Chapter 113

Without hesitation, Fang Yue entered the game.

The spawn point was still the crematorium, where he had logged off.

He stood up and headed straight for the Guard Station, where he found Lin Ling still interrogating the six men harshly, making them tremble in fear.

"Lin Ling! I know who the traitor is!"

Lin Ling froze, then whirled around sharply.

"Tell me! Which one of them is it? I'll cripple him right now and drag him to Hua Wuye so she can kill him with her own hands!"

Hearing this, the six men turned pale as paper.

"No! Captain Lin, I didn't kill Hua's family!"

"Yes, yes! We're innocent!"

"Wu-wu-wu-wu! Captain Lin, I'll never slack off during patrols again! Don't scare me like this, wu-wu-wu!"

They were genuinely terrified.

They'd been dragged here for no reason and subjected to Lin Ling's brutal interrogation and intense psychological pressure—who could withstand that?

Fortunately, Fang Yue had arrived.

"It's not them. The traitor isn't among them—it's someone else!"

What?!

Lin Ling stared: "Who?"

"Come with me and you'll find out."

Lin Ling hesitated briefly, then stopped wasting time. He ordered the squad members to stay put and followed Fang Yue.

Still, a trace of doubt lingered in his mind.

"Xiao Ye, you say you know who the traitor is—how certain are you that the person you found is truly the traitor?"

"One hundred percent!"

Come on, I've basically got cheat mode activated!

If someone else had been killed by the traitor, there'd be no proof left—they'd be dead with no way to trace the killer.

But when a player dies, they just log out for 24 hours—no real consequence.

As long as I find the person, I can contact them in reality—that's first-hand intel!

The traitor slipped up… no, rather, ordinary Natives simply can't conceive of such a tactic.

This… is the power of cheating!

"One hundred percent?!"

Lin Ling's pupils shrank, his face darkened instantly, and murderous intent surged forth.

"Where are we going? I'll send someone to fetch Hua Wuye!"

Fang Yue didn't care—he said directly: "The Talent Market."

…

The Talent Market.

Sitting on the ground, Wei Ba stared blankly at the crowds passing by.

Around her, all the players wore expressions of despair—they, like Wei Ba, had been rejected by Natives and failed to find work.

That meant their lifespan was exhausted, night was descending, and they would all die.

"What should I do now…"

Wei Ba felt gloomy. She had no talent, no special stats—only cuteness, and that was it.

If things continued like this, she would surely die, without exception.

Unless…

Wei Ba recalled last night, how Ye Ge had taken care of them.

In Gu Yue Cun, Ye Ge said he could keep someone—if he wanted to, he could keep them.

If Ye Ge helped me, maybe I could still have a chance to stay in the village…

Just as Wei Ba was thinking this, she suddenly noticed commotion ahead.

She stood up, tiptoeing to look out—and instantly felt a surge of excitement.

There, Ye Ge was walking toward her, accompanied by others!

Wei Ba was about to go over and try to make a connection for a job, when she noticed Ye Ge's serious expression—and the big guy beside him had an even more terrifyingly dark face, like a madman ready to erupt into murder.

She shrank back, silently sitting down again.

"Can't see me, can't see me, can't see me… he's not here for me…"

Just as Wei Ba sat down, Fang Yue and Lin Ling stopped at the entrance of the Talent Market.

"Deputy Captain Ye? Captain Lin? What are you doing here?"

Mu Zi calmed the restless refugees and stepped forward, puzzled.

Fang Yue looked at Mu Zi, then around the crowd, and grinned: "Nothing, nothing—I just came to check on the Talent Market. Carry on."

"Alright then…"

Mu Zi, though confused, turned to walk back.

Then she heard a sound.

It was the sound of a blade being drawn from its sheath.

Zing!!

As she instinctively turned back…

A flash of white light—her calf was severed halfway by Leng Yue's blade, cutting straight to the bone, blood spraying out.

And she herself let out a miserable shriek, her face going deathly pale in an instant, forced down onto one knee.

When she raised her head again, Fang Yue had already drawn his blade, and the Leng Yue blade was hanging at her neck.

"N-Night Deputy Captain?! Wh-what are you doing?! And Captain Lin, say something to him!"

Mu Zi was in so much pain that cold sweat streamed down her face, her whole body trembling slightly, yet her expression was one of utter bewilderment and shock.

"Keep acting. Go on, keep acting!"

Fang Yue grinned and said to Lin Ling: "Brother Lin, do you trust me?"

"I do."

"Stab her once in the chest, avoid the vital organs, pin her to the ground here first."

"Got it!"

The moment the words fell, Lin Ling directly raised his spear and thrust fiercely. The thrust was ferociously powerful, tearing out an afterimage, and before Mu Zi could react, it pierced straight through her chest cavity, pinning her dead to the ground.

Fresh blood gushed out. Mu Zi opened her mouth and let out two garbled cries, as if the pain had left her unable to speak, putting on a pitiful, frail, and wretched appearance.

Fang Yue had been afraid that his daytime attribute wasn't enough, that the damage from that one slash wasn't sufficient to hold the person, which was why he had Lin Ling strike as well.

Only now did Fang Yue sheathe the Leng Yue blade with relief, reaching out to pat her cheek.

"Mu Zi, no way out now, right? Stop pretending. Explain things clearly."

Mu Zi raised her head, eyes brimming with tears, looking pitiful, as if she might stop breathing at any moment with every word: "I-I really don't understand what you're talking about. Captain Lin, if Night Deputy Captain is causing trouble, fine, but why you too…"

Lin Ling said nothing, because on the way over, Fang Yue had already told him everything.

"Why bother, Mu Zi? Playing tough is pointless. Let me ask you—last night, after you came out of the Library Room and left the Guard Station, where did you go?"

"On night patrol…"

"Oh, then why did your squad members say you didn't return to the team right away, but that it was quite a while before they saw you?"

"I stopped by home on the way. That's not against the rules, is it!"

"Of course it's not."

Fang Yue smiled grimly: "But the home you returned to wasn't your own home—it was Hua Wuye's home! You wore my face and slaughtered Hua Wuye's entire family! Only then did you go back to your squad members! Am I right?"

"You're talking nonsense! I didn't! Captain Lin! You can't just pin this on me just because you can't find the killer! Wronged! I'm being wronged!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, Mu Zi, I have to admit, your scheme was very thorough, but… one slip in a hundred! On your way back, you killed one person you shouldn't have! That… refugee—he's not actually dead!"

Hearing this, Mu Zi's pupils contracted sharply: "…I don't understand."

"Don't understand? No problem, let me explain! You know too little about refugees. You killed that refugee, but you didn't know that among us refugees there's a special way of communicating—even through death, we can still communicate. It was he who told me that you were the one who killed him, and that you were carrying a strange human-skin item at the time! At the same time, I had Lin Ling look into it, and when you became a squad leader, you had practiced a Blade Technique for a period! Only later did you switch back to specializing in spear techniques."

"And for some reason, last night you suddenly exchanged for another Martial Art—that… was a Blade Technique!"

"Missy, cramming at the last minute isn't quite right, you know!"

Someone in front said I'm padding, but I really am just laying groundwork.

Without groundwork, where would the plot come from?

Also, the mole arc is over. I have something to attend to tomorrow, so the update will come in the evening.

(End of chapter)