Seeing that everyone had woken up, Stelle scratched her head and asked: "Um··· March and Firefly I can understand, but Sunday, Shush, and Mr. Yang, why are you all in my room?"
"And why were you asleep?"
Welt: "I have a reason. Last night, I saw Shush sneaking into your room suspiciously, which felt very strange, so I followed. Then I saw Shush knock someone out with a fire extinguisher, and in the heat of the moment, I struck it down."
Everyone looked at Shush.
Shush: "Wait a minute, I also have a reason. Last night, I saw Mr. Sunday sneaking into your room suspiciously, which felt very strange, so I followed. Then I saw Mr. Sunday knock someone out with a steel pipe, and in the heat of the moment, I struck him down."
Everyone looked at Sunday.
Sunday said somewhat strangely: "It was you who hit me last night? Why do I feel like it was Robin?"
Everyone looked at Shush again.
Shush: "Everyone, I am not lying."
Everyone looked at Sunday again.
Sunday: "Wait a minute, I also have a reason··· Delivery! I came to deliver food! Yesterday I even met Mila; he can vouch for me."
"Miss Stelle, didn't you order a sweet sweet beggar's chicken last night? I was responsible for delivering this order. Just as I arrived at the door, I sensed someone fighting inside the room, and in the heat of the moment, I had no choice but to sneak in and knock out Miss Firefly."
Firefly instantly switched to battle mode, grabbing Sunday by the collar: "What?! It was you who hit me with a muffled strike yesterday?! Do you know what you've done?! Such a good opportunity, such a good opportunity!"
"You ruined it!!"
Sunday yelped: "How would I know what opportunity you had? I just saw you hit Miss March 7th with a muffled strike and made the choice any normal person would!"
At these words, March 7th was first stunned, then instantly switched to battle mode, tossing Sunday aside and confronting Firefly head-on: "HKS! So it was you who hit me with a muffled strike yesterday?"
Firefly: "So what? You're allowed to sneak a bite, but I'm not allowed to make a dirty move?"
March 7th sneered, "Oh? Sneak a bite? Please face the facts—Stelle is mine. We've already had our outcome; you just don't know it yet."
An unease flickered in Firefly's heart: "What are you talking about?"
—"Um··· let me interrupt for a second."
Stelle, wearing thin sleepwear, looked innocent: "Has anyone seen my clothes? I··· I can't find them, and even the spares in the closet are gone."
Firefly: "That's great··· I mean, I have a lot of clothes I bought but can't wear through, so it's perfect to make use of them—that's really great."
Stelle: "Eh?"
"······"
On the side, Sunday watched the three bickering, his brows furrowed tightly, because at this moment, the scene in his mind was deeply troubling him.
Was the Robin he saw yesterday in a dream, or··· reality?
On the other side, Robin's laboratory.
"Here, the specially made perfume is done. The pheromones contained in it can interfere with biological cognition, making others recognize you as the owner of this scent—that is, the Miss Stelle you mentioned. No need to thank me~"
Ruan Mei placed a bottle of gray perfume in front of Robin and smiled gently: "Alright, if there's nothing else, I'll head out first. There are still a few projects waiting for me on the Xianzhou and the Space Station. Contact me when you're free."
"··· Robin dear?"
Ruan Mei waved her hand in front of the dazed Robin, who then snapped out of it like waking from a dream: "Ah··· ah? The perfume is done? Thank you, Ms. Ruan Mei."
"No need to thank me. After all, you're currently my top donor—it's just a small favor."
Ruan Mei waved her hand and left the laboratory directly.
Robin sat alone at the table, staring blankly at the bottle of gray perfume, her thoughts drifting back to last night.
Stelle's appearance seemed imprinted in her mind, impossible to shake off.
The more she learned about Stelle, the more fondness she felt for her.
Originally, her purpose in investigating and researching was to win back Sunday's heart—that had always been her driving force. But now that the results were in, she felt somewhat disinterested.
If it were before, Robin would already be on her way to find Sunday, but now······ it seemed like she felt nothing.
"Aaah—"
Robin scratched her hair in frustration, slumping over the table, motionless.
·····
On the other side.
The Reverie Grand Hotel.
