The Second Chapter: How Could Any Deductionist Not Be a Pervert?

"It's been a long time, my dear captain."

A strange smile appeared on Zhao Mou's lips, and a gleaming white light reflected from his glasses.

That look in his eyes was like that of a deranged Doctor who had seen the most suitable corpse for dissection.

That's a bit of an exaggeration.

However, Yu Xing could indeed sense Zhao Mou's desire to kill him—she could sense it even without the red string.

The resentment, like that of a corporate slave, has almost become tangible, and this resentment is particularly evident in Zhao Mou.

Sitting at the dining table, Zhao Yijiu was furthest from the sofa. He didn't seem to be waiting for the food; rather, it was as if he had deliberately chosen the furthest spot to observe silently and coldly.

A few days later, Zhao Yijiu changed her clothes, but the collar around her neck was still there. The metallic reflection and the reflection on Zhao Mou's glasses complemented each other, both exuding the same coldness.

On the contrary, Zhao Yijiu himself seemed very gentle. His clothes were loose, his hair was wet, and he had a towel draped over his shoulders, as if he had just taken a shower and had rushed over to wait for him since hearing the news that he was coming back.

Aside from having a more tense expression than usual, he was visibly unhappy.

Yu Xing was wondering how unhappy he was, another figure sank in beside him and sat down on the sofa, very close to him.

A slender arm wrapped around Yu Xing's arm, and a soft touch came close. Yu Xing felt a shiver down her spine and turned her gaze away from Zhao Yijiu. She turned her head and saw Qu Xuanqing standing right in front of her.

Qu Xuanqing's smiling lips made her appear to always be smiling, but this time it wasn't an illusion; she was genuinely smiling.

With her eyes crinkled into a smile, she deliberately raised her voice, giving her naturally indifferent tone a strangely sweet quality. "So you like married women. No wonder you haven't had a girlfriend all these years; you were afraid of being found out—"

Yu Xing listened as if she had seen a ghost. "???"

A click sounded from a phone taking a picture, followed by a blue-haired guy's arrogant laughter. "Hahahaha... I'm dying of laughter! I've already captured his expression in a photo, it's so rare, so incredibly rare!"

Only Carlos could still laugh at this moment.

Yu Xing felt that there were no normal people around. Even though he had left the instance, it felt like he was still inside it.

Everyone's acting so strangely.

What's even more terrifying is that each person's bizarre reason is different, leaving him no way to defend himself.

Zhang Yu and Zeng Ranran weren't there. Zhang Yu had just finished the dungeon, and the young couple were probably busy being affectionate in their own house and didn't have time to pay attention to him.

Yu Xing managed to utter, "I didn't, I didn't! Xiao Ququ, let go of me! Stop rubbing against me!"

Zhao Yijiu let out a "hiss".

Carlos, always eager for drama, noticed Yu Xing's ears were slightly red and, with a cheeky grin, jumped over, leaned against the back of the sofa, and nudged her in. "Oh, oh, oh, why are you being so innocent now? You seemed like such a pro in the dungeon!"

Yu Xing really wanted to kick him.

At this moment, Zhao Mou walked over, first pushing Carlos's head away, then gently removing Qu Xuanqing's arm, and then grabbing Yu Xing's collar, laughing and gritting his teeth at the same time, "Veteran or novice, it doesn't matter, let's settle the score first."

"You disappeared for a year, leaving me with so much to do, and when you came out, you even told me not to rush on the phone?"

"You're driving A Jiu crazy, and you're still so arrogant?"

He was probably referring to the phone call Yu Xing made when she was confused in the snow mountain scenic area.

"Yu Xing, you've finally fallen into my hands." The old fox's eyes gleamed with a strange light.

Zhao Mou's Combat Power was close to zero in Yu Xing's eyes, but at this moment he didn't dare to move at all.

Compared to other issues, Zhao Mou was simply kind and endearing. He would rather Zhao Mou take him to another room for a private talk, giving him some time to think about what the others were saying in a sarcastic tone.

But he failed, because Qu Xuanqing pestered him again, revealing the same amusing nature as Carlos in his eyes.

The witch didn't care at all about what other people were having fun.

But this is Yu Xing!

Qu Xuanqing clung to Yu Xing's arm, secretly peeking to observe Yu Xing's expression, and also teased him with words, but this time she didn't use a high-pitched voice. "You must be tired after just getting back? Your clothes don't feel very comfortable, why don't you change into something else?"

She pulled out a short-sleeved shirt from Yu Xing's wardrobe from somewhere and asked jokingly, "Want to change here? I'll help you change?"

Yu Xing put on a coffin-like face.

He realized that the more flustered he appeared, the more excited these people became—it was truly perverted.

As the saying goes, "The more debts you have, the less you worry." Since he couldn't quickly resolve the issues that everyone cared about, Yu Xing decided to give up.

He just let Zhao Mou pull on his collar, Qu Xuanqing her arms, and then leaned back on the sofa.

