The Name of Silence

The tables and chairs in the barbecue restaurant's dining hall had been hacked to pieces, and the place was covered in scraps of meat and severed limbs.

The frenzied leader was hard to deal with, leaving Little Heavenly Master and the assassin in a sorry state.

But both of them were giving it their all. Clearly, the fewer people who took part in killing the boss, the greater the reward might be.

Yu Xing watched for a while, then lost interest. He found a clean spot by the wall and sat down, lowering his head as if to doze.

Qu Xuanqing sat beside him, linked her arm through his, and leaned against his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" Yu Xing asked without opening his eyes.

"It's been so long since I've been able to rest like this in an investigation." Qu Xuanqing spoke softly. "Being a spectator is so much easier than being an actor."

Yu Xing said, "You're not wrong."

He caught the hand wandering over him and opened his eyes helplessly. "I meant, what are you feeling around for?"

"Ahem." Qu Xuanqing cleared her throat, stubbornly keeping her hand on Yu Xing's chest. "Even so, seeing your copy die still left me a little unsettled. It had your face and your personality, after all."

"I need to feel the one who's still alive to put my mind at ease."

As she spoke, she gave him a couple of squeezes. "See? The living one's so much springier. It's been ages since I got to squeeze you, haha."

Yu Xing: "..."

How had he forgotten? Qu Xuanqing's shell might have been cool and aloof, but the soul inside was anything but innocent. Even before she'd left his side, she'd already been corrupting Zhu Yan with dirty jokes.

Zhu Yan still