The Dancing Lions of the Dwarves

Bailing, her face flushed, walked down from a row of seats.

He glanced at the [Filth Fall] believer a few times, seemingly wanting to see how the previous battle had gone.

Unfortunately, Bailing had tidied herself up well, and there was no way to tell.

"Big shot, did you find anything?"

"I found one of your colleagues."

Bailing didn't seem surprised, but she still covered her mouth in mock surprise and asked, "Is she as good as me?"

"?"

Cheng Shi felt his skin was too thin. He decisively changed the subject, "Let's not talk about this, what did you find?"

As soon as he asked this, he regretted it, because Bailing hadn't actually searched earlier.

But unexpectedly, Bailing seemed to have found something.

She licked her lips, the flush on her face still present, and pointed to her face, smiling playfully:

"Do you think I found something?"

She was lying.

Cheng Shi smiled brightly and said:

"Honestly, you're not very good at lying, or rather, you can't hide your thoughts. Just say it, we're all in a hurry."

Bailing's expression froze, then she narrowed her eyes and smiled:

"Big shot is indeed a big shot, your observation skills are amazing."

I have even better ones, but I can't tell you.

Cheng Shi winked at Bailing, signaling her to get to the point and save time.

Bailing understood and pointed in a certain direction:

"I found a few men I met in the tavern. Perhaps there are clues among them."

"?"

Cheng Shi looked at the vast audience and frowned.

Finding the same individual in adjacent memories was indeed a good thing, because many memory hosts would recall a previous encounter with someone after seeing them.

This was also the solution for most Players in [Memory] trials: finding the next target by sorting out the relationship chain.

Although the connection between the two memories might not be deep, finding even a sliver of a clue was good.

Cheng Shi understood this logic, but the problem was, in such a vast crowd, how had Bailing found these people so quickly?

Bailing saw Cheng Shi's confusion. She raised a finger, tapped Cheng Shi's forehead, then retracted it and tapped her own full chest.

Cheng Shi followed her "pointing" gaze...

"Gulp."

So big.

Seeing Cheng Shi staring blankly, Bailing chuckled lightly:

"Big shot, stop pretending. My talent can materialize men's possessiveness towards me, allowing me to finely sense their covetousness for every inch of my skin. You clearly have no feelings for me, so why are you acting like a pervert?"

"Ah, this, you have this talent too?"

Seeing that he had been exposed, Cheng Shi wasn't embarrassed. He clicked his tongue twice and looked away.

"I wasn't pretending. After all, who doesn't appreciate beauty?"

"Are you pitying me?" Bailing blinked, her charming expression turning innocent.

"Who is to be pitied?" Cheng Shi chuckled and said casually, "Perhaps I like men?"

Bailing burst out laughing, took a step forward, and hooked his arm, saying with great amusement:

"I'll believe it if you say it, Sister Cheng. Hurry, let's save time."

Cheng Shi, looking constipated, was pulled along for a bit. He couldn't stand being pressed by the soft flesh anymore, so he pulled his hand away and struggled with a wry smile:

"I was just kidding."

Bailing didn't let go at all and said even more playfully:

"Don't worry, your little sister is very discreet."

"..."

Helpless, Cheng Shi had to change the subject:

"Why didn't you guide them to break through their memories yourself?"

"Little sister doesn't know how. I only know how to guide them to fantasize. Once I do that, what you see won't just be my personal show; everyone in the entire circus arena would immediately start performing... a horse riding show, at that."

Cheng Shi knew she was right. If she had really found the memory host and seduced them, it could indeed lead to a chaotic memory scene.

Once the memory became disordered, the entire memory would quickly shatter.

"Looks like you value your lives pretty highly too."

The "you" here referred to the followers of Filth Fall, of course.

Bailing nodded decisively.

"Of course! Only by staying alive... can we... do more... right?"

Cheng Shi's face darkened as he automatically censored the words he couldn't repeat.

When he followed Bailing to meet a few "acquaintances," he recognized them instantly as the burly men he'd seen drinking and bragging in the tavern memory.

"Mind telling me how you found them?"

