Seaside.
The sun sets in the west.
The cool sea breeze cannot blow away the gloom in the elderly man's heart.
The butler asked:
"Still investigating?"
"..."
The elderly man did not answer.
The person is dead.
How to investigate?
Despite finding it suspicious.
But at this point, what good will come from finding something? The plan has fallen apart, wasted, beyond redemption. Though unwilling to admit, it's clear that as the play progressed, hope was dim.
This matter.
Must start with the three scientists.
At this moment, the butler borrowed a phone, and his expression gradually became more animated. Seeing this, the elderly man had a bad premonition, bad news continued today, and he was getting scared.
He hung up the phone.
"What happened?" the elderly man asked urgently.
The butler gave a wry smile.
