, shaking her head repeatedly, "I don't know, he, he went out, he'll be back in a couple of days."
"When will he be back? Will we be able to see him?" Jing Minghe pressed.
The mistress's eyes flickered. Finally, she shifted her gaze to the twins, as if waiting for something.
Jing Minghe turned to look. He saw the twins slowly moving towards the room where he and Wen Sha were staying. At this moment, their expressions were identical: excited and impatient.
As the twins reached the door of the room, they both said in unison, "It's ready to eat!"
Seeing this, Jing Minghe let go of the mistress, quickly ran over, grabbed one twin in each hand, and threw them aside. He didn't pay them any further attention but said to the mistress, "You have only one daughter."
It was not a question, but a very confident statement.
The mistress looked at him with a look of surprise. She trembled and asked, "How, how do you know?"
Jing Minghe stood guard at the door and sneered, "I got it right. Then, the next answer is..."
Jing Minghe paused, glanced at the twins indifferently, and continued, "Your daughter killed your husband."
"Ah!" The woman screamed, clutching her head with both hands and curling up on the ground. She suddenly began to apologize repeatedly, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."
Jing Minghe no longer paid attention to the mistress. He knew that he had successfully triggered the event's plot. Next, he only needed to find the correct answer.
So, who was the mistress's only daughter?
Firstly, the mistress's daughter was named Feifei or Feifei. Secondly, for some reason, the daughter killed her father, and even ate him.
Jing Minghe's brow furrowed.
Because Wen Sha's condition couldn't wait too long, he was eager to trigger new plot developments. However, this plot clearly skipped too much, and the clues were insufficient, at least not enough for him to fully flesh out the story's background.
The most important question was what exactly happened to the daughter that caused her to eat her father, and what was the identity of the players who appeared here? Food?
From the mistress's continuous apologies, it could be inferred that the situation was much more complicated than imagined.
However, since things had come to this, Jing Minghe had no other choice but to take a gamble, betting that the final question for passing this level had only one answer.
Facing the twins who were once again approaching, Jing Minghe's gaze shifted back and forth between them, and he finally stated his answer.