Foolish Game of the Gods Chapter 45

Chapter 45: Silence Is Tonight's Cambridge

The exclusive [Memory] S-Rank Faith Talent of the Memory Traveler: Reminiscence Stream.

By entering as a traveler, one could navigate through a target's memory fragments, continuously searching for scenes and images of interest, like a rapid journey.

Du Xiguang wasn't the solitary type. At the very least, he knew to share.

When Yun Ni's recent memories were being read, he somehow imprinted the imagery from those memories onto the street's surface.

And so, every player present witnessed the following scene:

A shapely female Assassin hiked up her tank top. The bunched fabric covered everything decently, but the curvature still left everyone dumbfounded…

Ahem.

This was clearly a memory of Yun Ni changing clothes.

As for the reason she was changing, it was naturally because someone had stabbed a dagger into her chest and pierced the tank top.

"…"

Wonderful. The scene had suddenly turned into a [Silence] conversion rally.

Everyone fell dead silent.

Cheng Shi's mouth twitched as he looked at the stiff-faced Du Xiguang, too drained to even roast him.

You finally got an excuse to find some interesting Assassin memories, and this is what you show everyone?

Way too comfortable treating the brothers like family!

Yun Ni was only immobilized, not blind. She naturally saw the images on the ground too.

But she showed no anger.

She simply, with a cold face, plunged a dagger into Du Xiguang's heart, sliced open his chest and abdomen, severed his throat, gouged out his eyes…

And then, when he reopened his eyes under the protection of [Blooming Only to Wither], she asked:

"Does it look good?"

The weak and powerless Du Xiguang couldn't resist the [Confession] effect at all. He immediately answered:

"Good-looking!"

Then, his eyes took another heavy blow.

"Ah!"

Had Cheng Shi not stepped in to break it up, Du Xiguang might not have made it back tonight under the torment of [Annihilation]'s divine power.

After venting, Yun Ni glanced expressionlessly at Cheng Shi.

"You like it too, don't you? Does it look good?"

Damn it, this girl really holds a grudge!

But Cheng Shi wasn't afraid of this.

After experiencing so much, he'd genuinely developed immunity to this level of imagery.

Yet to his own surprise, he still blurted out:

"·Good-looking!"

When he realized he'd said the wrong thing, his face contorted as though stricken with acute constipation, and he hastily retreated two steps.

Who could have known that Yun Ni wouldn't attack him the way she had Du Xiguang. Instead, she said something inscrutable:

"Come to my room tonight. There's even better to see."

"…"

Trap!

Absolutely a trap!

For the first time, Cheng Shi felt that worshipping [Silence] wasn't such a bad idea. At least he wouldn't have to rack his brain for responses.

Praise [Silence]!

The comedic interlude came to a close.

Fang Jue was a man who got down to business.

He swore that his eyes had only glanced at the alluring images on the ground for one second before immediately remembering that he was here to interrogate, not to joke around.

His target clearly wasn't Cheng Shi.

It was the Ascetic Monk who had never been with the group from start to finish.

This follower of [Silence] had vanished early on, only to reappear as the one who led them to the body.

Where he had gone and what he had done during his absence was entirely unknown.

Furthermore, followers of [Silence] were the most adept at snuffing out sound. So whether Wei Guan could have been killed by him was the first thing Fang Jue needed to confirm.

The Ascetic Monk clearly recognized the suspicion on himself. But this time, he didn't maintain his silence. Instead, he took the initiative to speak:

"Not me."

Silence was broken!

Everyone looked at him in astonishment, first stunned, then each person's heart sank.

The situation had deteriorated to the point where a follower of [Silence] voluntarily broke silence to seek cooperation. This meant that every player now faced a very troublesome killer.

Most importantly, the self-proclaimed survival tricks that players prided themselves on seemed utterly worthless in this killer's eyes.

The conceited Wei Guan was the best proof.

The scene fell silent once more.

Fang Jue ceased his ballad chant and began carefully examining every trace at the scene.

After Du Xiguang recovered, he and Cheng Shi split up to inspect every surrounding building.

The inspection was so meticulous that they practically dragged out every bug sleeping in the doorframe cracks for an X-ray before stuffing them back, yet still found absolutely nothing.

Yun Ni re-examined the body, but the conclusion was identical to the afternoon's results at the Enforcement Bureau.

No wounds.

A bizarre atmosphere spread. Everyone's expression was off.

Cheng Shi knitted his brow and walked over to Wei Guan's corpse.

He noticed the terror on Wei Guan's face.

Funny enough, this Fool Hunter who had always squinted contemptuously at everyone had widened his eyes for the first time just before death.

"Don't you have a way to read people's memories?"

"I do, but not the dead." Du Xiguang replied expressionlessly. "I'm a Mage, not a Hunter."

Cheng Shi nodded and began carefully examining the corpse's pupils.

Yun Ni sidled up to him and said coldly:

"Don't bother trying to find anything in the pupils. That killer leisurely erased every trace. A perfect killer."

Cheng Shi indeed found no clues. He sighed and began checking the limbs.

The body still held a trace of warmth, clearly having died not long ago.

Cheng Shi still couldn't comprehend how a life could end so silently.

Could even a 2400-point Wei Guan not struggle for even a moment against the killer?

Or was it that… the method of killing truly was a curse?

The killer hadn't even been to the scene, yet remotely ended Wei Guan's life?

At this level of killing, was the victim's consciousness erased, or was their heartbeat terminated?

At this thought, Cheng Shi's hand pressed against the corpse's chest.

Somewhat cold.

Dead for a while now.

Hmm?

Wrong!!

Why were Wei Guan's limbs still warm when his chest cavity was already cold?

Cheng Shi raised an eyebrow and began feeling along Wei Guan's chest inch by inch with his fingertip.

Fang Jue noticed this and asked curiously:

"Are you a doctor?"

"Seems your memory isn't great. I said I'm a Sanity Corruptor."

"A doctor and a Priest aren't the same thing."

Fang Jue was clearly referring to Cheng Shi's pre-trial profession. Cheng Shi didn't hide it and nodded.

Yun Ni asked with some interest:

"Is that why you chose Priest?"

Cheng Shi shook his head.

"Then why?"

"The [Confession] effect has ended. Do you think you can still get answers out of me?"

Yun Ni gave a soft scoff and said no more.

Before the [Faith Game] descended, Cheng Shi hadn't been a doctor, but he did know some diagnostic arts of observation, listening, questioning, and pulse-taking.

These skills hadn't come from school. They'd been taught to him by his adoptive father, a perpetually cheerful old man.

As for why a junk-collecting old man knew medicine, Cheng Shi couldn't say.

He'd never asked.

He carefully felt the muscle texture and fascial pressure beneath the corpse's skin, palpating for a long time before looking up:

"I need a needle."

Everyone frowned at this and shook their heads.

Only Yun Ni cast him a sideways glance and asked:

"Where to stick it?"

Cheng Shi looked at her with mild surprise, pointed at the exact center of Wei Guan's chest, and said:

"Right here. Straight through to the heart."