Rookie Tournament Begins
Yu Xing and Qu Xuanqing were both action-oriented. After deciding to go to Fuhua City, they each bought tickets for the next available flight to Fuhua City and then headed to the airport.
Neither of them had brought any luggage, planning to buy it when they arrived. After the plane took off, Yu Xing took out his phone to check the latest news in Fuhua City and, as expected, found recent cases.
With those who predict the Fallen Path present, this place can never be peaceful.
He used a search engine, which didn't show any valuable inside information. It only mentioned that there had been occasional incidents of young men having their throats slit on rainy nights in the city recently, and the police suspected it was all the work of the same person.
"Throat slitting..." Yu Xing's gaze darkened. He glanced at the weather forecast for Fuhua City. There had been more than a month of torrential rain. The rain came and went quickly. If each crime was committed in the rain, it meant that the criminal had planned it in advance and had control over his actions, rather than committing impulsive crimes due to a lack of consciousness.
People on the Fallen Path can be roughly divided into two types: one type cannot control their inner bloodlust and may eventually succumb to their urge to kill, randomly choosing a target to kill.
Another type is the highly intelligent criminal who plans meticulously and not only enjoys killing but also finds pleasure in toying with others.
When the strengths are roughly equal, the latter is much more difficult to deal with than the former.
Yu Xing revealed a faint smile, but her eyes were full of coldness.
After getting off the plane, the sky above Fuhua City was overcast, and the air was stuffy and oppressive.
This is a developing city. Although it is nominally a third-tier city, its economic strength and consumption level are steadily increasing, and the buildings along the streets in the city center are very beautiful.
Once inside the city, Yu Xing's perception of Ling Heng became clearer. Ling Heng was stationary, presumably having found a place to stay.
To facilitate their surveillance, Yu Xing took Qu Xuanqing to the same hotel where Ling Heng was staying. He stayed in the room directly below Ling Heng, while Qu Xuanqing, taking advantage of the fact that she had never met Ling Heng, brazenly stayed in the room next to him.
The two bought some basic necessities and clothes, and then began to spy on people with ill intentions.
For the next 30 days, Ling Heng didn't leave his room except to go to the restaurant for meals.
Just as Yu Xing had imagined, the members of Single Prism in Fuhua City were very cautious and did not come directly to see Ling Heng, probably waiting for an opportunity.
Qu Xuanqing didn't want to wait passively, so she took advantage of this time to visit several previous crime scenes.
She was highly capable, evading plainclothes police and surveillance, and meticulously reconstructing the identities of the deceased through conventional methods such as visiting neighbors, subtly inquiring, and investigating their social relationships.
Yu Xing spent a day and a half doing nothing, staying in the hotel eating, drinking, and sleeping every day, at most offering some remote advice to Qu Xuanqing when she went out to investigate.
Because Qu Xuanqing had offerings that would diminish his presence, while he did not.
Yu Xing estimated that with his current physical condition, he would be exhausted after checking half of it, and if the police, who were secretly monitoring him, found out, it would cause him a lot more trouble.
So he should just be a lazy bum who wins without lifting a finger.
Seventeen days have passed since the first victim with a slit throat was discovered, during which time several torrential rains have occurred, resulting in three more deaths.
The police were under great pressure and did not want to cause panic, so they kept a low profile in their investigation. Qu Xuanqing had no way of knowing the progress of the police investigation and could only start with the deceased.
On the evening of the 30th, Qu Xuanqing said to Yu Xing, "I'll send you the compiled materials later. You should focus on the Rookie Tournament after midnight."
The Rookie Tournament will start at midnight on the 31st. It will not take up real time. All viewers will be on the same streaming speed after confirming their viewing. If you choose to leave the live stream midway, you will not be able to rejoin.
Yu Xing was quite looking forward to the Rookie Tournament, after all, he had never done a deduction under the watchful eyes of many people before, and the thought of it was quite exciting.
Five minutes before midnight, Yu Xing received a system notification.
[The Rookie Tournament is about to begin, and we'll be entering the live stream room shortly. Are you ready?]
Yu Xing glanced at Qu Xuanqing was visiting his room.
It might be a common problem for women... Qu Xuanqing said that there were quite a few female strategists watching the live stream, and that he should take advantage of his strengths, dress up nicely, and he could get a lot of tips.
He was very dissatisfied with this.
With a face like his, does it even matter what he wears?
Then Qu Xuanqing ignored him.
"I'm in the Yugi now?" Yu Xing greeted her.
"Okay, I've also indicated that you can watch it now." Qu Xuanqing nodded and closed her eyes.
Yu Xing chose to enter.
Suddenly, darkness enveloped him, as if the whole world had been turned off.
Yu Xing immediately felt the surroundings become cold and cramped. He reached out and touched them, and found that there were metal walls behind him and on both sides.
He understood immediately, and when he touched it, sure enough, the top of his head was also metal.
He was like someone locked in a small box, like a commodity deprived of its sight and imprisoned.
"Why do I feel like the system is switching between reality and the simulation Yugi space more and more smoothly... Before, at least I was in a coma for a while, but now it's just a blink of an eye." Thinking to himself, Yu Xing reached forward.
Currently, only the area ahead hasn't reached its limit yet; it's obvious he should move forward.
After walking a dozen steps in the dark, Yu Xing overturned her initial imagination of this space.
This isn't a box, but a narrow corridor, with faint lights peeking through from afar.
He quickened his pace. At this point, they hadn't officially entered the Yugi yet. Qu Xuanqing had told him that before the Rookie Tournament officially started, each participant would have a "showcase" and preparation time.
Yu Xing drew closer to the light, he finally made out the source of the light.
It turned out to be a screen.
The screen reflected the surrounding environment; the corridor he was in was a dark green, only about one meter wide and two meters high.
For a man who is 185 cm tall, this place is too cramped, which can easily cause psychological panic and depression.
He stopped in front of the screen and observed it for a moment.
The screen was divided into three parts: a countdown timer at the top, lines of text displayed in the lower half, and the middle half...
Yu Xing as the barrage of comments kept popping up on the central part of the screen, which occupied the best spot.
[Here it comes, judging by the silhouette, it's a man.]
[Here it comes, it really is a guy. No fun, I'm going next door.]
[What an amazing face!]
[Wow, you look so calm, you're my type.]
[He read the comments, hahaha, hello there!]
[A pretty boy, disgusting]
[The person upstairs is so jealous!]
It seems the comments are real-time; this might be the only opportunity for the strategist to interact with the audience throughout the entire live stream.
The live chat was very active, and at first glance, they looked no different from ordinary viewers watching a live stream. It was hard to imagine that they were a group of Differentiation Tier analysts.