Holding the Big Picture

Zhu Yan thought this would work.

Whether Feng Yaozu's corpse was discovered early or late made absolutely no difference to him now.

Feng Qiang silently exchanged a glance with Zhu Yan.

His loose eyelids drooped, pressing his eyes into a fierce triangular shape.

Zhu Yan didn't understand the meaning behind this ferocious look; he just wanted to laugh when he thought about what he was going to do next.

"Alright," Zhu Yan said. "Then let's fucking search. Call us when you find it."

Feng Qiang twitched the corner of his mouth: "Alright. Go look."

The meaning behind his look was that they didn't have to kill inside the instance, allowing "Feng Yaozu" to complete the mission.

But once outside the instance, this person definitely had to be killed!

If they wanted to leave no flaws, they couldn't leave any survivors!

Seeing his precious son's calm reaction, he assumed he had understood as well.

Feng Qiang chuckled, watching the old man with glasses slowly disappear into the depths of the shelves.

"I'll go watch the second-floor entrance. Son, you go keep an eye on the old geezer, don't let him play any tricks."

Zhu Yan repeatedly agreed and walked in the direction where the old man had disappeared.

Oh hehe, only a fool would go watch the old man.

He was going to take a stroll to the surveillance room.

The surveillance cameras in instances weren't necessarily all broken.

He remembered that in his second instance, Cat and Mouse Game, there were cameras on the train.

Those cameras were working perfectly fine, otherwise Guan En wouldn't have been able to find him and chase after him back then.

So, he was going to delete and turn off today's surveillance footage.

This would prevent his Roleplay ability from being exposed, so his hard-earned alternate identity, Zhu Zeyu, wouldn't be blown again!

Zhu Yan strolled around looking for the employee work center.

Wearing the face of Feng Yaozu, he pushed the door open and smiled at the uniformed staff member inside.

"Hello, Dad, I want to look at the surveillance, and then turn it off."

"That's no problem, right?"

The staff member was stunned.

He stared at Zhu Yan rather blankly, and two seconds later, his entire expression became filled with fatherly love.

Then, he excitedly stood up with a clatter, knocking over the chair behind him.

"Sure, okay, no problem!"

"Good son, come with me!"

The surveillance room was in a low-ceilinged corridor.

The employee skillfully swiped open the door and pointed at the massive screens covering the wall.

"Son, what do you want to see?"

Zhu Yan looked up, quickly searching for the figures of the other players.

The supermarket's surveillance seemed to have been upgraded; there were no blind spots, and many details could be seen clearly.

On the second floor, the old man with glasses was quickly searching the gaps between the shelves, staying alert to all directions as he walked.

At this rate, it would take him at most five minutes to reach the restrooms at the very end.

On the other side, Feng Qiang was walking toward the second-floor entrance.

"Hehe, if you want to hear the audio, we can adjust the volume too."

Seeing Zhu Yan engrossed, the employee spoke in an overly affectionate tone and twisted a knob on the control console.

Sure enough, some noise came through the speakers.

"Holy shit! They made a move!"

This was Li Ming's voice.

By the shelves on the first floor, the sprawled corpse scared Li Ming into a scream.

In the surveillance room, the employee's expression changed: "This..."

Zhu Yan activated his ability Bully, and swiftly chopped the back of his neck.

The employee collapsed limply. Zhu Yan dragged him aside and continued to observe the situation on the screens.

First floor.

Li Ming swallowed hard: "How is this possible? Ten minutes ago, this old man was perfectly fine!"

"If he's dead, how come the two people with him didn't make a sound?"

Thinking about this, Li Ming felt his blood run cold.

"Could they... have..."

Zhang Ze subconsciously hid behind the soldier: "Didn't they say the killer was upstairs? Could they have been threatened and unable to call for help?"

This was the most likely possibility.

The soldier crouched down to observe the body, then stood back up and made a gesture for quiet.

He lowered his voice and said, "Let's take the fire stairs on the other side and sneak up. I can't handle this; I will report to my superiors immediately."

Serial killers from outside the instance like this would be heavily sentenced once caught.

The authorities needed to consolidate their position and maintain peace outside the instances; these were all necessary measures.

Li Ming and Zhang Ze exchanged a glance and nodded in understanding.

