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Old apartment, 04:58.
The fog seeped in through the window cracks, like a layer of paper softened by water.
Yu Chen laid the reflective playing cards flat on the table; the dampness seeped along the wood grain, like a pre-written obituary. She opened her laptop, inserted the USB drive, and the screen lit up—
The stalker's screenshot was enlarged: gray trench coat, 185 cm tall, red dot on walkie-talkie.
Her fingertips tapped lightly on the keyboard, the sound so low it was almost a whisper:
"Comparison complete."
The result popped up—
Match rate: 12%
Name: Unknown
Job Title: Outsourced Security Guard at Tsar Casino (Probation Period)
Note: No criminal record, no armed permission, no wiretapping privileges.
Yu Chen paused, his fingers moving slightly, and his eyebrows raised a little.
Not Viktoria, not the Drakovic family.
Not even a professional killer,
He was just a temporary extra hired to "keep an eye on things".
At 5:10, she dialed the satellite phone used for engraving.
"Help me investigate someone—"
She sent the screenshot, her voice chillingly cold, “Tsar’s outsourced security guard, gray trench coat, followed me last night.”
The "sharp tongue" mode, featuring the engraving technique, is now live.
"Hey, you little madman, you're scared like this by a watchdog?"
His fingers clattered across the keyboard, and ten seconds later, his voice lowered—
"He is indeed playing a minor role; it's his third day of probation."
Someone paid $200 to 'keep an eye on the dealer'.
Employer unknown, walkie-talkie channel—Tsar Logistics Team.
At 5:20, she returned to the drainage ditch.
The fog hadn't lifted, and the man in the gray trench coat was still crouching at the maze entrance.
The walkie-talkie was flashing, like a lost red dot.
Yu Chen approached from behind, his footsteps landing silently on the damp earth, as quiet as a cat's.
She reached out and lightly tapped his shoulder with her knuckles—
The man in the gray trench coat turned around abruptly, his pupils dilating, and the walkie-talkie fell to the ground with a "thud."
Yu Chen bent down to pick it up, his voice low and steady:
Who hired you?
The man in the gray trench coat stammered, "N-I don't know... I only said to keep an eye on you and not let you leave the manor..."
"Then what?"
"And then... that was it."
At 5:30, the man in the gray trench coat was released.
The walkie-talkie was thrown into the drainage ditch with a soft "thump," as if putting an end to the lost red dot.
Yu Chen stood at the maze exit, put the reflective playing cards back into his pocket, and spoke in a voice so low it was barely a whisper:
"You extras, go home."
"You don't have any lines in the play."
06:00, old apartment.
The fog began to dissipate, and moonlight filtered through the gaps in the clouds, falling on the red boxing glove bag, like a final seal being affixed to an unexploded bomb.
She lowered her head and touched the still-dripping, reflective playing card with her fingertip—
In the mirror, my face was blurred by the moonlight, like a deck of cards that had been shuffled.
In the darkness, her voice was so soft it was barely a whisper:
"The tracker confirmed that he was just a background character."
"The employer is still in the shadows."
"The card dealing process continues."
Outside the window, the fog dissipated, like a snowfall unknown to anyone—
The snow is falling; it's the grave Yu Chen dug for himself.
It was also an obituary she had written in advance for her enemy.
As for the extras, they've already been given the script.
The real curtain has only just been raised.
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