Alice's Hell (28) - I'm Going to End This Deduction Early

In this simulation, there is only one person who can silently enter the sculpture classroom in the enclosed corridor space without being discovered by Yu Xing.

However, it was not any of the strategists.

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Yu Xing, still lying on her back, turned her head to look at the source of the sound and indeed saw a shadow floating in the air, with a small shadow swaying back and forth in its hand.

It was the Sheqing Ghost Yi Qing with a fan.

"You're not unfamiliar with the deduction system, you should know what my 52% Personality Assimilation Degree means..." Yu Xing glanced at it and then looked away, staring wearily at a point in the void above, her voice calm and languid, "What gave you the illusion that I'm not insane?"

"I guess it's because you don't usually do anything immoral that I overlooked this..." Yi Qing floated onto his head, elegantly closed his fan, and used the fan ribs to lift Yu Xing's clothes.

Of course, he didn't mean anything by it; he just wanted to see what Yu Xing's "withered" body looked like.

The sections of bone had been re-covered by various tissues and meridians, with a thin layer of skin growing on the outermost layer. The knowledgeable Yi Qing gave a soft "Hmm?"

He could see that the flesh and blood were not growing wildly, but rather seemed to be reshaped according to some invisible template. In other words, no matter what kind of injury, Yu Xing's body would automatically grow back to its original shape, and there would never be any mistakes in growth that would cause bones to be joined together or deformed.

Moreover, just now, Yu Xing moved freely with his skeletal body without any muscle tissue capable of moving it, right?

This is unscientific; this is supernatural.

This body is no longer within the realm of humanity.

"So it seems your abilities aren't entirely what I initially thought. Hmm... that adds a bit of fun."

In fact, Yi Qing had arrived a few minutes earlier and had been hiding on the sidelines watching, enjoying how Yu Xing would get herself killed and how she would deal with the enemy members whose positions were somewhat contradictory.

As a result, Yu Xing's choice surprised him somewhat.

The outcome was predictable; his stance and past actions had already sealed the little girl's fate, making her death inevitable. What surprised him was the process.

Yu Xing was more sentimental than he had imagined.

It's not necessarily a bad thing... However, as a Sheqing Ghost experience far exceeding that of humans, Yi-qing knows that in an environment where death is a constant threat, being sentimental is not a beneficial quality for oneself.

The more sentimental a person is, the better they secretly treat others, but in the end, they bear all the pain themselves. You could say that being sentimental is being tolerant of others while being cruel to oneself.

He picked through Yu Xing's clothes. "I really can't believe it... He's clearly a guy with a mutation level of 52, yet he still retains these kinds of feelings. I have a question, I wonder if you could answer it for me?"

Yu Xing watched as Yi Qing's azure figure forcefully occupied his vision, but he didn't stop the other from being curious about his physical condition. Besides, listening to Yi Qing's literary and colloquial style of speaking, when he was tired, unexpectedly had a sense of calm, which helped him control his emotions. This was probably the foundation accumulated over thousands of years.

He then ignored Yiqing's behavior and lazily asked, "What's the question?"

Yi Qing opened her mouth, looked at Yu Xing's slightly closed eyes, her eyes flickered, and suddenly she didn't want to ask directly anymore, "... Never mind, it was just a whim, it's nothing, don't worry about it."

What he wanted to know was why Yu Xing expressed his kindness to others in a distant and even barbed way? It wasn't just about Han Xinyi, but also about what he had seen so far: his gloomy and aloof companion in the bar, and the Old Zhang family in the promotion simulation.

He clearly wanted to help, but he always described what he did as trivial and insignificant. You know, sometimes if you downplay it, others will think that he didn't do anything at all.

Over time, he put in a lot of effort, but no one else realized it.

Yi Qing put down Yu Xing's clothes, floated around the room a few times, feeling somewhat unhappy.

He always felt that Yu Xing and he had a lot in common: living a long life was one, liking interesting things was another, and being easygoing and composed was yet another.

However, he suddenly realized that Yu Xing actually had many concerns.

I don't know what they're worried about.

Good is good, and evil is evil. Even if Yu Xing is a ruthless killer, Yi Qing doesn't care as long as it's interesting. After all, he himself is not a kind person at all. Otherwise, he wouldn't have created those life-threatening Yugi and activities just to keep customers interested when running the bar.

For Yiqing, happiness is all that matters. As long as he's happy, he doesn't care what others go through.

Now, Yu Xing has concerns or not, she will definitely be unhappy.

He felt as if he were watching a close friend suffer a loss; he was somewhat anxious for the friend, yet constrained by the principle of "how can one know the fish's joy?"

When Yi Qing didn't deliberately conceal his presence, the crystals hanging from his cyan robes jingled crisply. As he spun his fifth circle, Yu Xing's voice was barely audible as she spoke softly, "Humans and ghosts are different. You are free to do as you please, but as long as I am human, I have my limits..."

Yi Qing stopped abruptly and looked at Yu Xing, only to find Yu Xing lying on the ground with her eyes closed, her black hair framing her face, her breathing even and peaceful. The answer she had just given, which seemed to have seen through Yi Qing's thoughts, appeared as if it had not come from this person's mouth.

He snapped the fan open and said in a calm voice, "I was overthinking it."

The answers to all the questions will be revealed sooner or later, as long as he remains in [The Sheqing Dreamscape].

He materialized, but his feet weren't on the ground; instead, they were suspended low, a few centimeters away from the messy blood on the ground.

How long will it take you to recover?

Yu Xing assessed her condition, opened her eyes, and propped herself up. "Three more minutes. By the way, where is Hysteria?"

The task he had given Yiqing was to find the hysteriac so that he could find out the gambler's whereabouts. Now that Yiqing has returned, he must have already found the person.

"He's in the library on the fourth floor. I doubt he'll leave anytime soon." Yi Qing sensed that Yu Xing had regained control of his mental instability after his resurrection and was back to how he usually appeared to others. "How about we go find him now? I heard on the radio that Alice has already been deployed. Do you have any plans for what to do next?"

"Yes, I've achieved all the goals I set out to initiate this simulation, and I've even had some unexpected gains."

The first objective was to kill Han Xinyi to prevent her from harming the criminal investigation team in reality.

The second objective was to use known clues to identify the higher-level members of Single Prism. Han Xinyi implicated Han Yan, so this objective has also been achieved.

An unexpected bonus was the concept of "regular sacrifices" and the understanding of the unknown sacrifices within his body.

"Just recently, I thought of a possibility to break the pattern and complete the deduction ahead of schedule. Now that I have obtained everything I wanted, it is time to finish the deduction." Yu Xing said this without feeling that anything was wrong.

But if others heard what he said, they would probably be dumbfounded for a long time.

End the simulation early? How early?

Is it really okay for you to say something like that with such a calm tone?

Yu Xing felt an itchy, aching pain all over his body, but he sat up as if it were nothing. He slowly stood up and said, "We'll go straight to the fourth-floor library to catch the madman. Now, let's see what useful things Han Xinyi left behind..."

His fingers were one of the first parts to recover. His pale fingers, with their distinct knuckles, reached out to Han Xinyi's body and grabbed at the fragments of the mask.