Fantasy Game: Infinite City

Chapter 540: Death of Fabulon (6)

Martina's perspective.

At 8:40 p.m., five minutes after Fabron's death, in the hotel's top-floor cafe.

"Ah, the battery is out."

Martina was sitting in a corner of the cafe, sipping coffee and watching a TV series on her phone. However, due to low battery, her phone automatically shut down. Martina wanted to pull out her charger to charge her phone, but then she remembered that she had come here directly after practice, so she didn't bring anything else with her except her room card, phone, and a Bluetooth headset.

Although her phone was dead, Martina didn't want to go back so early. After all, the cake she ordered hadn't arrived yet. She had heard that the cafe in this hotel in Oak City was famous for its cakes.

As for not having any money on her, Martina didn't need to worry about it. All the hotel expenses of the stars who came to participate in the opening ceremony would be borne by the hotel. The hotel was not only one of the sponsors of the opening ceremony, but also planned to take advantage of the effect of these stars, so they were naturally willing to spend such a small amount of money.

"Hello, Miss Martina. Here's your cake, and... could I take a picture with you?"

"no problem."

A waitress from the cafe came over with a small tray of cake. Martina's face was very recognizable, so as soon as she entered the cafe, many young people recognized her, including this waitress. Out of courtesy, the waitress who recognized Martina did not rush forward to say hello. Instead, he took the opportunity of delivering the cake to ask Martina for a photo.

Martina didn't think it was a big deal. She had encountered many fans who asked for photos, so Martina took the waitress's phone and took a selfie with her.

"Thank you! You look even better than on camera!"

"You look great, too. By the way, could you please do me a favor?"

"Ok!"

"It's not a big deal. My phone is out of battery and I don't have a charger with me. Can you help me find one?"

"No problem! What type of charger do you want?"

"Such."

Martina picked up the dead phone on the table and showed the charging port to the waiter. Although the two used different models of mobile phones, they were of the same brand, so the chargers were also interchangeable. This kind of small matter was nothing, but there were not many opportunities to help one's idol, so the waiter took the empty tray and walked quickly into the lounge at the back of the cafe with a happy pace. When he came back, he took a new charger that had not been opened yet and handed it to Martina.

"Just give me the old one. Don't you plan to keep this new one?"

"It's okay, Ms. Martina. When I bought my phone, I was afraid I'd lose the charger, so I bought several at once. I still have quite a few chargers, so you can use them."

"Okay, thank you. I'll return the charger to you when I leave."

"No need, Ms. Martina! This is for you. It's not a valuable item... But... could you sign it for me?"

"of course can."

The waiter immediately took out an exquisite notebook from his pocket. It looked new and it seemed that he had prepared it in advance. Martina also generously left her signature on it and wrote "Thank you for your help". This made the young waiter very happy. For her, exchanging a new charger for her idol's unique signature was more than just a matter of cost-effectiveness.

"Thank you! Then I won't bother you anymore, Miss Martina. Try some of the cakes in our shop. They're delicious!"

Martina nodded, ended the little episode, and began to taste the cake on the table.

The cake was indeed as delicious as the rumors said, and not only in taste, but also in shape and ingredients. Although the coffee in this cafe was also very good, it seemed a bit mediocre compared to this cake. Martina was not a big dessert lover, but the cake in front of her seemed to change her mind. The cake was as sweet as some ordinary cakes, but it was not so greasy. This required a very high level of ingredients and skill from the baker. The only drawback was probably the price. If the hotel hadn't covered all the expenses for the stars, and Martina had paid for it herself, she would have more than enough money to buy a cake, but it would have been a bit painful.

She could enjoy the delicious food without worrying about spending money. Her enjoyment of the food naturally reached its peak. Martina was naturally happier too, so much so that she even forgot to take apart the charger to charge her mobile phone.

Martina was a member of a popular idol group, so she had to be mindful of her image when out and about. Although she wanted to devour the delicious cake, she still had to be mindful of the other people in the cafe. After ten minutes, she was still only about halfway done. However, because her phone was dead, Martina hadn't received Jamie's call or the hotel's notification, so she had no idea what had happened and wasn't worried.

At nine o'clock, twenty-five minutes after Fabron's death.

Martina finally finished her cake and drank her coffee. She leaned back in her seat, savoring the blissful feeling. Looking up, she saw the clock on the wall and noticed the time. She decided to stay a few minutes longer before returning to rest. The cake wasn't small, just enough to fill her up. Coupled with a few cups of coffee, she began to feel sleepy. Coffee wasn't much of a wake-up call for her. She yawned and glanced at the clock again. It was a little after nine, but not quite ten. She stretched, grabbed her phone and charger, stood up, said hello to the waiter, and left the cafe.

