You Better Cooperate

Before Calodi could react, he had already followed Yu Xing's footsteps and walked to the side.

He was enveloped in the dim light of the oil lamp, and belatedly paused, as if he had just heard the man in front of him say that if they found the Mask Face, he would subconsciously feel a sense of belief.

Without even considering dissuading him, he went along.

That being said...

Calodi stared at Yu Xing's profile for a while, and inexplicably thought that something about this Yuri was off; he seemed a little different from before.

With a whole host of guesses in his mind, Calodi took a few steps and then asked, "What are you looking for?"

They were walking to the side, as if they already had a destination in mind.

"I told you, what if I find the Mask Face?" Yu Xing held the oil lamp, feeling the handle in his hand growing colder with each step.

After watching the farce unfold at the market for a while, he pretty much understood.

Mask Face was known as a serial killer in the market. No one could spot Mask Face in a crowd of people, and Mask Face consistently used the crowd as cover to kill without leaving a trace.

After seeing the doll-like version of Little Rosie at night and the chasing version of Grandma, Yu Xing didn't think the Mask Face wouldn't have some extraordinary abilities, such as being able to keep killing as long as they weren't found out, just like the werewolves in Werewolf.

Therefore, it can be deduced that as long as Mask Face is identified from the crowd, the killer's ability to kill will be greatly weakened, and he will no longer pose such a strong threat.

At least that's what Yu Xing thought, so he wasn't worried about anything going wrong and led Calodi straight to the location he sensed.

As they moved through the crowd, other people gradually turned their attention to them.

Whenever someone dies at the market, everyone is used to staying put to avoid being targeted by the assassin and becoming the next target. Therefore, the two people who kept pushing through the crowd were particularly conspicuous.

The handle of the oil lamp in Yu Xing's hand was still getting cold, like some kind of warning, telling him that with his movements, the probability of him being targeted by the Mask Face assassin was increasing.

But it's okay.

"I feel so cold." Calodi frowned behind him, lowering his voice to ask again, "What exactly do you want? If this continues, that person will find us."

Even with absolutely no confidence, Calodi remained composed, like an elite lawyer.

"There's enough time," Yu Xing replied. "He's right there."

He would pick them out of the crowd before the Mask Face noticed them and "killed" them using special methods.

Or perhaps the Mask Face had already noticed him and Calodi, but hadn't made a move simply because... the time hadn't come yet.

The cooldown period for the killing ability hasn't ended yet.

Therefore, this is the best time.

Once the crowd had been completely passed through, Yu Xing stopped.

His gaze, dimly lit by the oil lamp, carried a sense of incongruous detachment, mingling with the light as it lightly fell upon the person before him.

That wasn't just any tourist.

He was a potato vendor.

That person, like the others, wore a mask, and their body was shrouded in a large robe, making it seem as if their weight or fatness was lost within the robe.

The people around realized something was wrong and slowly backed away, making way for Yu Xing and the stall owner in a semi-circular space.

As Calodi watched from behind, an unexpected thought slowly surfaced in his mind. He suddenly realized that the stall owner, who clearly didn't resemble "Mask Face" at all, suddenly became similar to Mask Face in every way.

But...

Just as he was beginning to have doubts, the potato vendor looked up.

The stall owner asked in a hoarse, cold voice, "Want to buy potatoes?"

"Let's not buy potatoes, let's buy something else," Yu Xing said with a smile.

"I only sell potatoes," the stall owner said, his voice muffled and gloomy. "Go buy them somewhere else."

"That won't do. The things I want to buy are only available here." Yu Xing thoughtfully squatted down so that the stall owner wouldn't have to crane his neck to talk to him.

The stall owner fell silent.

Yu Xing said, "Your life, or why would you choose between Daisy and Calodi, which one would you sell?"

The stall owner began to tremble.

However, whether it was Yu Xing, who was closest, or Calodi, who was second closest, or the various tourists and other stall owners on the periphery who were paying attention to the commotion, they could all see that this trembling did not reveal fear, but rather seemed like excitement.

A frenzied, neurotic excitement tinged with terror.

Without answering Yu Xing's question, the stall owner stood up.

The instant he stood up, his robe billowed, and something fell out tilted to the ground, causing the hem of the robe to flutter open for a moment before being loosely covered again.

Then everyone saw that what fell out of the robe was a thin old man. The old man looked very old, and his body had shrunk to only two-thirds the size of a normal person.

A deep, bloody gash ran down the old man's neck, staining most of his clothes. The old man's eyes were wide open, filled with shock and fear.

Someone recognized him and exclaimed, "That's the old man who sold potatoes before!"

After he finished speaking, all was silent.

When people looked at the stall owner again, their gazes changed, because the facts were right in front of them: this "stall owner" had killed the original stall owner, an old man, and stuffed him into his outer robe, sitting next to the old man's corpse!

How perverted!

"Now we have the evidence." Yu Xing was the only one in the room who hadn't been affected at all. She blinked. "You stand up, are you trying to kill me... Mask Face?"

The Mask Face twisted his neck, his bones cracking. His identity had been exposed, and he seemed very unhappy. "You can't afford my life, but I want yours."

His voice also changed back to the one he had used in the hotel during the day, and Calodi was completely certain that this was the Mask Face.

No wonder the Mask Face and Daisy couldn't find each other every time he killed someone; they had the wrong target from the start.

They always assumed the Mask Face in the crowd was one of the tourists. Who would have thought that the stall owner selling things nearby could kill someone from such a distance?

The main reason is that they are unfamiliar with Mask Face's abilities at night. Mask Face is elusive and difficult to find at night, so they have never seen what Mask Face looks like at night. They only know that Mask Face is afraid of being identified.

But after looking at the Mask Face's current appearance, Calodi didn't see any fear in the other person. Two seconds later, he realized why.

Mask Face was afraid of Daisy. After being pointed out, he had no choice but to face Daisy directly. Daisy must have the power to restrain Mask Face. But now, the one who pointed out Mask Face's location was Yuri, a new, somewhat eerie but probably ordinary new tenant.

What should we do? The Mask Face will definitely Yuri...

"That's a really harsh thing to say. My life is worth far more than yours." Yu Xing curled his lip, interrupting Calodi's thoughts and the Mask Face's imposing manner. He asked righteously, "Do you know how many people have tried to kill me? Those who are much more powerful than you haven't succeeded, but you?"

"Tell me quickly why you killed Daisy!" Yu Xing said, annoyed. "I want the truth, can't you cooperate?"

The Mask Face man extended his hands from his robe and snapped his knuckles.

This was an act of intimidation, but the Mask Face felt something suddenly go empty and fall to the ground.

He looked down and saw that a severed finger belonged to him.

On his hand, where his index finger should have been, there was only a broken surface that hadn't yet bled; the cross-section of bone and flesh was clearly visible under the light of the oil lamp.

Mask Face: "..."

Only then did he realize that his finger had been severed.

Yu Xing: "Ah, your knife is on your belt."

As soon as he finished speaking, the onlookers saw the tall murderer, who had stood up, tremble and slowly, very slowly, be split in two at the waist.

But he's not dead yet.

------Aside------

Hmm... Happy Children's Day