Chapter 212: True Identity

The room was deathly silent; Zhang Tie came to his senses and painfully gazed at the little girl's pale face.

"Lin... Dui!!"

His voice trembled.

He looked in disbelief at the cold Lin An, his hands shaking as he tried to lift the girl's head.

Amid the blood-soaked ground, Mo Ling's body swayed and collapsed.

Wen Ya shuddered all over, feeling as if she had become two tenths lighter.

"Lin? An?"

She uttered each word with a pause.

She couldn't understand why Lin An directly struck out and killed Mo Ling.

"Why? Why didn't you take Mo Ling and flee first!!"

"We could let Yun Lin reverse another Mo Ling..."

Her hand hadn't loosened, yet she felt the Lin An beside her was strange.

Huang Haitao gazed at Lin An's profile, unable to suppress a hint of fear.

Since he didn't want to take any risk, did Lord Lin An choose to kill his companion regardless of whether it was real or fake?

Decisive, cold-blooded, ruthless.

Is this what Uncle wanted me to learn...

A strange insight suddenly flashed in his eyes.

Lin An saw what the others were thinking, his expression unchanged.

He slightly raised his wrist, yet it caused Zhang Tie to glare angrily.

"Lin Dui!"

"Swish!"

The sword light flashed again and vanished, this time directly shredding the girl's fallen body.

Under precise control, the intact corpse was almost chopped into pieces scattered across the ground.

Before Zhang Tie could intervene, he despondently discovered that Mo Ling's body had been utterly destroyed.

"Lin Dui..."

His voice hoarse.

He crouched on the ground, struggling to lift his head, his eye sockets red:

"Do we really have to be this... merciless?"

"We clearly can't tell them apart; we could have simply taken Mo Ling away first..."

Lin An remained silent and indifferent, merely turning his gaze slowly toward the man in the corner:

"You're right."

"I shouldn't let useless emotions affect me."

The man mechanically twitched the corner of his mouth, trying to show Lin An an approving expression.

The smile was ugly, stiff:

"She's here."

"Thud—thud—thud"

The footsteps were heavy.

Outside the door, a girl in a blue coat staggered with her steps.

Her damp bangs hid her face.

Moments later, she suddenly rushed to Lin An's front and bit him.

"Damn it, Lin An..."

"You abandoned me again."

Inside the residential building, Mo Ling draped herself in a blanket and reached out to warm herself by the fire.

She glared at the embarrassed Lin An with a face full of resentment, wishing she could bite him again.

Zhang Tie squatted by the fire with a complex gaze, wanting to speak but holding back.

Wen Ya, lost in thought, glanced at Lin An beside her with apology.

"Lin An... are you..."

The vigorous fire dispelled the chill of the rainy night, and a fragrant grill sat atop the flames.

Fat dripped, sending sparks flying.

Lin An turned the grill in his hands twice, then let out a light sigh:

"Do you think I'm really that cold-blooded and heartless?"

"Perhaps toward outsiders I would act Without Hesitation."

"But with you all, I cannot..."

Wen Ya instinctively reached out and grabbed his hand, roughly understanding why Lin An had decisively slain the false Mo Ling.

Zhang Tie raised his head at the sound, his voice muffled:

"Then Lin Dui, you still swung your sword..."

"Aren't you afraid that guy is deceiving you..."

"Even Yun Lin that silly girl said they can't be distinguished by reversal."

As soon as his words fell, the Yun siblings nearby looked at Lin An with curiosity.

Yes, from the incident's end until now, they still couldn't fathom why Lin An wasn't afraid of killing the wrong person.

Lin An extended a hand, unable to resist touching Mo Ling's head, and fell into contemplation for a moment:

It's just because I can't distinguish the images from the regression that I dared to slash directly.

The reason is simple.

Regression is seeing images of the past.

But the images are random.

Therefore.

Only by using regression on the ghost infant can one see the head-changing image with 100% certainty.

Because it only has that past segment.

No matter how random, the most important image is only that segment.

But if regression is used on the real Mo Ling, the image seen may not be that segment.

Of course, there are other reasons as well.

For example, why would the Mo Ling after the ghost infant's head swap hand over my own corpse to me.

Mo Ling let out a soft snort after hearing that, then gave Lin An a fierce glare:

You still have a bit of brains...

After you threw me out, the convoy rolled over me more than ten times!

Several people listened, completely bewildered.

They understood the first reason, but what does the second mean?

Seeing everyone's puzzled looks, Mo Ling rare­ly took the initiative to explain:

It's simple.

The ghost infant's head is on my body, but the body is mine.

When not far away I could still control the body, so I deliberately handed the ghost infant's corpse to Deadly Brush Lin An.

Just to tell him there's something abnormal here.

I never expected him to just throw me out!

Besides, I don't love sleeping that much!

When you saw the ghost infant get on the vehicle and just keep sleeping, you should have realized there was a problem!

Who likes to sleep? Even a pig-brain knows it's a newborn baby!

Unusually, after this incident Mo Ling is no longer so cold.

For some reason, after swapping bodies with the ghost infant, Mo Ling has become more like a 'living person' instead.

Wen Ya heard this and suddenly understood.

She had actually sensed something was off.

When Mo Ling activates a technique, she has been sharing spiritual power all along; logically the consumption shouldn't be that great.

Just...

Wen Ya and Lin An exchanged a glance, somewhat helpless.

Mo Ling indeed loves to sleep; they unconsciously overlooked this abnormality.

Lin An looked at the little loli puffing with anger, finding it somewhat amusing.

He also only realized it at the last moment.

The head-changing image, hypersomnia, closed eyes, and the inexplicably handed-over ghost infant corpse.

After four consecutive abnormalities, he finally decided to strike with that sword.

After Zhang Tie understood, he somewhat embarrassedly scratched his head:

Captain Lin, sorry, it was my damn misunderstanding of you.

Lin An didn't mind, gesturing that he shouldn't take it to heart.

Sigh.

Zhang Tie let out a deep sigh, feeling he was really too naive; a moment later he couldn't help asking Mo Ling:

After you swapped bodies with the ghost infant, are you human or ghost?

Why doesn't swapping heads kill you?

Mo Ling gave Xiong Hanzi an eye-roll after hearing that, and snorted angrily.

I'm a ghost; at midnight I'll twist my head off and put it beside your bed!

After saying that, she suddenly lifted her head to look at Lin An:

Aren't you going to look for that guy?

By the way, may I ask what exactly my condition is now?

Lin An nodded at the sound and put down the grill in his hand.

Regarding the resurrected soldier in uniform, he indeed had many questions he wanted to ask.

On the rooftop of the residential building, the dark clouds dispersed.

The accumulated rainwater gathered into puddles, reflecting the night sky overhead.

The night sky after the rain was unusually bright, as if washed with lead.

The moist water vapor mixed with a faint smell of rust.

Lin An calmly looked at the man leaning against the edge of the rooftop, gesturing with a nod:

Now you should tell me the truth of the matter.

And.

Who exactly are you.

The man lifted his neck to gaze at the night sky, as if drawn by the stars within it.

After a long while.

He slowly turned his head, looking toward Lin An.

"Me?"

His gaze thoughtful, the man slightly lifted his glasses, putting on a stiff smile:

"Well, it's an honor to introduce myself to you:"

"I am Chu An."

"Overall person in charge of the 9th phase of the Splendid Peace Plan."

"ID: 0009"

"Currently the chief of staff of the Fourth Military Region base, rank: Colonel."