Confirming the New Life

"Submission successful." Heming had successfully submitted his hiding method.

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In another few minutes, they would have to hide in the bathtub. It was already filled with water, and the two of them would have to lie sideways inside. Heming actually felt a bit embarrassed...

Fortunately, Rie seemed relatively normal for the time being; at least she wasn't blushing, even though Heming had already told her how they would be hiding...

Heming was a very calm person. He could be said to feel absolutely no nervousness. If interpreted by Rie, it would be overconfidence, but to Heming himself, it seemed as if everything was under his control. He felt he could even guess where others would search first and where they would search next...

The time arrived, and the two of them hid in the water-filled bathtub...

In the water, Rie held onto Heming, pressing tightly against him, while Heming lay motionless. Perhaps he was wondering why Rie had suddenly become so bold...

"Heming, actually, I've wanted to tell you for a long time, but every single time, I couldn't bring myself to say it. Ever since my parents were murdered, I lost all my relatives. Although our family is large, they don't like girls. I've never attended any family gatherings, and I didn't have any friends. My life was accompanied only by my parents and the arcade. But, but ever since you appeared—from the time I saw you in the game—I felt as if I had seen my own kin. I love the feeling of being with you. Even though it hasn't been long, I feel like I've known you for a very, very long time. Then, so many things happened. After my parents died, I thought of you every single day. Really, I relied on thinking of you to get through every single day back then..."

"Now that I can live with you and fight alongside you, I feel so happy and blessed..."

Heming suddenly blushed, grabbed Rie, and said, "Enough, I know. The killers are coming; we'll talk about it later..."

Rie nodded and leaned in even closer...

Silence...

A few minutes later, the door was opened...

The killers entered the room, and at that moment, a holographic image with the killers as the targets appeared in the minds of Rie and Heming...

It was actually two killers together. As it turned out, it was exactly as Heming had envisioned. After entering the room, the killers closed the door and walked to the bedside. The two said something to each other; unfortunately, Heming and Rie could not hear what they were saying.

The first search target was under the bed. Sure enough, Heming and Rie watched as both of them looked under the bed, but to their disappointment, both shook their heads.

Just as he had predicted, the first search was under the bed. Heming was shocked in his heart...

Next, the two walked to the wardrobe and opened all the doors. Once again, disappointment befell them; their second search attempt failed. Would the remaining two be successful? Perhaps someone already knew everything.

Heming smiled faintly. He thought that next, the two would search the bathroom window, and finally, under the table.

Completely correct. Heming's thoughts were exactly the same as the two killers'. As soon as the two killers left the wardrobe, they walked straight into the bathroom and searched the window. Finding no one, they ran back to the living room to look under the table...

All four searches were exhausted. Heming had safely passed the first test. It was thrilling, though Heming did not show it, but one could guess that was what he was thinking.

The killers walked out of the room and closed the door. Heming and Rie stood up from the bathtub and looked at each other. Perhaps both of them had indeed pushed their courage to the limit just now.

"I want to take a shower, is that okay?" Rie took the initiative to ask.

Heming nodded, said "En," and walked out of the bathroom. He sat on the living room sofa, thinking about the scene that had just occurred. He began to feel strange, though he couldn't quite articulate where the strangeness lay...

Ah... no reaction? That's right... was it that he had no reaction?? A normal person should have had a reaction, yet he didn't... Why was that? ...The reason was the Pitch Black Heart Method...

Fortunately, he discovered it early. This wouldn't do; he would have to ask Zeng and Deng later... This was a very major matter...

At this moment, Rie was dousing herself with water. Just now, she had suddenly said everything... Would it make Heming feel confused? ...Oh no, he couldn't be distracted now...

The more Heming thought, the more depressed and annoyed he became. Eventually, he simply couldn't be bothered to think about it anymore; he would ask Zeng and Deng tomorrow and naturally find out. He took out his phone, but unfortunately, it couldn't be used here.

Based on the route the killers chose today, Heming became more and more certain of his ideas. The first time, the killers hadn't intended to definitely find someone; rather, they were testing the waters. If they didn't find anyone, they would use this situation to determine if the "sheep" was worth killing. This was the mindset of most people; they all thought about picking on the weak first.

Of course, there were also killers who did the opposite; they would specifically choose to search in more hidden places or places where normal people wouldn't hide. Such killers were often more dangerous...

Next, Heming had to consider how to "slaughter the sheep." According to the original plan, Heming had prepared to search the ceiling, the bathroom window, and the TV cabinet. However, it seemed he had to change his thinking. He had to consider both ends. If he chose only the most hidden places, he would inevitably catch the big ones but miss the small ones. Therefore, he replaced the bathroom window and the TV cabinet with under the table and behind the vanity; these two places were relatively more appropriate...

"Heming-kun..." Japanese. Rie hadn't spoken Japanese for a while...

"Ah! ...What is it?" Heming was still deep in thought and was suddenly startled by this Japanese sentence from Rie...

"That... can... can you help me scrub my back?..." Rie continued to say this in Japanese. She was truly bold...

"Ah... scrub your back..." Heming hadn't fully regained his senses and didn't even know what he had said.

"Is it really not okay? Heming-kun, towards me..." Rie's voice seemed to carry a hint of tears...

"Ah, no such thing. Wait a moment, I'm coming..." Heming seemed to have woken up. He gathered his courage, changed into a bathrobe, and opened the door to enter the bathroom.

Rie was sitting on a small stool next to the bathtub without any covering. Anyone who had lived in Japan knew that this was not a strange thing; it carried many profound meanings...

"Heming-kun, please sit behind me..." Rie seemed to be getting bolder and bolder...

Heming gave a light "En" and walked behind Rie to sit down. He picked up the towel from the basin and began to slowly scrub Rie's back...

"Heming-kun, I really want to know... how you feel about me... ah... that... how is it..." Rie could have said this directly, but she suddenly felt embarrassed and got stuck...

"Rie... I... I like you..." Heming actually spoke first. This was truly unimaginable...

"Ah... Heming-kun..." Rie suddenly turned around... and threw herself into Heming's arms...

"Submission successful." Heming had successfully submitted his killing method to the computer. He chose Room 3 on the 13th floor. 13 was a number many people disliked, so Heming wanted to use this idea to test it. A solo kill...

"Rie, rest a little longer, then we'll get ready to move," Heming reminded Rie, who was sleeping on the bed.

Rie lay on the bed. The madness from just a moment ago had left her very tired and struggling to move. En, fortunately, her current constitution...

Heming thought to himself, it wasn't that he had no reaction, it was just that his reaction was relatively slow. Perhaps he had a certain level of resistance; this might be a unique function of the Pitch Black Heart Method...

In the midst of the long wait, Heming lay half-propped on the bed, gently holding Rie...

Recalling what had happened in the bathroom just now, Heming felt embarrassed. Like dry tinder meeting fire, they had ignited at the slightest touch...

The first time... this was Heming's first time...

Rie was also experiencing this for the first time, which was why she had been so frantic...

When the time arrived, Heming and Rie donned their prepared night-traveler outfits and masks before heading out. Outside, many other assassins dressed just like them had already begun making their way toward their respective destinations.

Would Heming be able to accurately calculate the opponent's intentions this time?

All of this remained an unknown variable...