The Vicious Chess Player and the Sacrificial Pawn Who Lost His Life
"Shouldn't it be like this?"
The Secret Peeker wore a mocking expression.
"The high-ranking officials are all extraordinary individuals, they are all high-ranking national officials, you should at least show them some respect!" Zhang Hongwen choked out these words through gritted teeth.
The Secret Peeker sneered, "Stop being so pretentious in front of me!"
"You people in high positions of power, you must have dragged down your 'pawns' quite a few times in the past during political struggles, right?"
"It's simply a matter of the power dynamic shifting now."
"When you were using others as pawns, you all spoke so righteously. Now that you're being used as pawns, you're all here wallowing in self-pity. What are you being so pretentious about?"
"The officialdom has its own system, but unfortunately times have changed. Those Ghost Tamer power through channels outside the system. You'd better accept reality as soon as possible."
After speaking, the Secret Peeker, as if treating a subordinate, instructed Zhang Hongwen to proceed according to the original plan.
The Secret Peeker then turned and left, leaving Zhang Hongwen alone in the office with a gloomy face.
He truly regretted it; if he had known this would happen, he shouldn't have cooperated with that crazy woman in the first place.
At first, he thought he could control the other party, but unexpectedly, the other party caught him red-handed.
Once you're on that pirate ship, there's no getting off.
Dancing with wolves, it's too late for regrets.
Meanwhile, Hu Jiu had already set off to visit Fu Youhua.
He knew a conspiracy was quietly approaching him.
But... if you're going to seek thrills, then you should go all the way!
What's the point of playing around?
If you're going to play, play big!
Fu Youhua is receiving treatment at a very special hospital.
The patients we see here are mostly people who have fallen ill due to Supernatural influences.
For example, they suffered various curses, were harmed by lingering Supernatural phenomena, or were accidentally injured by Ghost Tamers...
Ordinary people are not qualified to be hospitalized here.
Those who can receive treatment here all have some social standing or background.
After undergoing numerous checks, Hu Jiu finally arrived at Fu Youhua's ward, only to unexpectedly see another acquaintance.
"Huang Jingxing? What are you doing here? Are you sick?"
Huang Jingxing was still dressed as a mummy. Hearing Hu Jiu's question, he simply explained:
"Minister Fu Youhua was attacked by that Intangible Fierce Ghost in the Yellow Sea and suffered a serious heart attack."
"Although I have imprisoned the Fierce Ghost, the damage caused to my body by the Supernatural is irreversible."
"Because I've already controlled that ghost, Headquarters has instructed me to assist Fu Youhua in his treatment to see if we can cure his illness."
Hu Jiu asked, "Is Fu Youhua's condition very serious?"
Huang Jingxing nodded solemnly. "You can't do any strenuous activities, you can't have any major emotional fluctuations, and you can't bump or knock anything."
Hu Jiu pondered, "I remember that Fu Youhua was protected by Zhang Yuwei with bubbles back then, so how come he still suffered such severe adverse effects?"
Huang Jingxing shrugged. "Who would know? Maybe he's getting old?"
"The ordinary people on the ship were either uninjured or dead; he's the only one who's half-dead."
Hu Jiu didn't say anything more and went straight into Fu Youhua's ward.
He didn't waste any words and said directly, "I have something here that might solve your immediate problem."
Sitting on the hospital bed, Fu Youhua smiled weakly at him, "What is it?"
Hu Jiu reached into his pocket, and suddenly something appeared out of nowhere—a wooden bracelet of unknown material.
"This is a Supernatural Item with healing properties that I acquired by chance. It's very powerful and has few side effects. It should be able to cure your heart disease."
Fu Youhua did not reach out to take the bracelet, but instead asked:
"Thanks, what do you want? I don't think you would help me for no reason."
Hu Jiu's face showed a sincere expression. "If you can go back to work, that will be a help to me."
"You don't know yet, do you? While you were away, that new deputy Minister turned Headquarters into a complete mess."
"The reward resources that were supposed to be mine were lost during delivery, and Headquarters actually made me take responsibility for it and asked me to find them."
"Tell me, isn't this ridiculous?"
Fu Youhua frowned. Although he was ill, he still knew about the news from Headquarters, and he was even more aware of Zhang Hongwen's actions.
Hu Jiu wasn't the kind of person who would deliberately come to complain, especially not to a seriously ill patient.
What exactly is his intention?
The two probed each other tentatively, chatting very harmoniously.
At the same time.
Somewhere in the Capital.
A living person is being forced to hang themselves.
He is Lu Mou.
In truth, he had no idea what the situation was.
After being taken out of the meeting room, I thought I would be restricted in my personal freedom and suffer some injustice for a period of time.
Who would have thought that someone would want to take his life so soon!
He couldn't understand why the girl in front of him wanted to kill him.
He knew the girl was Ghost Tamer codenamed [The Secret Peeker], someone with considerable influence at Headquarters. He couldn't have offended her before, could he?
Lu Mou wanted to speak, to question the Secret Peeker.
The Secret Peeker didn't give him a chance to speak at all; a thin white cloth was wrapped around his neck and used to strangle him.
He gradually lost his breath, his face turned bluish-purple, his eyes rolled upwards, and his tongue dangled out of his mouth.
Before long, Lu Mou was strangled to death.
The Secret Peeker then stopped, slowly putting away the long strip of cloth and then disguising the scene.
"You're really ruthless!" the Prophet, who had witnessed the whole thing, couldn't help but say.
The Secret Peeker paused for a moment, then quickly resumed his nonchalant demeanor. "Being ruthless is better; at least you won't suffer any injustice."
"I can no longer accurately predict your future, but my intuition tells me that what you're doing will likely have very troublesome consequences," the Prophet warned.
"Whatever." The Secret Peeker his face.
She used to be very obedient and dedicated to serving Headquarters.
But what did she ultimately gain?
His eye was gouged out and his hand was severed!
She assumed that Headquarters would seek justice for her, and that the perpetrator would at least sincerely apologize to her.
However, after waiting and waiting, the Headquarters only compensated her with a sum of money for emotional distress, telling her to let it go and consider the bigger picture, and not to dwell on it.
If you hold back for a moment, you'll only get angrier; if you back down, you'll only feel more cheated the more you think about it.
The Secret Peeker's mental state was already unstable. After suffering severe physical and mental trauma and being morally blackmailed by Headquarters, she turned evil immediately after her injuries were healed.
She knew before that none of the Ghost Tamer could thrive in the Supernatural world were good people.
It wasn't until she personally broke free from her own moral constraints that she finally experienced the exhilarating feeling of doing whatever she wanted!
She finally understood that good people only suffer in frustration and are caught in a dilemma, while bad people can take advantage of others with ease!
"Isn't it just framing someone? Anyone can do that!"