Hard-won clues had broken off just like that, and suddenly, the room fell silent.
Among the members with faces full of worry, Lu Zixun, who was completely at ease, lay sprawled on the washbasin as if he were on vacation, swaying his tail.
Lu Zixun realized that Cheng Tianxiang was smart but inflexible.
Since there was nothing else in the room besides the washbasin, and if the hose could only be cut with a sharp instrument, then the sharp instrument must be hidden inside the soap.
The group continued to look frustrated.
Lu Zixun felt his intelligence was being dragged down three levels.
His swinging tail directly swept the soap onto the floor.
Lu Zixun pretended to be unconcerned and thought reminding them wouldn't really count as intervening.
"Consider this a warning."
As Lu Zixun thought this, a voice that made him involuntarily roll his eyes reached his ears.