When Martina reached the elevator door, before pressing the button, she remembered that she still needed to manage her figure. After all, cake is quite caloric, so she decided to take the stairs back to her residence on the 21st floor. The hotel has 31 floors, including the rooftop. However, the rooftop observation deck is only open during the peak tourist season or during special events, so the 30th floor is usually considered the top floor. The distance between the cafe and the 21st floor is just right, not too far to cause excessive fatigue, but not too close to achieve the desired effect of exercise.

After a brief thought, Martina withdrew her hand from pressing the elevator button and headed for the stairwell. She began her descent down the 30th-floor stairwell, heading back to the 21st floor. Martina was still young, and while she had some self-control, it wasn't serious. So after a minute or two, she figured that even if she gained weight from a high-calorie meal, it wouldn't be noticeable, so she decided to take the elevator back. She had reached the area between the 27th and 26th floors. Not wanting to climb, she decided to go to the 26th floor and then take the elevator back to the 21st.

"boom."

Soon, Martina reached the 26th floor. Just as she put her hand on the door handle of the stairwell, she heard some banging sounds in the corridor of the 26th floor. Martina did not care, so she prepared to open the door and continued to walk in.

“Click, click.”

"Why can't it be opened?"

However, it seemed that someone had locked the door of the stairwell on the 26th floor from the inside. Martina tried twice but it didn't open. She looked inside through the glass on the door to confirm what was going on, but then she thought again that she might as well continue downstairs and take the elevator to the 25th floor, so she let go of the door handle and prepared to continue going downstairs.

"boom!"

As a result, when she just reached the middle of the 26th and 25th floors, there was a huge crash from above, accompanied by the sound of broken metal. The sudden sound scared Martina. She looked up through the gap in the stairs, but found nothing. However, she heard someone talking. The voice was a man, but he was speaking some other language. Martina could not understand, but from the other party's tone, she could roughly judge that he was cursing something.

"Click."

"No no no no!"

Immediately afterwards, Martina suddenly heard the sound of a bullet being loaded, and then she heard that the man who had been cursing suddenly began to beg for mercy in his native language with a very heavy accent, but just a few seconds later.

"What can I say to you for killing Fabron over such a trivial matter? Since I've already sent your friend away, you two should figure out how to apologize to Fabron in person. I'm busy."

“@…@￥…￥@!!”

"It has nothing to do with whether you know Fabron or not."

“￥……%%￥!!”

"Do you think I care? Come on, be decent and shut up."

"Ping!"

A gunshot immediately silenced all the sounds in the stairwell, and Martina immediately covered her mouth to prevent herself from making any sound. Although Martina did not witness what happened upstairs, the gunshot was clearly heard in her ears, and right after the gunshot, Martina heard the sound of something heavy being dragged and the sound of the stairwell door being opened.

Martina remained where she was, not daring to move for five or six minutes. During this time, she could hear footsteps and rustling noises coming from above. It wasn't until around 26:, as the footsteps faded, that she dared to move again. Perhaps driven by curiosity, or perhaps by excessive fear, she didn't leave immediately. Instead, she returned to the th floor and looked around.

As soon as Martina reached the 26th floor, she discovered that there were some extra things on the stairs leading to the 27th floor. They seemed to be the contents of a buckwheat pillow, and something that smelled like detergent. There was also a small hole on one of the steps. Although she didn't know what it was, Martina felt that it was probably related to the gunshot just now.

Martina pushed open the door of the stairwell on the 26th floor. The latch on it was indeed broken. On the beige carpet in the corridor at the entrance, some blurred spots could be seen. The dark red color seemed to indicate that these spots should be bloodstains, but these spots did not extend far away. There were some traces on the corridor, which looked like a cart or something, but Martina was not familiar with it, so she didn't know where these traces came from.

The bright but deserted hallway didn't make Martina feel safe. Instead, the unusual calm made her feel increasingly terrified. Finally regaining her composure, Martina reached the elevator door and rapidly tapped the buttons on the wall. The elevator was currently at the 12th floor, slowly ascending. Martina kept glancing back, hoping no one would notice her as she left.

“Gurgle…”

Just when the elevator reached the 24th floor, Martina suddenly heard the sound of wheels turning. She turned her head and saw a burly man pushing a hotel cart out of a room not far away.

"Someone?"

The man's attire was actually a bit strange, but Martina didn't notice it at the time. If she hadn't been so nervous, she might have noticed that although the man was wearing a hotel waiter's uniform, it was obviously ill-fitting and very tight, and the shoes on his feet were not the standard leather shoes for hotel waiters, but something like hiking boots.