Cheng Shi looked at Bailing with some curiosity. He actually wanted to know the specific function of Bailing's talent, but his instincts told him that even if he asked, Bailing wouldn't answer.

Bailing smiled at Cheng Shi and replied:

"Everyone has different preferences. Some people like waists, some like legs, some like..."

Understood.

"What do you like?" Bailing licked her red lips.

Me?

I like staying alive.

Cheng Shi ignored her and began to quietly approach his targets, releasing Hypnosis on each of them.

However, after questioning them one by one, none of the dozen or so people were the final answer.

The expressions of two people sank simultaneously.

"These people were also within the waiter's field of vision. Since none of them fit, could it be that the waiter recalled the previous scene upon seeing an item?"

If it involved an item, it would be much harder to find.

It was still the same reason: the venue was too large.

"Let's notify the others first to narrow down the scope further."

Cheng Shi sighed helplessly and spent some more time calling Fang Shiqing and the others back.

She and Xu Lu had been responsible for the area around the VIP seats, so their initial direction was wrong, and they naturally wouldn't have found any clues.

A'ming, however, stammered something about special service staff in the audience engaging in unspeakable, sordid transactions with the spectators.

Everyone dismissed it as gossip, quickly ignoring it.

They had encountered too many such things; it was no longer surprising.

Compared to the chaos in the VIP section, the audience seats occupied by the common folk were far more orderly.

After the first exchange of information, Fang Shiqing frowned and said:

"Keep searching. The core of the memory must be in the ordinary audience seats. The performance on stage never faltered, which means he was watching the show the entire time. Pay attention to the audience members who were intently watching the performance. Let's split up and meet again in an hour."

"Okay."

"Whatever the boss says goes."

"No objections."

The group quickly separated, and Cheng Shi found himself weaving through the audience seats alone once more.

He frowned, not heading to his assigned search area, but instead weaving through the rows of seats as if searching for a specific target.

He was looking for the "Dwarf assembling Orc girl."

Fang Shiqing's summary reminded him: if a person had never interacted with the "Dwarf assembling Orc girl," then Cheng Shi wouldn't have been able to see the dwarves dressing beneath the beast hides.

Therefore, the core of this memory must have had some interaction with the "Dwarf assembling Orc girl," and even knew that she wasn't "one" person.

Who would interact with someone when they knew that person wasn't a normal special worker?

Cheng Shi swore that with his normal mind, he couldn't think of anyone.

But not being able to think of someone didn't mean he couldn't find them.

So he began to search for the Orc girl's whereabouts.

The circus was bustling with people, lacking any real order. Especially in the common audience section, various hawking sounds rose and fell, no different from a tavern.

Therefore, his actions were not conspicuous.

After searching for a short while, Cheng Shi found his target, the "Dwarf Orc girl."

At that moment, "she" was wriggling and acting spoiled in the arms of an audience member.

Physically wriggling.

Cheng Shi watched, dumbfounded, and really wanted to observe up close what they were doing. But soon, he saw a familiar face around the Orc girl that surprised him.

Yorke.

The Duke's stable hand mentioned by the tavern patrons, the fellow who suddenly got rich and then slept with the Orc girl.

Cheng Shi curled his lips, feeling that his guess was correct.

"As expected, I found it."

Yorke was wearing a straw hat at this moment, covering his eyes, his gaze beneath the brim constantly shifting between the two target locations.

One was the stage direction, and the other was the Orc girl's position to the front right.

Actually, it wasn't just him; the surrounding audience was also glancing towards that direction, intentionally or unintentionally, but because the Orc girl's movements were restrained and her sounds weren't loud, it hadn't caused too much of a stir.

But while other audience members were looking at the Orc girl's chest, waist, legs, and hips, Yorke's gaze was fixed on "her" face, his eyes practically dripping with affection.

"..."

Man, can you tell me how you got interested in these five 'lion dancing' Dwarves?

Cheng Shi had been observing him for a long time, his confusion growing. Finally, unable to hold back, he disguised himself as an ordinary audience member and quietly approached Yorke, sighing somewhat deliberately:

"Why is it only female Orcs providing services? Can't you be a bit more open-minded about gender?"