"Old Wen, why did you choose such a huge idiot as the world's protagonist?" Little Illusion said as she watched through the little hole.
"People who are too smart easily discover the Truth of the world. They'll only scheme to exploit loopholes instead of working for others, perfecting the world, and protecting it," Wenren Sheng said lightly.
"Oh, oh, you really are a genius." Little Illusion suddenly understood. After watching for a while, she left.
Wenren Sheng shook his head and continued observing the world inside the little hole.
Hao Ming had never considered himself a huge idiot. On the contrary, he considered himself above average.
Regarding the newly emerged delivery person murder cases, he quickly found a starting point.
He tapped on the keyboard again and entered a search query on the large screen: "List all common traits among the murdered delivery people."
Very soon, lines of information appeared on one of the screens.
"1. All were between the ages of 18 and 45. Most were women, with a small number of men."
"2. All wore brightly colored clothing."
"3. The victims used white cars for transportation."
Hmm, that was one difference between the Tribal Jungle and the Alliance. Deliveries there mostly relied on cars because gas was cheap and the land was vast and sparsely populated.
"4. A considerable number provided additional services."
"5. On the day of the crimes, the weather was rainy in most cases."
"6. No biological traces of the murderer were collected at any crime scene—fingerprints, hair, DNA, and so on. Only one surveillance camera appeared to have captured the suspect's figure."
Even after reviewing every common trait, Hao Ming still felt confused.
He then pulled up the footage captured by the surveillance camera.
The shaky footage showed a corridor outside a room.