Time Travel to Become Your Sweetheart novel Chapter 387

The crowd was deeply divided over the identity of the killer.

The men believed the murderer was a vanishing auctioneer. By any measure, he was the most suspected.

And the women had to go against the men and were unhappy with them for siding with the actress.

"Why don't we split up and look for the auctioneer?"

The waiter rummaged around and finally found two red candles in the corner of the utility room, which should be prepared for the candlelight dinner romance.

The red candles swayed like bloody tears. On this stormy night, the crowd did not have a little sense of warmth.

The gray blanket had been stained with blood. In order not to spoil the crime scene, the guests were unified to rest in another corner.

The marble floor was polished as before, and there was no blood.

If someone had not sorted out the scene, there was only one possibility.

"Potbelly committed suicide."

Hazel was shocked by her absurd idea.

Baron shook his head. He took out a piece of gum and handed it to Hazel.

Before attending the masquerade ball, he drank a little wine.

Dave gave him a box of chewing gum. If he took a fancy to any socialite and wanted sex, he should care about the details when kissing. His mouth was full of alcohol and it was not good.

Baron's face twitched unconsciously and he took it naturally.

Now, it was of use.

Her tongue was sweet and greasy, and the taste of red wine was more like a catalyst that made him unable to stop. He gave her the gum to pass the time or to remove the tension.

"Thank you."

Hazel thanked him politely. She peeled one and put it into her mouth. The sweet taste of the watermelon eased her nausea from the smell of blood.

He also ate gum? It couldn't be wrong, it was her favorite taste and brand.

Hazel had kept this habit since high school.

She suddenly felt a little strange. She thought, "Could it be that I don't understand Mr. Andrew? This action is very considerate."

"Mr. Andrew, you just said that the murderer would be found out soon. Can you tell me now?"

With so many hundred guests in the hall, it was not easy to pick out a killer.

If Baron could quickly locate the killer, then he could be called a divine detective.

"Plum Blossom."

Only the Plum Blossom could have this song.

In the last hijacking incident, Plum Blossom suffered a big loss. With her personality, she must have planned a bigger conspiracy.

Baron judged whether Potbelly's death was intentional or innocent.

Plum Blossom was temperamental and unpredictable, likely to teach Baron a lesson by implicating the innocent.

Just now, he confirmed that Potbelly was the target of this trip to the Plum Blossom.

They appeared arrogantly and unpredictable, making people unprepared.

"If my guess is correct, the auctioneer is already dead."

For the Baron, life and death were no big deal. Moreover, he was cold and would not give any extra sympathy to others.

Perhaps, he had no sympathy at all.

"The auctioneer is from Plum Blossom?"

Hazel was bewildered, but she confirmed that Baron was serious.

"If that was the case, he wouldn't have died."

The Plum Blossom did things cleanly and successfully framed the auctioneer. Perhaps, they had their plans for killing Potbelly.

Unfortunately, the auctioneer's bad idea made their murder go well, by way of a trick.

They had such outstanding resilience, worthy of being the world's top-ranked transnational crime group!