He exuded an air of utter laziness.

This left the others stunned.

There's no way around it; Yu Xing is just too multifaceted. The more spirited and confident he is during his deductions, the more distant he becomes.

Others will look up to and admire them.

But in life, just like now.

He leaned back on the sofa without any resistance, looking like he was ready to lie down and do whatever he wanted.

On the contrary, it can be exciting.

Incidentally, Yu Xing also glanced at Qu Xuanqing: "Weren't you supposed to help me change clothes here? Take your clothes off however you like."

It's just a top.

If he can strip down during a simulation, he certainly won't hesitate to strip down in front of his teammates. It's not like he has a precious body that he can't show off.

Qu Xuanqing was raised by him since childhood and had met him many times.

Qu Xuanqing's eyes twitched, and she pretended to tug at the hem of his clothes, as if to say—

I really took it all off!

If you don't resist, I'm really going to take it off!

Yu Xing chuckled inwardly; he saw right through that little brat.

"This is boring." Sure enough, Qu Xuanqing sighed quickly and threw the short-sleeved shirt at Yu Xing. "I can only tease you occasionally, how come you reacted so quickly?"

Yu Xing didn't answer, simply lay down like a corpse, even closing his eyes and pretending to be dead.

The next second, he sensed a presence rapidly approaching. Before Yu Xing could even open his eyes, he felt his clothes being lifted up.

A cold, icy aura enveloped him, and a gloomy voice rang out at the same time. As Yu Xing opened his eyes in astonishment, Zhao Yijiu pursed her lips, grabbed his arm and lifted it up, quickly pulled off his clothes, and then pulled the short-sleeved shirt over his head.

"Hey, hey, hey..." Yu Xing blushed a little. He struggled to peek his head out of his collar and softened his tone helplessly, "It can't be that bad, can it? It's not that it's impossible, but having a bunch of you watching me change clothes really makes me look like a pervert."

"Heh, what strategist isn't a bit twisted?" Zhao Mou had already released him, enjoying Yu Xing's moment of vulnerability, and felt his mood improve dramatically.

He adjusted his glasses and smirked, "Everyone who acts recklessly must bear the consequences they deserve."

Yu Xing's heart skipped a beat.

On the surface, Zhao Mou seemed to be saying that the scene he acted out with Mingzhu in the live simulation went too far, causing the team members to develop this perverse pleasure of messing with him. Qu Xuanqing even seemed to have discovered a new continent and was enthusiastically conducting research on it.

But in reality, he heard something else in it.

Zhao Mou... seemed to be giving him a warning about the scenario where he recklessly used his abilities in the final simulation, resulting in death and resurrection.

Yi Qing came out with him, so she definitely didn't have time to tell Zhao Mou about how he almost lost control.

That is, Zhao Mou deduced what he had done from the almost fragmented footage of his personal live stream later on.

Then, in a joking tone, he gave him a very serious warning.

This is wrong, and there will be consequences.

Yu Xing had no doubt that the little fox was intelligent enough to draw such a precise conclusion. He began to think about how to put Zhao Mou's mind at ease.

He is too special, danger is always with him, self-harm is also a way of fighting, and getting injured is inevitable.

His teammates' concern was well-intentioned, but he...

He couldn't reciprocate this concern, and often had to resort to white lies, such as "It definitely won't happen next time" or "I'm completely confident that it won't come to that point," to reassure his teammates.

Usually, by the time his teammates see what's wrong with him, the incident is already over.

He could reappear before them completely intact and clean, pretending that he hadn't done anything.

However, Zhao Mou was too clever; he could even predict Zhao Mou's actions before Zhao Mou could utter a lie.

Yu Xing's well-intentioned pretense is completely exposed by someone of this level of intelligence.

He was somewhat helpless, and in that brief moment, he nodded to Zhao Mou, while simultaneously pleading for mercy with his eyes—

Keep this to yourself, don't tell anyone else.

Zhao Mou chuckled, responding to his earlier remark, "You've finally fallen into my hands."

Carlos, whether he noticed the exchange between the two or not, was repeating, "What psychic isn't a bit twisted?"

Qu Xuanqing nodded, agreeing, "I am a pervert."

Zhao Yijiu: "..."

He couldn't bring himself to say it.

But he then cast a complicated look at Yu Xing, whose disheveled appearance was actually different from what he had predicted.

They're all men, so taking off their shirts is normal. It wasn't like that at all on the live stream screen. What shocked him most was Yu Xing's proactive yet ambiguous expression.

Seeing Yu Xing and obediently put on a new short-sleeved shirt, covering his taut abs, Zhao Yijiu realized what he had done after drinking.

Qu Xuanqing was teasing Yu Xing, but Yu Xing put it into action.

He seems to be a pervert too.

Zhao Yijiu gained a new understanding of herself, but her expression remained unchanged.

So what if he's a pervert? What deducer isn't a pervert?

His gaze put some pressure on Yu Xing chuckled dryly, "Brother Jiu, you've been corrupted too."

