On their first night back in reality, the Broken Mirror Squad had no time to pay much attention to the chatter on the Deductionists' Forum.
Zhao Mou smoothly brushed off the major guilds that came asking about the River Haunt's vessel—the little clay figure—and then went over the other dungeons again, looking for anything noteworthy that had happened while he was away.
For instance, two more tickets had appeared.
One had been hidden in a rather obscure folk-custom dungeon and was claimed by Xu Shu of the Xu family. The dungeon containing the other had also drawn plenty of attention, but its eventual whereabouts had become a mystery.
For some unknown reason, many Fallen Path deductionists had appeared in that dungeon. After ruthlessly slaughtering one another, five survivors had somehow ended up working together. The most popular theory was that they had been a team all along, members of the mysterious Fallen Path organization, Single Prism.
If one of them had obtained the ticket, it would probably end up with Lingren anyway. If there were tickets to spare, Lingren would redistribute them.
Whenever Zhao Mou thought about it, his temples throbbed.
What a pain in the ass. Fucking Single Prism. Fucking Lingren. Yin Yang City was dangerous enough as it was. Then they'd have to deal with those antisocial idiots, too. And the Broken Mirror Squad would absolutely be Single Prism's primary target. No noble cause, just personal grudges.
And speaking of that...
Zhao Mou lifted his head from the sea of information and glanced around the dim room before getting up to turn on the desk lamp.
He sent Zhao Yijiu a message: "Is Yu Xing doing okay?"
Next door, Zhao Yijiu was eating the late-night snack Zhang Yu had sent to the group.
His phone chimed softly.