"Yu Xing's Memorial Tablet"

"You went down to collect pearls, huh?" Yu Xing. His deep blue eyes swept over them, the outer rim of his pupils faintly revealing an icy hue, and his vision suddenly changed.

Under their gaze, the beautiful, exquisite pearl suddenly developed a pupil, with wisps of red blood vessels appearing around it.

Her pupils moved, and she was... quietly gazing at him.

Yu Xing: "Alas."

Yi Qing: "Huh?"

The human and the ghost spoke at the same time.

Yu Xing: "What the hell is this thing?"

Yiqing: "What extra function do your eyes have?"

"..."

Yi Qing decided to answer first, "This sea is too deathly. It just so happens that a burial ground has formed around Dead Silent Island, and this pearl was born in the burial ground. The oyster that gave birth to it transformed into an eyelid... so it is naturally an eyeball. I call it 'Having Eyes,' isn't that a nice name?"

Yu Xing thought for a moment and immediately praised, "I still need your help with naming. What's the use of this thing then?"

"For ghosts like us, it's a great tonic." Yi Qing finally smiled again, clearly pleased with the topic. "Once I absorb it, or make it into a pendant to wear constantly and nurture it for a while, I can more than make up for today's losses."

That's good. Yiqing is always so reliable that she doesn't make others worry. She can take good care of herself.

Yu Xing withdrew his unusual perspective and saw Yi Qing looking extremely excited, as if he wanted to gouge out Yi Qing's eyes and compare them with the pearl in his hand.

They seem very curious.

"... This was something I accidentally created after fusing with the power of the curse. Protecting my eyesight starts with me." Yu Xing shrugged. "Anyway, something's better than nothing. It's just that I'm not used to this color."

He personally prefers black eyes.

Yi Qing nodded thoughtfully. "But it's very beautiful, suitable to be dug up and passed down as a family heirloom. Carlos's green eyes are also..."

Yu Xing glanced at him. "Your own eyes are still blue, why don't you gouge them out and admire them yourself?"

Yi Qing blinked, pretending not to hear.

He coughed twice, clutching his chest, his face growing even paler, and his voice suddenly weakened. "A wounded person can't withstand verbal abuse. I advise you to be kinder to me."

"Then you should go inside the dagger to recuperate; you'll recover faster, how about that?" Yu Xing wasn't buying it.

"Then forget it. I've finally waited for you, leaving me alone again would be torture." Yi Qing shook her head decisively. "I'm going to follow you wherever you plan to go back."

I really don't know how this guy managed to live in a coffin, lying there alone with his corpse for so many years.

Yu Xing was just bluffing. His next plan was to find all his offerings on the Dead Silent Island, and if he found any offerings left behind by others, he would take them with him.

He is different from the deducers who were teleported away by the system.

The system has limitations, so the deducers can't take away offerings that don't belong to them. But now he's free, so he can take away not only offerings, but even bricks from Dead Silent Island if he wants.

Once you've collected most of the items, teleport back to the hotel world and have Calodi build a teleportation array to reality.

If Yiqing didn't want to stay inside the dagger, she could just go to the hotel with them. Anyway, the hotel was full of strange-looking people, and the owner, Daisy, was knowledgeable and experienced. Taking in one more temporary guest wouldn't be a problem.

Yu Xing explained the next steps to Yi Qing, who was naturally overjoyed; nothing could be happier than receiving news of a way to leave.

The following day, Yu Xing searched everywhere in the ruins.

He first retrieved the acting qualification certificate from the school ruins, which Zhao Mou had indeed not taken away, and pondered for a while while gazing at the school ruins.

Dead Silent Island is destroyed, the school instance is gone, so where did that class that kept reincarnating go?

There was a boy who had endured years of bullying alone, and a girl who had just woken up full of energy.

If schools are like hotels, then that class should have returned to its original world.

Yu Xing wasn't sure either. After pondering it to himself for a while, he chuckled softly, turned around, and left.

In another pile of ruins not far away, he sensed a somewhat familiar offering, bearing Zhao Mou's aura. It seemed to be Zhao Mou's fox-shaped cane?

Long after several worlds had passed

The real world.

The spring chill lingered, and the February wind was biting cold. A pair of hands lifted the flowerpots on the balcony and carried them inside, as if afraid that the delicate plants would freeze to death in the wind.

The man, around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, had a handsome face. A pair of refined glasses perched on his nose softened his sharp features, and his bangs were casually swept back, diluting his original elite air and instead revealing a touch of domestic ease.

