A script murder game with over a dozen people, no, a meeting, usually took just three or four rounds, and an afternoon would have almost passed by then.
Jiang Fuzhen and his chefs began their evening meal service again, and as per Jiang Yuan's request, the first dish served was tripe soup.
The hot and sour tripe soup was steaming, both appetizing and warming to the stomach, ideal for colleagues who had eaten a little too much at lunch.
If any of the colleagues threw up as a result, it would be considered a cleansing of the gut.
By that time, Jiang Yuan had also given everyone a tablet each, so that if anyone wanted to scrutinize a particular photo closely, they could do so at their leisure.
Jiang Yuan did the same, poring over the charred corpse while sipping on the tripe soup.
