As early as the start of the third day, Stephan's loud cry that penetrated the walls woke up everyone including Charlie.
Alarmed, they all hurried to see what was wrong.
In the corridor of the fourth floor, Stephan was running naked, his expression scared as he continued to shriek like a girl.
Jester who was on the same floor was the first to see this scene and hurriedly asked, "What happened?"
Stephan looked like he found a savior hearing Jester's voice. He clasped his hands, shaking as he announced, "I didn't do it. Believe me. It wasn't me!"
"What wasn't you?" The others who had also arrived at this time happened to hear his words and asked in puzzlement.
Stephan continued to shake, unable to speak.
In the rear, Mr. Hughes told Micah to cover her eyes and Micah obediently did as she was told.
"What happened here?" Andrew arrived last with Charlie, asking as he approached.
Seeing Charlie, Stephan suddenly shot up, speaking aggressively as he pointed. "It was her! That's right. She's the one who killed Meghan! She knew about our affair and decided to kill her!"
His words made everyone blank out for a second before their expression was instantly replaced by shock.
Charlie was the first to react, staring at Stephan in disbelief. "Meghan is dead?!"
Andrew moved his feet to go to Meghan's room to check, not finding her.
"Where is she?"
This question made Stephan stumped.
Chris didn't wait for him to answer and went to open the door to his room, finding the person they were looking for in his bed.
Meghan was bare, her posture extremely unsightly with her legs wide open and neck twisted oddly to her side. In her inner thighs was a noticeable white liquid.
Andrew came over and covered Meghan's body. Feeling her pulse, he confirmed she was dead.
Everyone was already looking at Stephan badly. Mr. Simpson spoke with contempt. "You kill a person and put the blame on someone else. Aren't you shameless?"
The others nodded.
Stephan didn't know how to refute. No matter what he say, Meghan died on his bed. Still, he continued to insist, "No, it wasn't me! She was still alive when I last saw her! This is definitely Charlie's doing! Yes, she must've poisoned her!"
Mrs. Simpson scolded him, "You still have the guts to put the blame on others! You are obviously a psychopath who likes torturing your partner in bed!"
Stephan heard her meaning and quickly shook his head, vehemently denying, "No, I'm not like that! Believe me, this is Charlie's doing!"
The others ignored his words, already arriving at a conclusion. Only Mr. Hughes got curious about his insistence and ask, "Why Charlie would do this?"
Stephan saw someone wanted to believe him and immediately spoke with indignation. "She must've found the tracker Meghan put on her so that we'll know where she is. She's very obsessed but her personality suddenly changed a few days after she went here like she's become a completely different person! She even agreed to break up with me so easily! It must be because she had completed planning her crime!"
This answer made Mr. Hughes feel like an idiot for asking. Obviously, the other only wanted to find fault in others to put the blame on them. His words don't even have any actual basis.
Mrs. Simpson told Andrew, "Mr. Andrew, we have to report this to the police."
Stephan who was still trying to convince people was shocked. He had the urge to run and escape only for Andrew's words to stop him.
Andrew spoke with a flat voice. "That won't do."
This reply was so unexpected everyone find themselves at a loss. Why? A murder just happened and they can't call the police?
Mr. Simpson was the first to react. Pulling Andrew's collar, he asked with agitation, "What do you mean?! He killed someone! Shouldn't we call the police?!"
Andrew looked at the hands on his collar and responded calmly, "You misunderstood. What I mean to say is that, during the festival, everyone in town would be free from their duties including the mayor. There is currently no police in Wallux Town so calling them won't do."
This is the first time they were hearing about this. Everyone was dumbfounded. What the f*ck is with this town's customs?!
Chris suggested, "Can't you call those from other towns?"
Andrew pried Mr. Simpson's hands with unprecedented strength as he answered, "I believe I already told you and you already know that the town's iron gates would be closed for five days during the festival. There is no one who can enter and no one who can leave."
Mr. Simpson's has been easily pried open and he snarled. "Someone has died! Can't you make an exception?!"
This time, Andrew had a serious expression, his voice containing coldness. "Make an exception? You want us to break our customs for an outsider's death and disrespect our deity?!"
Mr. Simpson was flustered. That's not what he meant!
Chris saw Andrew cannot be reasoned with and the conversation was not going anywhere so he interrupted from the side. "Then what do we do with him? We can't let him run around."
Everyone looked at Stephan who was still butt-naked. Andrew suggested, "You can tie him up and detain him in his room. Do whatever you want to do with him."
Mr. Hughes hurriedly pointed to Meghan's corpse on the bed. "Then what about her?"
Andrew answered as if it was normal. "Put her back in her room for now. The locals will take care of her during the festival."
Jester, who had been in a daze after learning of Meghan's death snapped back to his senses for a moment after hearing this, protesting, "Wouldn't she rot and smell then?"
Impatience was finally beginning to show on Andrew's face. He casually gave a solution, "Then turn on the aircon in her room to the lowest temperature or put her in the bathtub and cover her with ice."
Finishing his words, he left the room, leaving them to discuss the matter for themselves.
Everyone looked at each other.
At this time, Mr. Hughes suddenly noticed Gio was missing from the group. He asked, "Where is Gio?"
His question made the others look around, not seeing the man. Mrs. Simpson spoke with realization. "Ah! I've been thinking our number was too few. I thought it was because Meghan and Stephan were gone but now that you mention it, I really haven't seen Gio since earlier."
Chris, who was on the same floor as Gio made a guess. "I think he's still asleep. That guy seems to be a heavy sleeper. I didn't see him when I came out."
Mr. Hughes suggested, "Why don't we go and check? What if something happened to him too?"
Hearing this, Mr. Simpson scrunched up his brows. "How can something happen to him too? There can never be so many deaths in one day. He's probably just asleep."
Mrs. Simpson didn't agree with him. "Honey, let's check up on him anyway just to be sure."
Mr. Simpson could only nod.
Chris volunteered to go with Jester.
Gio and Chris' rooms were on the second floor. Riding on the elevator, it didn't take them long to reach it.
Chris knocked on Gio's room for a while but didn't hear a response. Feeling impatient, he ordered Jester to ask for the room card from the front desk.
It took Jester quite the effort to get Gio's room card after not seeing anyone at the front desk. By the time he came back, the others who were already done tying up Stephan and moving Meghan's body to her room were already there waiting for him.
Chris got the room card and went to open the door.
Gio was not in the bedroom so Mr. Simpson thought he was in the bathroom and knocked on the door with impatience.
Hearing no response, everyone was puzzled. Did he leave the room?
At this time, Mr. Simpson found that the bathroom door wasn't locked and his knock made it slowly open.
The sight behind the door was revealed and everyone gasped, holding their breath.
Gio was sprawled on the bathroom floor with a pool of blood under him, some of which had already dried up. A slit was visible on his throat.
"Urk..."
Mrs. Simpson couldn't handle the bloody sight and threw up. The others were also pale and in panic. They didn't expect Gio to have also died.
Chris was the first to react. "No, I can't stay here anymore. I'm going to leave." Saying that, he hurriedly went to his room to pack his luggage.
These words made the others come back to their senses. One after another, they run to their rooms, also packing their things.
Soon, everyone gathered downstairs, ready to leave.
At this time, the locals who had been staying with them finally showed their purpose.
Looking at the people lining up around the hotel and blocking the entrance, everyone was dumbfounded. So they were here to guard them?
This realization made everyone agitated.
Chris was about to use violence to make a path, intending to hit these people with his luggage. However, before he could move, a cold muzzle was pointed at his temple.
He froze, his head full of curses. These people actually have guns!