[Question and reasoning complete. Congratulations to the player for finding the murderer.]
[Congratulations to the player for completing Task 2: 600 points have been earned, for a total of 900 points.]
Current points: 900
Current ranking: 2 (39 players participating)
There were 55 players a moment ago, and now there are only 39?
What about the other 16 players? Were they eliminated by the system? Or did they die while doing a quest?
Thinking of this, Wu Yue couldn't help but worry about Zhou Yunwei and the others...
I wonder if Yan Chiyu is with them?
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Meanwhile, in another level, Yan Chiyu was experiencing an immersive storyline. Unlike Wu Yue's simple deduction, Yan Chiyu and his group of five were truly caught up in a murder scene.
The boy lazily glanced back at the four little tails behind him, their faces full of worry and looking like they were ready to die.
Her thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and her pupils reflected a snow-white luster. A clear, cold voice rang out: "Write the murderer's name on a piece of paper and throw it into the box before midnight, and we'll get 300 points. What's the rush?"
Qian Bolun exclaimed twice, his face pale: "Am I brain-dead? Even if you brought the murderer to me, I wouldn't recognize him." He looked distressed and wished he could knock himself out.
Que Guanghuai wiped away non-existent sweat and sighed, "Luckily we're a team, and we have Brother Yan with us, otherwise we really would have been doomed."
Song Wenzhi pointed to the other players who were already searching for clues in the manor, and then looked at his own team who were doing nothing. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious: "Brother Yan, Brother Yan, aren't we going to look for clues? What if they all get taken if we don't look? We're going to fail. Ahhh, no, no, I have to go look for them. We can't fall behind."
"Stop." Yan Chiyu casually rested his chin on his hand, his elegant tone carrying a hint of laziness. "No need, I already know who the murderer is."
"Huh? Yan, how did you know? Our game has only just begun." Zhou Yunwei's eyes widened, not quite understanding.
Yan Chiyu: "The deceased told me."
Zhou Yunwei [?ヘ??]: "..."
Song Wenzhi \(－－)／: “…”
Que Guanghuai (…)?: “…”
Qian Bolun: "..."
Brother Yan, let's not joke around at a time like this, okay? How can we tell you when the person is already dead?
There are limits to joking!
Seeing that Yan Chiyu didn't want to say more, his calm and collected demeanor reassured everyone. They exchanged glances and could only follow their hearts and cling to the powerful figure's coattails.
Among this group, Song Wenzhi and Zhou Yunwei had witnessed Yan Chiyu's abilities before, so they were no longer in a hurry and were ready to win without lifting a finger.
As Zhou Yunwei sat there, her thoughts drifted to Wu Yue, and she asked worriedly, "I wonder how Yueyue is doing all by herself? Is she scared since we're not around?"
“Speaking of her, I’m reminded of something.” The boy paused slightly.
Everyone looked at him. "What is it?"
Yan Chiyu slowly pulled out a set of practice questions, his expression serious: "She's not here, so I'll review for you in her place."
"Thump!"
The four of them stumbled and fell to the ground in unison.
"Today I'll teach you how to do Chinese reading comprehension questions, especially classical Chinese reading comprehension..."
A clear and gentle voice slowly drifted over, and the little tails silently concealed their displeasure, beginning their learning journey in the game world.
Other players searching for clues nearby would occasionally stop and look this way, staring at them as if they were idiots.
Studying when it's a matter of life and death?
High school students... they're pretty reckless.
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