Chapter 105: Song Bingyuan Comes to the Door

Chen Shicheng didn't beat around the bush, so Shuigu Tang instantly understood his meaning.

After a brief moment of thought, she firmly nodded, deciding to take responsibility for killing Yu Wei herself.

So an hour later, outside the C City Cultural Tourism Bureau building, Shuigu Tang swaggered past under the surveillance, confirmed she was caught on camera, and then threw Yu Wei's corpse at the doorway.

Then she loudly shouted at the stunned guard, "This is the person who wanted to vie for the Tai Sui in the underground palace, and also the serial killer behind C City's recent murder spree. As a law-abiding citizen, I, Shuigu Tang, did you a favor by eliminating him—no thanks needed!"

Having said that, she vanished into the night at top speed.

After being stunned for several seconds, the guard at the entrance finally came to his senses, urgently calling for backup on his walkie-talkie, "Quick, notify Director Song!"

Half an hour later, Song Bingyuan sat in the meeting room, intently watching the surveillance footage on the computer, not even noticing his cigarette burning down to his fingers.

After a long while, he leaned back in his chair with a worried expression, rubbing his temples and asked, "How did the corpse examination turn out?"

The team member beside him quickly picked up the inspection report and said, "According to the body‑type detection procedure, the victim indeed matches the physical traits of the serial killer, and residual energy fluctuations remain on the corpse, confirming the victim is a player, and furthermore"

The team member took a photo from the report and placed it in front of Song Bingyuan; the photo showed Yu Wei's face, stamped with a red handprint.

"The victim's face suffered severe bruising, yet no fingerprints could be lifted, and the handprint is large—definitely not a woman's hand."

"In other words, the killer isn't a single person; the woman seen on the surveillance likely deliberately delivered the corpse under camera view to conceal another's existence."

Song Bingyuan's gaze kept shifting between the photo and the surveillance, striving to compare the hand sizes.

Unfortunately, the footage was shot at night and the image is somewhat blurry, making precise identification impossible; however, judging by height, the handprint could not possibly belong to the woman in the picture.

But that doesn't matter; what's important is that the two‑year‑old serial murder case can basically be declared solved—once the DNA test comparison results come out, the case can be closed.

After Song Bingyuan announced the news, the entire meeting room fell into cheers and laughter.

Everyone here were the investigators of the original serial murder case; even though they've become players and been transferred to the Cultural Tourism Bureau Logistics Department, the case had always weighed on their minds, and now that the closure is announced, they all instantly relaxed.

But unlike the team members, Song Bingyuan appeared preoccupied.

After becoming a player, he realized the reason the serial murder case couldn't be solved was that Yu Wei was a player, and all the victims were players too, which skewed the investigative direction, leaving them clueless.

Moreover, because players had been hunted to extinction, when the C City Cultural Tourism Bureau Logistics Department was formed, lacking anyone else, they were drafted in.

However, nothing is absolute; the reason the Cultural Tourism Bureau Logistics Department was established was that rooftop battle.

Since there was a fight, it shows Yu Wei's opponent was also a player of comparable strength, likely the woman seen on the surveillance; a moment later, he seemed to have made up his mind, grabbed his coat, left without disturbing anyone, and slipped out of the meeting room.

Meanwhile, after dealing with Yu Wei, Chen Shicheng also lifted the weight from his heart, feeling refreshed and light‑footed.

At the same time, he removed the Evil Ghost Mask for the first time and strolled down the street, but as he walked, he realized the scenery seemed familiar—the green metal barriers and cranes made him pause. "I've actually ended up here."

Chen Shicheng silently gazed at the brightly lit construction site, letting out a sigh.

The former crime scene now shows no trace; people seem to have forgotten that brutal scene, the construction site has resumed work, and even a night market has sprung up nearby.

Moreover, it's no surprise that the game's large‑scale closed beta caused a stir in society, but just a few days later, those without game access had already returned to normal life—working, paying mortgages.

After all, people still need to live.

And that person who shares my name has simply been forgotten by everyone.

He bought a bottle of white liquor, found a nearby barbecue stall facing the crane, poured a cup onto the ground, then filled a cup for himself and drank it all in one gulp.

Unfortunately, his extraordinary spirit attribute made his metabolism abnormally strong; after the liquor hit his stomach, his face didn't flush and his heart didn't race—aside from a slight throat burn, there was no pleasure in drinking at all.

".... It's still not the same."

Feeling bored, Chen Shicheng poured the entire bottle of white liquor onto the ground, then silently left under the strange glances of nearby diners, returning to his rented apartment.

But just as he reached the building's entrance, he noticed a figure squatting at the stairwell, a cigarette dangling from their lips, the ember glowing and fading in the darkness.

Relying on his formidable wood pressure, he instantly recognized the figure—it was the officer he'd met a few times, also the commander of the reserve force in the Cultural Tourism Bureau Logistics Department from the underground palace.

What is he doing here?

Chen Shicheng felt something was off; the opponent loitering outside his door in the middle of the night was clearly waiting for him.

So, has his identity been exposed? But since they've already blocked his doorstep, avoidance is pointless; besides, the person came alone in plain clothes, likely meaning no ill will, so he can only take it step by step.

Song Bingyuan stared at the cigarette burning down to the butt, took a deep drag, exhaled a puff of smoke, then suddenly heard footsteps, looked up to see someone approaching, and hastily stubbed out the cigarette.

"Chen Shicheng, long time no see—you should still remember me."

Looking at the expressionless young man standing before him, Song Bingyuan smiled and extended his hand, "Let me introduce myself again—I'm Song Bingyuan, acting director of the C City Cultural Tourism Bureau Logistics Department."

Chen Shicheng said nothing, silently shook his hand, and meanwhile the Eye of Bai Ze assessed the opponent's information.

【Lv. 9 Wasteland Wolf (Song Bingyuan), Spirit: 18, Qi: 10, Soul: 7.5, Skills:】

A body‑refining cultivator, already at level 9—no wonder it's a national organization, the benefits are great.

"This doesn't seem like a good place to talk; if you don't mind, shall we chat at your place?" Song Bingyuan glanced at the window whose light was still on, then spoke calmly.

(End of chapter)