Chapter 47: The Assassin Miss

The Assassin Miss’s Methods

Go back; we can investigate the murderer.

Don’t go back; we can avoid another accident tonight.

In a seven-day trial where a teammate died before even completing the first day, this is unquestionably the worst possible start.

Everyone’s solemnity was written on their faces, except Yun Ni, who let out a light snort and turned away.

The direction she chose was the “Feverish Glow of Life.”

Watching Yun Ni depart with such precision, Cheng Shi felt a deep sense of awe.

This is a 2400-level scenario—even with death right before their eyes, some still face it calmly and press forward.

In a 1400-level scenario, our group would’ve disbanded tonight.

Du Xiguang adjusted his glasses and suggested:

“Wei Guan’s death... shouldn’t we report it to the Law Enforcement Bureau?”

To be honest, it’s a viable option.

Letting the Law Enforcement Bureau act could eliminate many risks.

But the problem is, we still can’t confirm whether this killer wielding a half-artifact is the players’ target or their landmark.

If he’s a “landmark,” it’s fine—we just need to find out who he’ll kill next and locate the true sacrifice.

But if he’s the “target,” once he falls into the Law Enforcement Bureau’s hands, trying to kill him later would be like adding difficulty to ourselves.

Besides, how do we explain Wei Guan’s current state—ripped open from chest to belly?

Fang Jue pondered for a moment, then shook his head and rejected the suggestion.

Now is not the right time to cooperate with “officials.”

Cheng Shi had already anticipated this outcome. He glanced at Wei Guan’s lifeless eyes, then turned and left as well.

Yun Ni is right—only by getting close to the murderer can we find him.

No matter what, we must return to this inn tonight.

This trial has shifted from “dispelling the mist” to “walking on a blade’s edge.”

And this is precisely what [Death] expects.

He has never disliked more sacrifices.

“You go ahead. I’ll handle Wei Guan’s body.”

Followers of [Order] are always reliable. Du Xiguang didn’t hesitate and followed Cheng Shi’s steps.

Fang Jue stared at the corpse with a somber expression and sighed softly.

When he had “hidden” the body and looked up again, he found the ascetic monk who had silently listened all night was already gone.

When Cheng Shi returned to the inn, Yun Ni was buying wine at the front desk.

He walked over, ordered a glass of strong liquor from the server, and sat beside her.

Yun Ni glanced at him, unusually silent.

Cheng Shi raised his glass and said:

“Regardless, we’re still teammates. If you have any ideas, you might as well share them with me first.”

Yun Ni lifted her slightly drunken eyelids slightly, signaling him to continue.

I don’t want to lose two teammates on the first day, and I don’t want you to die so foolishly, like that overconfident follower.

Cheng Shi’s words were blunt—he was terrified his teammates would charge forward confidently and end up dead on the spot.

He didn’t doubt Yun Ni’s intelligence...

Forget it—he just didn’t trust her.

And he could tell this Assassin Miss already had a plan; she might act tonight.

Whether her action would help or hurt the trial, he couldn’t judge without knowing her intent.

Yun Ni smiled, ignored him, drained her glass, and left alone again.

Cheng Shi watched her go, then turned his gaze to the bar.

The empty glass Yun Ni had slammed onto the counter still trembled; a barely visible crack was slowly spreading toward the three o’clock position.

Hmph—an interesting invitation.

The inn’s first floor closes at two a.m.—clearly intending to do something “unseen” during the quiet night.

Cheng Shi chuckled silently, downed his drink in one gulp, and returned to his room.

Deep night had fallen. Though the inn was full of guests, most had chosen rest now, no longer the lively scene of early evening.

The innkeeper was clearly skilled—he, at this late hour, had arranged several servers to patrol the corridors on each floor, ensuring guests slept more peacefully.

Cheng Shi lay on his bed, unable to sleep. He listened to footsteps pacing back and forth in the corridor, his mind racing for a way out.

Just as he furrowed his brow in thought, the familiar breathing sound came again from behind the wooden wall beside his bed.

“Is it three o’clock?”

He glanced at his watch—the breathing from the next room vanished.

Cheng Shi, as if receiving a signal, immediately rolled out of bed, opened his door, and stepped out.

As soon as he stepped out, he saw Du Xiguang and Fang Jue opening their doors simultaneously.

Both men’s gazes moved in perfect unison past Cheng Shi, fixing on Yun Ni’s door.

Even more bizarrely, at the end of the corridor, a burly man lying in the shadows had woken and stood up silently.

“?”

It seems everyone’s thoughts are on the Assassin Miss’s move.

I’m awake because Yun Ni invited me—what are you big guys doing, listening at walls in the middle of the night?

The moment was fleeting; Cheng Shi had no time to overthink.

The four men silently skipped the awkward greeting and followed Yun Ni’s trail up to the third floor.

Perhaps because Wei Guan’s death had served as a warning, she hadn’t erased her traces.

So the four men trailed behind her, erasing her footprints as they went, guessing what this [Annihilation] assassin intended to do.

But they didn’t have long to speculate. When they reached the door of the last room on the third floor, the answer revealed itself.

A faint scent of [Annihilation] leaked from the room.

Yun Ni has moved!

The four men froze, dodged the patrolling servers, and slipped into the room quickly.

Inside, the room was in utter disarray; the guest who should have been there was gone.

Yun Ni had vanished again.

“Freak!”

Fang Jue instantly understood Yun Ni’s plan. He cursed bitterly and dashed out.

Du Xiguang followed right behind—he too had grasped Yun Ni’s intent.

Cheng Shi stared at the empty room, frowning deeply.

Without doubt, Yun Ni had “killed.”

Followers of [Annihilation] used His granted special ability to send the room’s occupant to “another plane.”

These planes were often dying worlds on the verge of collapse.

Sending living beings into unraveling space was an offering to Him.

Moreover, a life vanishing from its original place was not unlike death.

The poor guest might still be alive—but what torment awaited him under [Annihilation]’s gaze, no outsider could know.

Crude method, but effective.

The Assassin Miss’s idea was simply to search room by room, forcibly, without alerting other guests.

Just like her personality—decisive and direct.

But there was still one problem: if she directly confronted the killer, she might become the next Wei Guan.

This simple, effective method wasn’t unthought-of—no one just wanted to be the second Wei Guan.

Yet Yun Ni didn’t care at all; she willingly became the players’ spearhead.

Thinking of this, Cheng Shi couldn’t help but sigh:

Truly, skill makes one bold.

Why are all these high-scoring people so confident?

Is their score just built on raw talent and brute force?

He found this notion utterly contemptible.

Brute force can’t solve everything—the mind is the key that unlocks the door.

But the deed was done; dwelling on it was useless.

He sighed helplessly and began searching the messy room, hoping to find some useful clues.

He knew well—the Assassin Miss wouldn’t bother with careful searching.

This dirty work still fell to all of them.

“Sigh, the Grand Inquisition is on its way—why stir up this inn now? Aren’t you afraid of getting trapped inside?”