Creator

Although most of the time "Good Night" is a guy who seems unreliable, and actually is, not very reliable, but...

He can still distinguish between what is important and what is urgent.

Therefore, what Good Night cared about was certainly not the so-called four hundred idol photo books.

"Xi Ba, photos and stuff like that are completely unimportant... What I'm talking about is, is this 'information' you gave me real?"

Good Night asked, and the man in the white suit shrugged.

"Is there any doubt, Good Night...? Why would I go to such lengths to fabricate such a lie?"

"Moreover, this matter is not difficult to verify—you just need to go to any terminal in the City That Never Sleeps, install it, and read the data to confirm whether the contents are true."

"All the 'Supreme Evolution' technologies inherited by the 'Divine Power Group' are included... especially the part you're looking for regarding 'Artificial Life'... well, although it doesn't involve 'Authority,' it's very close."

"Moreover, this technology... is indeed related to 'Player' and doesn't entirely belong to this 'Barren Realm'."

The man in the white suit explained.

Good Night felt the Storage Device attached to her collar and chest; due to gravity, the device and her hairpiece were falling downwards together.

But as the man in the white suit spoke, the weight of this Storage Device grew heavier and heavier.

"Wow, you really gave me something amazing," Xi Ba Good Night said, trying to straighten his chest. "But even if I take your word for it, why did you do this, you Xi Ba?"

"Oh, because I said I came with good intentions," the man in the white suit straightened his neat bow tie and continued, "I want to help you... After all, even if this data theft operation succeeds, your efficiency has been rather low."

"Although this 'data technology' is top secret in the City That Never Sleeps, and any Noble or researcher who obtains it can reap enormous benefits... it's merely an Admission Ticket to what you're investigating."

"At this rate, I don't know how long it will take you to get close to your goal—I need to help you speed things up, my friend."

The man in the white suit spoke lightly, tapping Good Night's chest again with his long fingernails.

Through the fabric of the clothing pocket, my fingertips tapped the Storage Device, making a "thump-thump" sound.

Good Night stared at the other person's mask—a mask that didn't even reveal the other person's eyes, so Good Night could only barely see what appeared to be the slightly sunken area resembling an eye socket.

He began to speak.

"Xi Ba, if you're going to help, then help properly. Why are you hanging me up like this?"

"Ha, I've already said I need to prevent you from fighting me... Although subduing you wouldn't be difficult, why bother?"

The man in the white suit spoke in a relaxed tone.

Good Night Xi Ba pressed on, "So, you gave me this thing... what do you want in exchange? What do you want to get from Xi Ba?"

The man in the white suit shook his head again.

"Don't overthink it, friend... I don't want anything—or rather, I've already got what I wanted."

Good Night said coldly, "I don't believe you're that kind... You Xi Ba you can just give it to me for free?"

"Kindness, given away for free?"

The man in the white suit laughed as he listened.

"No, no, no... Of course not, of course not! This is actually still a transaction!"

"Do you know that beneath your feet... well, or rather, above your head, countless transactions take place every day... between people, between people and companies, between companies."

"Whether Noble or Commoner, everyone is 'trading,' exchanging what they have for what others have; this is the foundation upon which the City That Never Sleeps was built."

"Player who have traveled from afar often say, 'The laws of the City That Never Sleeps only protect the Noble and serve only those in power'... That's true, but not entirely accurate."

"The more elite Player will realize that the city's laws serve an additional 'behavior' that transcends those in power: 'transactions'."

"Although the transaction itself is unfair, after all, everyone has different values in what they hold, and everyone's chips... are not of equal value."

"But at least, the existence of the transaction itself will be guaranteed."

"In this city, those who can master trading will rise through the ranks—as long as you always understand the Rule and essence of 'trading' better than most of your trading partners, you will make money."

"Conversely, you will go down."

"And in this city, the most elite, top-tier 'trades,' the most adept traders, mostly Xingyi type of 'trade'—they release what they possess in what appears to be a 'complete loss,' almost a 'gift,' as if they are wasting or donating it..."

"But... their 'transactional behavior' ultimately allows them to achieve their goals in the best possible way."

"Because what they are trading represents a 'future trend' and a 'possibility'!"

This kind of 'transaction' also has another name... it's called 'investment'.

