"Damn it!" Without another word, Ingleton, who had always been supremely confident in his own intellect, was now seized with intense regret and a sense of being tricked.
He whirled around and dashed towards the direction of the Banquet Tea Restaurant. Philbert, clueless about the unfolding events, had no choice but to follow, peppering him with questions as they ran.
"What's happened?"
"We've been duped! The mess at the scene led us to assume someone had broken into the storeroom in search of food. I was wracking my brain wondering how they could've passed through the sealed door! But think about it in another direction—the situation might be entirely different!"
"Ah? What do you mean by that?" Philbert inquired.
"In other words," Ingleton clarified,
"From the time we left the warehouse chasing after the supposed thief to when we came back and found it in disarray, not a single soul had actually entered into the door-locked warehouse!"
