Tree King: What? I've become the Abundant Pharmacist?

Chapter 403 All, or Nothing

"The robin is the 'mute' she speaks of. She lost her voice, which most people wouldn't notice, but it couldn't escape our ears. It wasn't organs producing sound, but rather a harmonious resonance."

"If that girl didn't practice singing until her voice was hoarse, there's only one possibility: there's something wrong with her family, or something's wrong with the robin herself. That's why I went to great lengths to meet her in order to find out..."

"But she died right under my nose."

"I had just arrived in her room when she stopped breathing."

Ladio stepped aside, his tone surprisingly calm: "A complete loss—and you're on the interrogation table in the process."

“Even if there are eyewitnesses at the scene, the family will tentatively believe your alibi, but from now on... you will probably have to spend your time under the watchful eyes of the hounds.”

"So, the current situation is not optimistic, Professor. I'm starting to break out in a cold sweat. Do you think there's any chance of turning things around?" Sand Gold laughed.

"If you ask me about the probability—yes, but close to zero—or, to put it more in Pinocchio’s native language, dream on."

"Doctor, now is not the time for jokes."

“If you haven’t won over that director yet, then I’m not joking.”

Ladio's gaze suddenly sharpened.

"Hahahaha, you really know how to joke. Director Eve has a very strange temper, and I just can't handle her." Sand Gold spread his hands to express his helplessness.

It's not that Sand Gold doesn't trust Ladio, but rather that he doesn't trust the family.

Their communication is protected by directors and memory-keepers in dreams, but it's not so good in reality.

The gaze of the family... no, it should be said that of the harmonious are everywhere.

"Since that's the case, and you want to try your luck with someone, then we happen to have a suitable candidate..."

“That man wants to see you one more time,” Ladio said.

"Who?" Sand Gold seemed to have already guessed what was going on in his mind.

"Sunday."

Ladio uttered the name.

The gold dust fell silent.

He probably knew why he was looking for him on Sunday.

As the current head of the Oak family and the de facto person in charge of Pinocchio, it's definitely not good news that he came to me on Sunday.

"Will it be a court hearing or a private trial?"

Sand Gold went straight to the point and asked.

Ladio waved his hand. "If it's the former, then there's no need for me to relay the message."

Sand Gold chuckled, "Alright...that's right, all of it. See? The dead can't speak, but the living can—"

“Ladio, I’m now certain there’s something wrong within the family. Just wait and see, that man’s sister is dead… he won’t sit still.”

"Of course I know, but there are many things inside."

"So, without further ado, let's set off now—lead the way! The show is about to begin."

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Oak Mansion.

"It seems you're not too surprised."

Xingxiao, sporting the face of a robin, walked to the table and looked at Sunday.

"What, is it that my transformation isn't similar enough to evoke your emotions?"

On Sunday, I put down my book, looked up, and glanced at her.

"I advise you not to go too far."

"Oh? Is that so?" Xingxiao smiled.

Now that his own sister is dead, he still hasn't reacted at all. It seems that Tong Xie is nothing more than that.

Claims about all things resonating at the same frequency and family members helping each other are all lies.

"Useless brother." Xingxiao sneered, his voice full of mockery.

"you......."

On Sunday, he clenched his fist, then relaxed it.

What brings you here this time?

"Let me see if you've added anything to the dream as I requested." Xingxiao's tone was somewhat subtle.

“My sister is already dead at your hands. What leverage do you think you have left to blackmail me?” Sunday retorted.

"Of course, because I can give your sister a new life."

“I don’t think you’ll refuse.” Xingxiao narrowed his eyes and gently sat down on Sunday’s desk.

She had the face of a robin, but all around her was a chilling aura.

Sunday was silent.

"Then why did you kill her?" Sunday's eyes turned cold.

"To make everyone in this dreamlike Pinocchio feel insecure, and also to see how the family would react."

"Heh, just as I expected, still as selfish as ever."

"Furthermore, I firmly believe in one thing: the dead are more threatening than the living." Xingxiao leaned closer to Sunday's face.

Sunday slightly raised her head and looked at Xingxiao with a look of disgust.

"Your sister's death is also a warning to you."

"Alright, I'm leaving. I hope you won't try anything clever."

"After all, no one understands harmony better than me."

The moment the door closed, Xingxiao's voice faded into the distance.

On Sunday, the fist that had loosened clenched again.

"Destruction? Harmony? I have no intention of participating in your struggle."

"The resonance of order will replace everything and create the world I want."

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

"Master, Mr. Sand Gold and Mr. Ladio have arrived."

"Please let them in." Sunday returned to normal.

Now, the planning is about to begin.

Outside the door, Ladio and Sandkin were talking.

"Gambler, Sunday is just behind this door. In my humble opinion, he's not someone to be trifled with. Are you ready?"

Sand Gold smiled slightly, "Yes, I believe it is he who needs to be prepared."

Ladio was used to the boasting about gold dust. "Tell me your plan."

Sand Gold shook his head. "There's no plan. We just improvise. When dealing with people, there are only two kinds of bargaining chips: interests or fear."

“It seems you truly don’t understand ‘sincerity’,” Ladio sighed.

“Am I not sincere enough? There’s no need to emphasize it. We should make good use of death. That man’s sister is dead, he definitely won’t sit still, that’s ‘fear’,” Sand Gold retorted.

"And I will help him bring that murderer to justice. Because of his position and circumstances, he can't do it himself, but I can—that's the 'interest' involved."

"What makes you think he can't do it, and that you have to entrust it to someone from a company with an opposing stance?"

Ladio knew a patriarch whose power was far greater than they had imagined.

Sand Gold snapped his fingers: "It's simple—because the murderer is likely a traitor lurking within the family."

Ladio frowned. "You were accusing that sea ranger before."

"Hahaha, that's just an excuse, Professor. Something's not right with that woman. I need someone to keep her in check. The fewer variables outside our field of vision, the better," Sand Gold laughed.

"At the same time, this is also a bargaining chip I use to persuade others."

"If I don't pretend to be a little stupid, how can others feel comfortable cooperating with me?"

"Cooperation? Who else did you find?"

"You don't need to know that, Professor." A faint smile appeared on Sand Gold's lips.

"Furthermore, I need to know who that sea patroller is. If my luck is genuine, she will definitely become an important pawn. And the more friends who can help me in this matter, the better."

"Sigh, gambling addict." Ladio crossed his arms and shook his head silently.

"But to be honest, the murder case is most likely unrelated to her. I still hold the same view: there must be a problem within the family. Otherwise, why would our Mr. Sunday arrange a private meeting? This is not an interrogation, but a secret negotiation."

"Watch, with the death of the robin as my bargaining chip, I will win back my freedom and power. In the end, I will overturn this beautiful dream and create the grandest death."

"I hope you are in a dream, oh, we really are in a dream now."

"If stepping through this door brings the chance of triumph, even if the probability is infinitely close to zero, I have no reason to hesitate, do I?"

Ladio frowned. "What makes you think you can win, you damn gambler?"

Sand Gold laughed, holding three chips in his hand.

Three chips are enough.

"All or nothing."

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