The man in the white suit spoke, Good Night listened for a long time, feeling completely lost and confused.

Finally, he realized what was happening.

"Oh, Xi Ba, I think I'm getting it now. You mean you're investing in us?"

"So... what we're doing Xi Ba actually in your best interest, isn't it?"

The man in the white suit nodded. "Exactly."

Good Night then added.

"I understand now... Xi Ba, can you put me down now?"

The man in the white suit shook his head, glanced down at his wrist, and saw a very expensive-looking mechanical watch hanging on his fair and slender wrist.

"Sorry, it's not time yet... I'll put you down before I leave, after all, I still don't want to fight you... To be honest, Good Night, you're quite strong."

Good Night raised an eyebrow. "Xi Ba, are you afraid of me?"

"Hmm, a little."

The man in the white suit answered sincerely, then added, "I'm afraid that if I fight you, I might accidentally lose control and kill you... If that happens, a whole host of trouble will follow."

"This time alone, two very troublesome women will seek revenge for you—the guy favored by the God of Banquets... and the woman blessed by the Alchemy God."

"But even if I get rid of those two, the trouble won't end. More people will come looking for me and seeking revenge... In the end, it will definitely be the Deity who come after me."

"I don't like that feeling."

As the man in the white suit spoke, Good Night fell into deep thought, listening to his tone.

"Xi Ba, listening to you is exhausting... May I ask who you are?"

The man in the white suit laughed and gently pointed to himself.

"Me? Actually, I'm quite well-known in the City That City That Never Sleeps... I can't reveal my real name, and it's not important."

You may call me... 'The Creator'.

Inside the teahouse of the Nightless Sky Family, Fu Luo slurped up a mouthful of scalding tea, stuffed a snack into his mouth, and looked at the 425th on-site photo sent back by the frontline Security Bureau personnel. He zoomed in on the tablet with two fingers and once again caught the slightest Spider Silk in that corner.

"The materials left behind by the broken Alchemy Component are Entities emotional materials, which should have been dropped when Paris's modifications were damaged... Sure enough, Supervisor Tennyson and the Rainbow Light Family kid together actually suppressed Paris, and judging from the location of the broken component fragments, Paris was probably suppressed not long after entering the room."

"The surveillance footage... was indeed incomplete; just like Paris's Memory, it had been tampered with."

Fu Luo murmured to himself, then picked up the Communicator beside him and edited the latest discovery into the report again.

At the same time, Fu Luo also manually adjusted the "probability correlation" probabilities of several terms listed next to the report form.

These terms include names of people, places, organizations, technologies, equipment... It's a collection of everything Fu Luo could think of that might be related to the Truth of the case and the mastermind behind it.

Through the discovery and analysis of numerous on-site details, Fu Luo also dynamically adjusted the relevance of these terms.

This is Fu Luo's own problem-solving approach when facing difficult cases—he builds a mental model and calculates the relevance of all currently known concepts by continuously inputting details and new information.

This isn't a method that would allow him to directly pinpoint the killer, but it allows him to abstract complex cases into a series of puzzles, ultimately leading to a vague outline.

Which forces and organizations contributed to this situation? What technologies supported the entire process? Which individuals and past events are intertwined with this matter?

Ultimately, these combinations, when put together, are like providing alternatives to an open-ended question, transforming "infinite" possibilities into truly "quantifiable finite ones."

Even...

Now Fu Luo is very clear that after making these options, he doesn't even need to make his own choices or combinations, nor does he need to judge how to take the final step within this range.

This most crucial step... he can entrust to Lin Yu.

"Although I'm the 'Detective,' I'm actually doing the work of an assistant right now... But being Old Lin's assistant isn't bad, anyway, he's very capable."

Fu Luo spoke, he continued his analysis.

And just then...

"Whoosh--"

The sliding door of the teahouse was pushed open.

Fu Luo frowned slightly. "Didn't I say that no one should bother me?"

He looked up, and what he saw next...

She is a girl with Black Long Hair.

A loose-fitting light purple robe and a jade tassel hairpin.

And those fiery red, burning eyes.

"Sherlock... Do you think any of my servants would dare to stop me?"

Fu Luo stared at the newcomer, his expression frozen.

"The Nightless Sky Huo Le?!"