Wen Yongxin. The name had a certain evocative grace.
He still remembered how, after the Nong Yueke mission, Shao Yong'an and the others had asked Wen Yongxin what sort of mystery novels he wrote, and whether any had sold well.
The young man, flippant on the surface but sensitive at heart, had merely brushed aside his bangs and smiled without answering.
There were many employees like him in the Top Ten Branches.
Why was Tianhai Hotel called a world where "geniuses were worth less than dogs"? Because it truly was cruel to the extreme.
Genius was merely the threshold for survival here. Surviving one or two missions did not mean you could keep surviving forever.
For everyone, timing and fate were neither excuses for failure nor humble words after success. They were the real, cruel logic underlying everything.
It had been true of Zhan Xun once, and it was true of Wen Yongxin now.
Those who departed had the sorrow of departing; those who lived had the hardship of survival.
The carousel had stopped. There was still a visitor on horse No. 5, but Wen Yongxin was "out."
This brutally shattered the foundation of all their earlier conjectures and efforts. Chen Jie's eyes widened in anguish.
Because, in all fairness, Chen Jie did not believe Wen Yongxin was any less capable than she was. His earlier reasoning had not been wrong either. So what had caused this horrific outcome...
Chen Jie sat on the damp, sticky horse No. 6, blood dripping from half her body. Her mind raced as she searched the empty carousel grounds for an explanation.
"He suggested that the ghost targeted the horses, not the people. That proved wrong;
he also suggested that the ghost targeted visitors before employees. That proved wrong too;
now we've confirmed that