Perfect Plan

The bathroom lights were pale and harsh.

Lin Mo did not enter a stall. Beside him, another identical silhouette of Lin Mo gradually grew more distinct.

Meanwhile, the original Lin Mo who had entered the bathroom eventually dissolved into specks of faint light, silently merging into the other body.

The main body had completed its task, so the clone was naturally recalled.

Making the gun jam, giving Qin Yu aimbot and wallhacks—

These were all things Lin Mo had personally manipulated while by Qin Yu’s side.

With the situation resolved, the main body naturally returned.

Lin Mo straightened his clothes and walked out of the bathroom.

Huang Zhirong and Xu Haoming were staring intently in the direction of the experimental school, their faces pale from the gunshots that had just rung out, their shoulders trembling uncontrollably.

As for Lin Mo, who had gone to the bathroom twice in such a short time—

They simply assumed he was too nervous, not that his body was failing him.

Lin Mo pretended to look at the school with concern.

But he already knew—the armed intruders inside had all been subdued.

No students were harmed, and the attackers hadn’t even had time to plant explosives like C4.

Though it wasn’t the most elegant solution, it was the most discreet.

As for Qin Yu, who had been temporarily granted cheats, Lin Mo only needed to visit him tonight.

Using his divine abilities, he would erase the memory of "immortal intervention" and replace it with a new one—"remaining calm under pressure, unlocking his potential, becoming a one-man army."

Just thinking about it was thrilling.

By the end, Qin Yu would firmly believe he was the hero who had saved everyone.

The entire process would be seamless, leaving no trace of Lin Mo’s involvement.

Even if someone grew suspicious, they would find nothing.

After all, Lin Mo had been outside the school with Director Huang the entire time—the perfect alibi.

Soon, students were led out in groups, their faces still etched with shock. Some of the more timid girls were even sobbing.

The scene was quickly drowned in cries of relief and survivors’ euphoria.

The forced composure shattered the moment they were safe, leaving only raw vulnerability.

Many teachers rushed forward to comfort them.

Huang Zhirong exhaled deeply, his entire body relaxing. He patted his chest. "Safe… everyone’s safe now."

He glanced at Xu Haoming and immediately said, "Teacher Xu, could you go and gather details on the situation?"

Xu Haoming didn’t hesitate, quickly making his way over.

Lin Mo wasn’t too worried either—his divine sense had already swept through the area.

The Guangba students were all among the crowd.

None of them had been physically harmed, though he wasn’t sure about psychological trauma.

Thankfully, none of the students had panicked or caused a scene. Otherwise, those Southeast Asian monkeys might have started killing to control the crowd.

That was why Lin Mo had acted preemptively—otherwise, he might have had to reveal something to deal with them.

Before long, Xu Haoming returned with the Guangba students.

The details of the incident could be pieced together from the invigilators’ accounts.

The students were sent back to rest.

A few girls with red-rimmed eyes trailed behind.

The others were still visibly shaken, some even trembling.

A few noticed Lin Mo standing beside Director Huang and couldn’t help asking, "Lin Mo, when did you leave the building?"

"I handed in my paper early. I was already out before anything happened."

"Then you got really lucky—dodged a bullet."

Many looked at Lin Mo with envy.

But Lin Mo shook his head. "No, you’re the ones who really escaped disaster. When people ask about the competition later, you can say you lived through a shootout."

Hearing this, many seemed to realize something.

The thrill of the experience would gradually replace the fear.

Like riding a rollercoaster—the terror fades, leaving only the adrenaline.

Lin Mo’s words slowly lifted their spirits.

Then, he asked, "With something like this happening, will the second round still be held tomorrow?"

Xu Haoming looked at the students from other schools, still trembling in the distance, and shook his head.

"Probably not. It’ll likely be postponed."

"What I’m worried about is today’s results being voided."

In Lin Mo’s memory, he had never heard of this incident.

Meaning the attackers in the original timeline might have just driven past the school.

In the end, this whole mess was partly Lin Mo’s fault.

That was why he had to see it through.

For the Guangba team, everything was settled.

The sun slowly dipped below the horizon.

Everyone returned to the hotel in an orderly fashion.

Dinner was a buffet, and this time, they could eat as much as they wanted.

But Xu Haoming and Huang Zhirong still reminded the students to eat in moderation.

They also took turns offering psychological counseling.

—System: The butterfly effect might be an exaggeration, but the greater a person’s power, the more their actions ripple outward—

Inside the police station, briefing room.

Qin Yu sat alone, his fingers absently tapping the table, producing dull, rhythmic clicks.

The tea in front of him had long gone cold, unnoticed.

He closed his eyes, then suddenly snapped them open, glaring at the plain fluorescent light above.

Useless.

Nothing pierced through—his vision was firmly blocked by the solid ceiling.

His X-ray vision was gone.

Or rather, it had never truly been his to begin with.

He was starting to wonder if everything that afternoon had just been a hallucination, a desperate mind’s last stand.

But the positions of the attackers, the hostages’ locations—none of that could have been so precise.

And the bullets that curved midair…

So why?

It all felt like a dream.

"Creak—"

The door opened.

A man in a white dress shirt walked in.

Qin Yu shot up from his chair like a spring, his body rigid, instinctively straightening his collar.

"Chief!"

He saluted, his movements textbook-perfect.

Zhuang Duanyang studied the young officer before returning an equally crisp salute.

"Officer Qin Yu, on behalf of the municipal police department, I extend our highest respect for your actions this afternoon."

With that, he saluted again.

Qin Yu, flustered, returned the gesture.

Zhuang Duanyang motioned for him to sit.

The briefing room door closed behind them.

Zhuang Duanyang let out a long breath.

"Thank goodness you were there. With the competition at the experimental school, if those criminals had harmed even one student…"

He didn’t finish the sentence.

But the implication was clear.

"You flatter me, Chief. I was just doing my duty as an officer."

"No. You saved countless families. Don’t downplay it."

Zhuang Duanyang patted Qin Yu’s shoulder. "The department will recommend you for a first-class merit award. Let the others handle the cleanup. You should go home and rest for today."

Qin Yu pressed his lips together.

Finally, he couldn’t help but raise his head.

“Director, I have something to report.”

Zhuang Duanyang frowned slightly. “Go ahead, speak your mind.”

“Well...”