See the Law of Deception

Chapter 68 Wang's Funeral Home (8)

Although Meng Ning didn't see the scene of Chen Hai's "death," in her heart, he was probably already dead.

Now, she doesn't even have time to grieve the death of her well-liked teammate; she must make another decision immediately.

"Since the ghost didn't catch up, I'll go to the duty room."

Meng Ning thought: if she discovers any more accidents, she will do what she did just now and run away to find her other companions.

She still wanted to live.

Therefore, she cannot directly violate the "night shift" rule; she must return to the duty room.

Forcing herself to stay alert, Meng Ning bit her lip and walked towards the duty room.

Perhaps because she had stopped earlier, when she took another step, her legs felt somewhat unresponsive.

The soreness and weakness are the fatigue that comes over you after a burst of physical exertion.

She was climbing the stairs just now, taking two or three steps at a time, which put a lot of pressure on her knees, but she hadn't felt it at all before.

But now was not the time to rest, so she could only drag her overworked legs and aching knees toward the duty room.

Of the two who came with her, only one remained. Without her companion by her side, even the peaceful night road made her feel somewhat apprehensive.

The complete silence made her uneasy and sent chills down her spine, but the slightest rustling of wind made her even more terrified. Even the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves made Meng Ning's body tremble slightly.

"I'm so nervous, this can't go on."

She realized the problem.

I am now like a frightened bird, even though I haven't actually seen a "ghost" yet.

She had already completed four stations and was promoted to Level 3 after the last station. What she didn't mention during her self-introduction was that this was her first time participating in a [C] level mission.

Perhaps it was this psychological pressure that made her much more nervous than in the previous instance.

"I performed quite well in previous missions, so even if the difficulty increases, I'm sure I'll be fine. The train must have thought I could handle this level of difficulty, which is why they upgraded me."

She comforted herself.

The duty room is right in front of us.

The indoor lights were on; she and Chen Hai had turned them on before they left. In the darkness, the light felt reassuring.

The door was closed properly when I left, but when I got closer, I found that the thing stuck in the door crack was still in its original place.

Meng Ning breathed a sigh of relief.

"fine."

She turned the doorknob. The duty room wasn't large; you could see everything at a glance. It was quiet and cozy, holding an inexplicable attraction for Meng Ning, who had just escaped death.

She closed the door, locked it, and then slumped into a chair in the duty room.

Her chest was still heaving, and the exhaustion from the overexertion made her not want to move a single finger.

"Hopefully, nothing unexpected will happen tonight."

Time passed slowly, and Lu Jinzhao woke up before dawn.

She was a light sleeper, opening her eyes to look around almost every one or two hours. That night, even she herself couldn't be sure if she had actually fallen asleep.

But sleep is essential; no one can survive three days without sleep.

Fortunately, she had been sleeping much less since she started trading sheepskins, and tonight, being half asleep and half awake, she actually got a pretty good rest.

When Xiao Ping sat up in bed next door, his eyes were glazed over.

They didn't even take off their shoes, just in case they could stand up and run away immediately. But even though the dormitory was peaceful last night, Xiao Ping didn't seem to have slept a wink.

Lu Jinzhao glanced at his tired expression, unsure whether Xiao Ping would still be able to detect the anomaly in this state.

"Have you never participated in a long mission before?" she asked directly.

Xiao Ping paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, the longest I've ever had to survive on the platform is 10 hours."

"W-What's wrong?" His mind was tired, and his voice was weaker than yesterday.

Lu Jinzhao looked at him and suggested, "Let's find some time to catch up on sleep today. You can't stay in this state."

Xiao Ping took a moment to process what Lu Jinzhao meant and quickly thanked her, "I understand, thank you. But... I really can't sleep under these circumstances."

Lu Jinzhao didn't say anything more.

Before her, the writing on the parchment appeared.

You're so kind.

Why weren't you this kind during the last mission?

These words were not merely words of curiosity, but rather carried a hint of sarcasm.

Lu Jinzhao did not answer it.

She wasn't being kind. In fact, she didn't care whether Xiao Ping lived or died, nor did she care about his condition. She even felt that his mental lapse was something she could exploit. If anything unexpected happened, it would be easy to make him die in her place.

At the same time, Lu Jinzhao almost coldly recalled that if it were him who had just boarded the train, he wouldn't have thought that way. Instead, without harming himself, he would most likely have reminded the other person to be mindful of their condition.

After all, they are teammates; a living human teammate is always better than a dead corpse.

Faced with this situation, Lu Jinzhao would have started with the task itself and relied on herself to find a way to survive. Her teammates might become her tools, but she wouldn't think of killing them first.

She's just imitating her past self.

[You reminded him, but what were you trying to do with him?]

Wouldn't it be better to let him remain in his current tired state?

[This way he'll die quickly, and it can also help you test the ghost's methods of killing and its taboos.]

Sheepskin tirelessly lured him in.

The more it tried to guide him, the colder Lu Jinzhao became.

Because what she was thinking at that moment was not much different from what Yangpi was thinking.

This made her even more disgusted.

Is it about following your own thoughts and ideas, or about following your own heart?

Unable to make a judgment, she could only rely on her understanding of her past self to maintain the appearance that "Lu Jinzhao" should have.

【I understand. Did you deliberately remind him to lower his guard and make him think you're a good person, making it easier to take advantage of him?】

[Hehe, look at how grateful he is to you, don't you think it's so silly?]

Let him die.

[He died a worthy death so that you could successfully complete your mission.]

The writing on the sheepskin kept appearing, but Lu Jinzhao completely ignored it.

You cannot listen, you cannot see, and you must not believe.

Xiao Ping, who was standing to the side, had no idea what Lu Jinzhao was fighting against. He washed his face with cold water to help his listless spirit recover a little.

"Let's go to the duty room for the shift handover."

With half an hour left before shift handover, they agreed that unless something unexpected happened, they would not be late for the handover.

"I'll find a chance to catch up on sleep during the day, so I won't hold you back," Xiao Ping added after thinking for a moment.

Lu Jinzhao simply nodded slightly.

[A burden to you?]

Haha, this guy has no idea what you're thinking. You could kill him so easily.

This should be easy for you, right?

Simple?

Lu Jinzhao lowered her eyes, thinking to herself, "She doesn't know what I'm thinking."

But aren't you the same?

(End of this chapter)