Why Act So Shameless?

Julong Residential Area.

Ling Heng washed the blood from between his fingers under the tap and looked up at himself in the mirror.

The person in the mirror looked a bit more haggard than usual, with a few stubble sprouting on his chin. He touched it with his thumb, hesitated for a minute, and finally picked up the razor and shaved off the stubble.

Today... might be the day Chen Jiu returns.

Although he wanted to show Chen Jiu his haggard appearance to avoid being accused of being heartless, he still wanted to greet Chen Jiu's return in his best possible light.

He shaved, walked out of the bathroom, and pushed open the bedroom door.

This bedroom—it had been emptied of its original contents, and now only a pile of seemingly complex-looking utensils remained.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut, and although it was daytime, the room was dark, with only one small light on.

The containers held unknown liquids or solids, the test tubes were colorful, and the test cups were bubbling. They were connected by glass tubes, and together they looked like a huge monster.

In the very end, as a glass of mesmerizing, deep blue liquid was just formed, Ling Heng calmly took the glass away and took a deep breath.

Five days ago, he and Chen Jiu lost in the simulation.

Out of jealousy, Chen Jiu killed a female colleague who had harassed him at work, and as a result, the two were dragged into a hastily created Yugi.

Then they underestimated a man with Persona Mask named "Xing," and Chen Jiu lost and died.

At the moment Chen Jiu was killed by the system, he used his sacrificial ability to preserve a fragment of Chen Jiu's soul. In the past few days, he has been preparing a ritual to fill the soul.

This ritual was told to him by a senior member of the Single Prism.

Ling Heng found a calligraphy brush, dipped it in a dark blue liquid as ink, and drew a circle on the white wall.

The patterns within the circle continued to improve, progressing towards an array. After more than half an hour, Ling Heng pursed his lips and drew the final stroke.

The lights in the room suddenly flickered, and a cold wind, seemingly from nowhere, swept across the back of Ling Heng's neck. The temperature in the room plummeted, and at that moment, Ling Heng almost froze.

His breath even carried a bit of white mist.

The azure array emitted a faint glow, then suddenly turned blood red, and a bloody smell permeated the air. As a biologist, Ling Heng had dissected countless things in his daily life, so he was used to this smell. He simply watched the array with a slight tension, hoping it would succeed.

However, the stench of blood gradually intensified, only to quietly fade away in a moment.

Ling Heng's mood plummeted.

This means the attempt failed.

He was indeed pushing himself too hard. Perhaps... he should go to Fuhua City and ask that senior for help.

Although he didn't know if his senior was willing or had the time, as far as he knew, his senior had recently made a big move in Fuhua City.

Serial murder case.

He sighed, booked a flight to Fuhua City that afternoon on his phone, and rubbed his temples.

He wanted his dramatic, irritating girlfriend, who was prone to killing people at the slightest provocation, back in his life.

The woman was slender and tall, with long black hair tied up at the back of her head, resembling an ink-black wolf hair brush, reaching down to her thighs.

She wore a thin trench coat, and sunglasses covered half of her small face, revealing only her high nose bridge and lips painted with maple leaf red lipstick.

This is a naturally smiling mouth; even without any emotion, the corners of the lips are slightly upturned, giving the illusion that one is always smiling.

If you ignore the cold look in the dark eyes behind the sunglasses, this illusion would probably be even stronger.

The woman, wearing high-heeled ankle boots, walked briskly down the hallway. After reaching the fourth floor, she stopped in front of the door on the left and knocked on it with her fingers.

The door was quickly opened, and Yu Xing appeared behind it with his outrageously handsome face. His hair was still a bit messy, and he was wearing pajamas and shorts with the buttons undone and the collar wide open, clearly indicating that he had just gotten out of bed.

Upon seeing the woman, he smiled in a good mood, "Hey, you're here pretty early!"

The woman took off her sunglasses, revealing a face of pure beauty. But strangely, while such a pure appearance shouldn't be aggressive, especially with her smiling lips, she exuded an aura more menacing than coldness.

Just as Zhao Yijiu is an iceberg, a walking, breathing refrigerant, this woman is like a frozen river of blood, the stench of blood hidden beneath her skin. It's difficult to define her unless you've met many people.

"Nine o'clock, it's getting late." The woman's tone was cool, yet familiar. After Yu Xing stepped aside to make way, she strode into Yu Xing's apartment.

"Ah--" Yu Xing yawned, pointed to the sofa in the living room and said to the woman, "Xiao Ququ, please sit wherever you like. I'll go change into something less seductive..."

"Can't you have any shame?" The woman raised an eyebrow, narrowing her eyes as she provocatively sized up Yu Xing. "Don't you even know how old you are? To me, you're an old monster who should be buried long ago. What makes you think you can seduce me?"

"Of course I care about my reputation. Why wouldn't I care about my good looks? Don't be so unyielding first thing in the morning. Who upset you?" Yu Xing said as she walked into the bedroom, half-closing the door, and changed into a more casual outfit.

His voice reached the woman's ears through the door. She smirked, "You're the one who caused this. I've told you so many times not to call me 'little cricket,' it sounds like some kind of insect."

"Okay~ Qu Xuanqing, I'll call you by your full name, alright?" Yu Xing came out, then went to the restroom to wash her face and tidy her hair.

Qu Xuanqing leaned back on the sofa, placed the paper bag she was carrying on the coffee table, Yu Xing, after tidying herself up, sat down on the small single sofa next to her and asked, "What's this?"

"Breakfast." Qu Xuanqing's cold tone didn't sound like she was talking about something as heartwarming as bringing breakfast for Yu Xing; it was more like she was telling a stranger—"Get lost."

"Oh, it's already an honor that the fearsome female demon of the deduction world took time out of her busy schedule to come see me. It's enough that you came; why bring breakfast? I'd feel so embarrassed." As she said this, Yu Xing naturally opened the paper bag, without showing the slightest bit of embarrassment.

"That'll be twenty-five yuan in total." Qu Xuanqing leaned back lazily.

Yu Xing: "Oh, you're really not cute."

Actually, he wasn't wrong about one thing: in the minds of most strategists, Qu Xuanqing was a ruthless character who especially liked playing Combat Type strategies. In the past, he could have stopped a child from crying at night.

Like Yu Xing, she also resides in Mijin City. Therefore, after Yu Xing confirmed her participation in the End-of-Month Newcomer Tournament yesterday, she invited Qu Xuanqing over to inquire about the Rookie Tournament, live streaming, and other related matters.

After all, Qu Xuanqing was the person Yu Xing knew best, with the highest level of deduction and the easiest to get along with.

Most importantly, Qu Xuanqing knows some of Yu Xing's situation and they have a relationship, so she is a very reliable person. He can summarize what has happened during this period with her. After all, before he became a diviner, all the information about divination was leaked to him by Qu Xuanqing in a way that did not violate the rules.