APTnovel Chapter 330 Time
Chapter 330 Time
Startled, A Yuan immediately withdrew his hand and turned back, stammering:
"It's time, I have to go down."
Lu Chusheng, who sat up on the bed behind him, stared at him in the darkness, his voice very low.
"Take another look at the time on the clock."
"What--"
A Yuan was stunned by this sudden remark and subconsciously turned his head to look at the wall clock.
6:15.
The bright time displayed on the wall clock stunned A Yuan. His legs went weak instantly, and his hand on the doorknob immediately slipped away.
The voice of the "old housekeeper" could still be heard from outside the door.
"You've come out."
The old housekeeper's voice was as usual, respectful and humble: "Sir has been waiting for you downstairs for a long time."
"..."
A Yuan's chest heaved rapidly, and all he could see and hear was a jumble of lights and his own frantic breathing.
How...how is this possible...I clearly, I clearly checked the clock just now...I checked the time on the clock...how could it only be a little past six?
Less than two hours have passed since they went to bed?!
What did you just see?
Lu Chusheng, sitting on the bed behind him, spoke calmly. He gazed at A Yuan, who had slumped onto the carpet, and thoughtfully looked at the tightly closed door.
“…I, I,” A Yuan stammered, gripping the carpet beside him tightly, a bead of cold sweat slowly dripping from his forehead.
"I clearly, I clearly checked the time..."
Did I actually check the time?
A Yuan's voice stopped abruptly. He couldn't help but tremble all over, and goosebumps rose on his skin, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
"I don't think I looked at the clock."
No, he shouldn't have. The first thing he should have done when he woke up was to check the time on the clock... As the "bride" who was chosen to get married, and with Lu Chusheng repeatedly telling him not to open the door before he went to sleep—he shouldn't have been so careless.
A Yuan suddenly thought of a possibility.
What if the chosen "brides" all open the door in some uncontrollable way?
What if something comes in after you open the door?
What if he dies before he even has a chance to officially become "Madam," and then Mr. Xiao continues searching for the next "bride"—and so on, until finally, all the players are chosen...
A Yuan was terrified by his own guess. His face turned ashen, and he trembled as he moved away from the closed door in front of him.
The "thing" outside the door seemed to be getting impatient as well.
The gentle knocking that started gradually turned violent, and as more like banging on the door reached A-Yuan's ears, the real sound of the "thing" outside the door was revealed.
"Damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it!!!!"
—It is "Young Master".
"Open the door! Open the door! Open the door, you bitch!! I know you're in there! Don't you fucking pretend you can't hear me! Open the door! Didn't you hear me telling you to open the door?!"
"..."
A series of insults came from the "young master" outside the door, which actually made A Yuan's fear dissipate a little.
As expected of a "young master".
Uncle Qi was right; it really was the "young master" who killed the "madam"!
A Yuan scrambled to her feet, staggered to Lu Chusheng's bedside, her legs gave way, and she collapsed to the ground, overwhelmed by the fear of having almost died.
"Thank you, Captain Lu..."
A Yuan's eyes reddened, and tears of fear streamed down her cheeks. The man grabbed the bed sheet hanging from the edge of the bed and thanked him in a hoarse voice, word by word.
He almost died.
Just a little bit more, just a tiny bit more—
"Be more careful next time."
Lu Chusheng didn't look at him; he kept staring intently at the door that the young master was banging on, the sound of the banging growing louder and louder.
"..."
"Okay, okay, I understand, I understand. I'll definitely look around carefully when I wake up next time..."
A Yuan's muttered self-reflection, startled, didn't attract much attention from Lu Chusheng. He just stared at the door, which was so badly damaged that the lock was rattling, and his doubts deepened.
It is known that so far, every time "Madam" has cried for help, everyone has ignored it.
But now the young master is practically committing murders under his real name—is there really no one going to try to explain the truth to Mr. Xiao?
After all, Mr. Xiao doesn't look quite the same as the "young master".
No one came to her aid, which is why the "madam," who died while pregnant, harbored endless resentment and added everyone in the villa to her list of enemies, seeking revenge one by one...
This is a story with very good logic.
But Lu Chusheng always felt that something was vaguely off.
The butler's attitude... and Mr. Xiao's attitude, both seem too strange.
"How long is he going to keep knocking?"
A Yuan's voice came from beside him, and the chaotic and noisy clues in Lu Chusheng's mind slowly calmed down. He glanced at A Yuan sitting on the carpet next to him.
"I'll go catch up on some more sleep first."
Lu Chusheng said, "If you want to sleep again tonight, you might not be able to."
...Perhaps tonight's wedding could be the final scene in this game.
When A-Yuan finally went back to bed and closed her eyes to sleep, the young master who was frantically banging on the door outside finally stopped.
"..."
In the darkness, Lu Chusheng glanced at A Yuan, who was sleeping on the bed by the window.
He finally realized what he had been feeling was something was off about A Yuan.
A Yuan is ridiculously timid.
As a veteran player who has run through many game instances, even if A Yuan used to avoid monsters whenever possible, he shouldn't be so timid.
Moreover, as far as Lu Chusheng knew, A Yuan had even activated his innate skill.
That makes things even more complicated.
Even the worst players with innate skills are just as afraid as Xu Han, but they can still control their behavior—veteran players like A Yuan, who were so scared that their legs went weak and they fell down and couldn't get up for a long time... Lu Chusheng had only seen this in novice players.
A Yuan could not possibly be a novice player.
Then there's only one other possibility.
Ah Yuan is pretending.
Or, to put it another way, A-Yuan himself couldn't control his "fear."
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The first floor of the villa.
The first floor of the villa, which was quite lively a couple of days ago, is now very quiet.
Apart from the red roses arranged by the old housekeeper and her shadowy figures, there were only a few dimly lit candlesticks around.
The atmosphere was very similar to last night's dinner.
Yu Shijiu walked through the already decorated first-floor living room, passing by the bright red roses and candlesticks, and headed towards the villa's main gate.
Outside the villa gate, on the path connecting the flowerbeds, stood the elderly housekeeper, busy tidying up the area, along with a group of dark figures.