"No," Zhao Yijiu denied decisively, pulling out an unopened can of cola she'd taken from the table, and said coldly, "Drink."

He pretended to be delivering Coke, and taking off his clothes was just a side effect.

Yu Xing took the Coke, quickly opened the cap, and tilted her head back, as if afraid that one of them would say on Zhao Mou's behalf, "A person who has been missing for a year, who usually leaves all the messes to us, does he even deserve to drink Coke?"

They really are capable of doing it.

Carlos's laughter was like a buzzing mosquito, and most importantly, like a mosquito, it was impossible to kill.

"It's really hilarious, Captain. You have no idea how much you want to bully people when you're showing weakness. Like, you've done so many bad things, and now that one of you is in trouble, everyone else is backstabbing you?" The Magician was definitely the first to kick someone when they're down. He even handed his phone to Yu Xing.

The phone showed a snapshot he had just taken of Yu Xing. The moment Qu Xuanqing teased her, Yu Xing's eyes widened slightly, and she tilted her head back, her face clearly saying, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Carlos only dared to take one picture.

The phone was ostensibly being handed over to let Yu Xing experience social death up close, but in reality, it was giving Yu Xing the opportunity to delete the photos.

In Carlos's mind, given such a good opportunity, Yu Xing would definitely delete the photos and destroy the evidence with lightning speed, and then turn around and provoke him.

He's thought it all out.

But Yu Xing did not.

Yu Xing glanced at the photo, then closed her eyes briefly, suppressing her emotions. "Take it."

Carlos's pupils trembled.

No way, no way, could this guy have really suffered some kind of shock during the time the live stream went black, and gone mentally unstable?

How could someone as clever as Yu Xing not understand the way he was offering her a way out? She didn't even delete it!

Oh no! The captain's gone awry! This world is about to end! Where's Doctor who can check Yu Xing's brain?

Yu Xing what Carlos was imagining, Yu Xing waved her phone away and announced before Zhao Mou could speak again, "I brought back the tickets."

Zhao Mou's words caught in his throat, his wicked expression softened slightly, and he opened his mouth again—

Yu Xing: "Two."

Zhao Mou immediately shut up.

Two seconds later, he asked, bewildered, "What did you say you brought back? Tickets, two of them?"

The reward for the top scorer in Nanshui Town is a ticket. Everyone knows this, although most people don't know what the ticket is for. However, for those who have already come into contact with the concept of Yin Yang City, the ticket is something they are eager to obtain.

Because the rankings weren't released, many viewers are still making a fuss in the comments section, and nobody knows who ended up with the tickets.

Zhao Mou didn't know the final outcome, but he thought that Yu Xing had a good chance of winning back a ticket in the competition between Medusa and Yan Li.

After all, this is Yu Xing.

But two?

Regardless of how this was obtained, let's just consider this point: in the minds of all those who have come into contact with Yin Yang City, a single instance can only generate one ticket at most.

Because it was a gift from an evil god, and within a small area, it's impossible for two evil god clones of sufficient height to grant tickets to exist simultaneously.

Evil gods will not coexist peacefully. If there were two beings of that level, they would have already started fighting, and the area where the dungeon is located would probably have become a wasteland.

How could two tickets possibly be generated in the same instance, and even end up being given to the same person?

Zhao Mou could have imagined that the system was also an evil god.

But he watched it from beginning to end, catching up on all the segments that were available in the live stream. He was able to deduce that the boss of this dungeon was a clone of Qianjie, and that it was an enemy of the system.

That means that in this simulation, the person performing the simulation, as the active attacker, is causing trouble for Qianjie's clone.

The system cannot guarantee that the Qianjie clone will provide the ticket, so the ticket for the Nanshui Town exploration instance should be provided by the system itself.

So whose is the other ticket?

Is it really a clone of Qianjie?

Zhao Mou thought quickly and, in a moment of kindness, pulled Yu Xing out of the encirclement.

"We can talk about other things later, Captain, come with me."

He dragged Yu Xing out the door and headed to the next room.

Yu Xing chuckled inwardly.

Okay, okay.

When he had nothing else to do, he acted like a devil who was about to torment him. But when he found out that he had brought back two tickets, he immediately called him the team leader.

Behind him, Zhao Yijiu reached out her hand, seemingly wanting to keep him there, before realizing that Zhao Mou wanted to discuss serious matters with him.

He watched as Yu Xing was led away, still carrying that can of cola. When Yu Xing couldn't see him, his tense expression softened quietly.

Seeing that the live stream of the Nanshui Town instance had ended, he went to the living room to wait for someone without even drying his hair.

After waiting for a long time, Yu Xing still didn't reply.

The water droplets on his head had become icy cold, slowly seeping into the towel.

Only then did he take the towel off and begin to carefully dry his hair.

Zhao Mou said that you must dry your hair after taking a shower, otherwise you will catch a cold.

Although Zhao Yijiu felt she would never catch a cold.

But he wiped it very carefully.