"Knock knock knock."

Someone knocked on the door.

The man bent down and placed the flowerpot on the floor in the corner of the living room, gently stroking the leaves with his fingers, then got up and opened the door.

A handsome young man stood outside the door, seemingly quite sensitive to the cold, with a fluffy cashmere scarf around his neck. Seeing the door open, he smiled and called out in a clear voice, "Good afternoon, Brother Zhao!"

"Zhang Yu." Zhao Mou's tone showed little surprise, as if he already knew who was standing outside. He called the name gently, completely concealing his cunning, fox-like nature.

He smiled and looked at Zhang Yu: "Is there something you need?"

"Ah, it's nothing, it's nothing. Ranran made some dumplings and was thinking of bringing some for you." The young man scratched his head, grinned, picked up the packaged dumplings, and said, half sincerely and half boastfully, "They're delicious."

"Please thank Zeng Ranran for me." Zhao Mou nodded politely, took the bag of dumplings, and casually asked, "Is there any for your Sister Qu?"

"Isn't Sister Qu out of town?! She's back?" Zhang Yu asked in surprise. "Oh no, we didn't make any for her, only for you and Brother Zhao. Hey... isn't Brother Zhao here?"

"Yes, he and Carlos are doing some deduction." Zhao Mou glanced down at the dumplings and smiled. "But your Sister Qu will be back soon, so she can finish A Jiu's portion."

After chatting casually with Zhang Yu for a few more minutes, Zhang Yu went back to the floor below where he lived.

Zhang Yu and Zeng Ranran are a young couple that Yu Xing and Qu Xuanqing brought back from Fuhua City. They barely spoke to each other when they first arrived, but they have grown up quite a bit now.

Zhao Mou sighed for a while, then closed the door and walked straight to the cabinet in the living room.

The countertop of the cabinet was spotless, with only a memorial tablet on it, and a small incense burner in front of it.

No matter who you are, anyone who enters the living room can see this memorial tablet at a glance; it's very conspicuous.

The memorial tablet was crudely made, with only a few words engraved on it.

[Where did that Yu Xing go? Memorial Tombstone]

The incense burner contained no incense; instead, it was used as a sugar jar, filled with a handful of star-shaped candies.

Even Zhao Yijiu usually likes to casually pick one up and eat it for fun, and Carlos, who often comes to their room to play, does the same.

Zhao Mou took a piece of candy, unwrapped it, and ate it. He then placed the dumpling in front of the memorial tablet and smiled at it, saying, "Tsk, just in time to commemorate your first anniversary. Tonight, I'm having dumplings with Qu, so there won't be any for you."

He had gotten into the habit of muttering to himself to this small sign, modeled after a memorial tablet, whenever he had a spare moment.

At first, I was angry that the other party had promised to return in two months but had not done so. A vague sense of fear and worry quietly sprouted and grew in my heart.

Later, Zhao Yijiu coldly said, "If he doesn't come back, just consider him dead. Let's erect a monument to commemorate him."

Qu Xuanqing was quite something; that very day he actually brought back a crudely made little memorial tablet, jokingly saying, "Let's put it in the most conspicuous place, and we'll pray to it every day, so that Yu Xing can feel everyone's resentment."

So after Carlos's "magical" transformation, the little spirit tablet became an interactive decorative item.

"Hey, when are you planning to come back? You're such a hands-off manager. If this keeps up, I'm going to disband Broken Mirror." Zhao Mou flicked the spirit tablet, his tone sarcastic.

The moment he withdrew his hand, the memorial tablet fell over.

Zhao Mou: "...?"

Staged accident?

Wait a minute...

He remembered Carlos saying that the memorial tablet would never fall over no matter how much it was pushed, except Yu Xing returned, at which point it would fall over with a "thud," attempting to destroy this evidence of his crime.

Zhao Mou stood up straight instantly, took out a spirit tablet, and began to perform divination.

The divination lines made his eyes slowly brighten, but when he saw the final result, he raised an eyebrow in surprise.

The divination indicates that Yu Xing most likely indeed returned to their side.

However, his exact location now is "near his loved ones," meaning he is near the person closest to the diviner Zhao Mou.

His closest relative was Zhao Yijiu, his younger brother.

The problem is... Zhao Yijiu is currently in a deduction Yugi.

Zhao Mou fell into deep thought.

Could it be that Yu Xing has directly entered the deduction space where A Jiu is currently located!?

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

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