This was destined to be an extraordinary day, because The Reverie Hotel once again welcomed a group of people with special identities.
First was the first group, guests from the Herta Space Station.
The hotel doormen lined up on both sides at the entrance, bowing in unison: "Welcome to the Herta Space Station's Station Master Asta!"
—"Oh ho ho, sister, this place is so big and shiny!"
With a somewhat childish voice ringing out, two figures—one large, one small—walked in from outside. One was the noble and elegant Asta, and the other was a "mini version of Stelle," with gray and pink hair mixed together, looking like a combination of two certain people.
Little Stellaron—after the Xianzhou incident ended, she could finally see the two sisters she thought about day and night.
Although Asta was also a pink-haired sister, for some reason, Little Stellaron really missed March 7th—the kind of missing like for a mom.
"Is this place big and shiny? Hmm······ It's just so-so. Later, I'll take some money and renovate the Space Station too. By the way, we're not here for vacation today—your March 7th sister misses you a lot~"
Little Stellaron nodded vigorously: "Mm mm, I miss her a lot too."
"Then let's go; we'll check in."
"Mm mm."
"······"
Then came the second group of guests, from······
"Tsk, so this is the Luofu Xianzhou?" A certain golden-haired woman on assignment said with a displeased face: "Why does this look nothing like the travel brochure?"
Another white-haired loli seriously looked at the map. "Oh, Koko, we went the wrong way. This seems to be called Penacony. Let's go, let's go. Good thing that 'Martial Exhibition Ceremony' hasn't started yet—we can still make it if we reroute now."
"Hey, don't call me Koko."
"······"
Back to the point, the second group of guests was a publicly funded tour group from the Xianzhou.
Guinaifen stepped into the hotel, taking a deep breath, her face full of intoxication: "Ah! It's the fresh scent of dreams!"
Jing Yuan stepped into the hotel, taking a deep breath, his face full of intoxication: "Ah! It's the fragrance of money!"
Bailu stepped into the hotel, taking a deep breath, her face full of intoxication: "Ah! It's the sweet scent of freedom!"
The three took another deep breath: "Ah! It's the musk of public reimbursement!"
Bailu rubbed her little hands: "Old Jing, old Jing, hurry hurry hurry, check in. I can't wait to enjoy vacation time!"
"Don't rush, don't rush. Let's sort out our thoughts first. Our funds only cover a week's room fee, so before checking in, plan the route well—save a minute if we can."
"First things first, let's find Dan Heng and get my copyright fee back······"
As the Xianzhou publicly funded tour group headed to the front desk, the third group of guests also arrived here.
These two guests were Stellaron Hunters.
It was Blade, who hadn't shown up in a long time, and Kafka.
Blade glanced sideways at the purple-haired girl beside him: "Why is my partner for this mission you? Wasn't it always Silver Wolf before? Could it be that you also heard that Stelle guy is here, so you followed? It's a bit hard to understand you and Firefly···"
"··· Ah, I suddenly understand why Silver Wolf didn't follow this time. She's still in her online romance, right? I heard her online boyfriend is a social phobe, hahaha. Wouldn't Silver Wolf get scammed? Eh, something's off—I remember Silver Wolf used to really hate that Herta······"
Blade muttered to himself for a long time before noticing that Kafka was about to fall asleep. He frowned and forcefully patted her shoulder: "Hey, no sleeping here. If you're sleepy, we can check into the hotel now. Although The Reverie Hotel's rooms are divided into ten levels, with our funds this time, it's enough to get two rooms above level five······ Hey? Are you listening?"
"Hmm? What happened?" Kafka rubbed her eyes somewhat blankly, then forcefully poked Blade: "Ah Blade, how many times have I said it—your talk makes me sleepy···"
"And don't say I didn't remind you, but focus on Firefly's matter after entering the dream. Don't freeze up the moment you see the Train's Dan Heng."
Blade nodded: "I know. After all, it's 'three deaths,' and she's only experienced one so far. The remaining two need our help to get through. No problem—as long as we're here, at least combat threats won't exist. We just need to find out what the remaining two 'deaths' actually represent······"
"Kafka? Are you still listening?"