"Alright." Li Ming turned around first. "Let's go, try not to make any noise."

Zhang Ze glanced at the soldier who intended to bring up the rear, and quietly followed behind Li Ming. However, not far along, a strange noise came from behind them.

The two immediately turned to look.

They saw the soldier standing rigidly in place, whimpering in pain.

His throat let out gasping sounds, and his expression was extremely agonized, as if someone was strangling his windpipe.

This scene left Li Ming and Zhang Ze dumbfounded, their minds going completely blank.

Two seconds later, the soldier finally seemed to find release.

He fell straight backward, and his uniform actually collapsed emptily, as if his entire abdomen had been hollowed out, leaving only two thin layers of skin!

Zhang Ze stood frozen for a moment.

A scream escaped his throat, but Li Ming quickly covered his mouth, his palms already drenched in cold sweat.

"Don't yell."

Li Ming's voice was also trembling. He dragged Zhang Ze backward, the two of them inching away from the scene without making a sound.

"Let's go, take another passage upstairs."

Zhang Ze swallowed hard, feeling like he was about to collapse, his legs going weak unceasingly!

This was too sinister.

He couldn't help but think of Zhu Yan's harmless face on the bus.

Did this person actually dare to attack a government soldier?

"Do you think we... really have a way out?"

Zhu Yan's mood, however, didn't fluctuate much.

This was an instance, and Feng Qiang was no saint.

It was completely normal for people to die, let alone a soldier who was only harmful and of no benefit to Feng Qiang!

He shifted his gaze to the screen showing the upstairs.

The old man with glasses was almost at the edge of the restroom.

And Feng Qiang was right by the elevator, holding a pile of still-warm intestines and a heart in his hands.

He threw these things on the ground and called out downstairs at just the right moment: "Li Ming! Zhang Ze?!"

His precious son had said to spare their lives.

But he had to get these two people up here first.

Once they were on the second floor, he was absolutely sure he could make them too afraid to run!

That way, the entire situation would be completely under control.

Li Ming and Zhang Ze exchanged a glance, a bit uncertain.

"The volunteer uncle?"

How was this uncle still alive?

Did the murderer upstairs really not attack him?

Feng Qiang came stomping down the stairs, hastily wiping the blood off his hands onto his pockets.

He looked at Li Ming and Zhang Ze, who were standing frozen in place, his old face showing an anxious expression.

"Quick! What are you doing? Hurry up here!"

"It's safe upstairs, the other two are up there!"

Li Ming and Zhang Ze looked at each other.

If it was safe upstairs, then the murderer was... downstairs?

For a moment, Li Ming broke out in a cold sweat.

He carefully looked around and tentatively took a step forward.

He still didn't dare make a sound, afraid of stirring up any trouble.

However, Feng Qiang couldn't wait any longer.

He stomped heavily down the up-escalator, grabbing Li Ming and Zhang Ze.

"Hurry up and get on," Feng Qiang shouted, forcefully dragging them upstairs.

"I have offensive abilities, so that murderous maniac won't touch me."

Feng Qiang was too lazy to keep up the act, blurting out a statement full of holes.

"Let's go! You guys help me find that kid on the truck!"

Some idiot fraud set up a shrine for my friend. I took one look and saw it was pressing on the Geng, You, and Xin directions while clashing with the White Tiger position, yet the guy claimed it would help my friend.

I was so furious yesterday that I cursed him out. Help with what? Triggering lawsuits, losing wealth, or driving away benefactors? I did a quick divination and calculated that the legal troubles would hit once in February to March of last year, and again in September to October. When I asked my friend, he confirmed there was a court hearing in February or March and a renewed lawsuit in early October. Even now, that lawsuit still hasn't been resolved...

Tomorrow I still have to deal with that shrine. It really makes me laugh. That idol has already attracted dark yin energy. Oh yeah, the idol is attracting ghosts, hahahahaha!

Placing an empty, unconsecrated idol in the house for people to worship, right? It attracts ghosts silently but surely. I walked into the shrine room and wow! Swarms of little ghosts, an endless sea of yin energy.

Running into this kind of mess while traveling is really frustrating. I don't have any of my gear on me, so I have to buy the tools on the spot and wait for the delivery. I could curse out that fraudulent, charlatan idiot for one, two, three, four years straight.