Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

Under normal circumstances, Yi Zanglan appears in the bureau as someone who is eccentric and has a carefree attitude.

Coupled with her gentle face, she seemed to have a natural advantage. Strangers didn't think she was a threat, and even those who knew her well easily overlooked her potential threat after spending time with her.

So Yue Feng had almost forgotten about the earlier antics, listening to gossip and fighting over food.

This woman is actually the captain of the top team in the South Division. She has a very high reputation within the team. Once, when she was unable to summon a weapon, she used a fruit knife to fight against herself, who was wielding a five-star wolf fang hammer, for nearly twenty minutes. In the end, she forcibly took the weapon and killed him.

Even a ruthless character like Yin Canglang is her old partner. She has to think carefully before speaking and acting. Can such a person really have a good temper?

The two were very close. Yue Feng held up the mirror and felt the intense, cold pressure emanating from it. Even though she had seen many storms, her heart still skipped a beat.

"...I'm sorry." She explained in a low voice, "I left the weapon in the room for the time being and went out with Captain Yin. I didn't expect that bastard to steal the sword and actually try to kill your teammate—this is despicable, and I definitely didn't order him to do it."

Yi Zanglan stared at Yue Feng for a long time without expression before finally looking away and reluctantly accepting the explanation.

"I think so too. After all, we agreed to cooperate, and there's no benefit in breaking the agreement at the last minute," she said. "But since he provoked us, we had no choice but to kill him. I hope you don't mind."

Yue Feng tapped her watch, glanced down at the system interface, and saw that all the gifts and items she had found earlier were still there. In the member section, Zhan Fengchun's name had turned gray, while her own name had risen to the first place.

She suddenly realized: "The captain's elimination will not affect the progress of the game. Another team member will take over as the nominal captain and continue the game."

"That's great," Yi Zanglan replied softly. "You'll have to take his place sooner or later anyway, so take this opportunity to get used to it."

"...Okay." Yue Feng nodded, then, as if remembering something, turned to look at Yan Zhao's wound. "Why don't we go back to the room first and get your teammate bandaged up? There are gauze and ointment in the room, but you're a ghost now, you can't touch them, can you?"

Yi Zanglan glanced at Yan Zhao, who thought about it and finally agreed.

"Then thank you, General."

"Who would call a good person like that in the bureau every day?" Yue Feng said helplessly, stopping them as she walked forward. "Can't we just call them by their names?"

"Oh, thank you, Feng'er."

"I told you to call me by my full name, not my nickname."

Yin Canglang followed lazily behind with his hands in his pockets, and after a while he turned around and gave instructions to Liang Tianci.

"I need to give that girl some medicine later. You don't need to come with me. Just follow my instructions tonight—go back and get some sleep."

Liang Tianci wondered, "Can't I even wait at the door?"

"You're sick in the head. Go back home. I hate seeing you."

"..."

Aside from Yi Zanglan, who else do you find annoying? Captain, have you ever been emotionally stable?

But it doesn't matter, he firmly believes that he is not the captain and the most annoying person is number one. The number one must be that stupid dog Sheng Xiao.

Liang Tianci reluctantly agreed, turned around and walked back the way he came. As he passed Zhan Fengchun's corpse, he kicked it viciously.

Damn it, it's all this trash's fault! If I'd known the captain's death wouldn't affect the score, I would have killed him at the start, and Yue Feng would have pretended not to see it!

* * * * * *

Inside the room, two people and a ghost were bandaging the sword wound on Yan Zhao's shoulder around the bed.

Initially, Yin Canglang was in charge of applying the medicine. Her technique was unusually rough, and she didn't hold back at all, causing Yan Zhao to break out in a cold sweat from the pain.

Unfortunately, Yan Zhao was also stubborn. He didn't utter a word during the process, only using his eyes to silently compete with the other party.

In the end, it was Yue Feng, who was cutting the gauze, who noticed and frowned as she pushed Yin Canglang's hand away.

"I've come here, and I've found that your heart is too dirty."

"You flatter me, but you're not clean either."

Even so, Yin Canglang did not insist any further. She wiped the blood off her hands and picked up the mirror next to her.

Yi Zanglan was standing behind her, coldly watching her with downcast eyes: "Is this interesting?"

"I'm sorry." She apologized quickly, though it was far from sincere. "My skills have become rusty over the years, and besides, I'm not as knowledgeable about these things as you are."

"Really? You should experience this clumsy technique for once."

Yin Canglang pondered those words carefully: "So, you're saying that if I get injured in the future, you'll also clumsily bandage me up?"

"..."

"That's good, after all, it's always been like this."

Yue Feng, who was wrapping bandages around Yan Zhao, couldn't help but show a strange expression when she heard these words. She looked up and met Yan Zhao's gaze, pursed her lips, and pointed to her head with one finger.

Tsk, speechless.

Yan Zhao sighed, wearily supporting his forehead: "Never mind, Feng'er, let's talk about something serious."

"...Call me by my full name, we're not that close."

"Ms. Yue Feng, I sensed you had something to say in the hallway earlier. What were the three of you doing earlier?"

"We went to follow Butler Bertha, hoping to find some clues," Yue Feng replied. "But we were discovered halfway through. She didn't make things difficult for us, and instead issued a new task."

"What new mission?"

"We need a woman tonight to help the Count sew his dress."

It sounds similar to last night's routine. In any case, no matter what reason you accept the invitation, you'll eventually be stuffed into that torture device and drained of your blood for the other party to bathe in.

Yan Zhao couldn't help but complain: "This game really treats the players like fools... So who are you planning to send?"

"I'll go," Yue Feng shrugged nonchalantly. "I'm very confident in my physique. Even if it wanted to stuff me into the living iron coffin, it wouldn't be that easy—I can use this to buy time, and then you guys pick someone to meet me outside."

Yan Zhao pondered for a moment, then took out the key he had just found in the picture frame from his pocket and showed it to her.

"This should be the key to the rooftop. We'll divide the work tonight, and I feel like at least two of us should go together."

Based on the clue of the orange tulip in the courtyard and the Roman numeral XII, it is speculated that the bronze clock on the rooftop should be set to twelve o'clock.

As for what challenges await, everything is unknown, so we should make plans early.

At this moment, Yin Canglang spoke up: "I'll go with you and have Tianci meet Yue Feng."

"..."

"What kind of attitude is this? Your captain is right there supervising, what am I supposed to do to you?"

"I didn't say anything." Yan Zhao calmly shifted his gaze. "This allocation is reasonable, I agree."

The three of them then looked at Yi Zanglan together, seeking her opinion with their eyes.

Yi Zanglan nodded: "Okay, let's arrange it like this. We don't know what kind of challenges we'll present to the players tonight, so everyone should be careful."

After she finished speaking, she naturally made a "please" gesture.

"Please go back to your rooms first. The wounded need to rest. See you tonight."

Yin Canglang hesitated, but there was really no reason for him to stay, so he could only get up with a sullen face.

Yue Feng was originally heading towards the door, but stopped halfway and stared at Yi Zanglan in the mirror.

Reminded by Yan Zhao, Yi Zanglan turned her head in confusion: "Is there anything else, Feng'er?"

"...My name is Yue Feng."

"Ms. Yue Feng, get to the point."

"I'm just curious," Yue Feng asked her in a low voice, "Did you lie to me in the four-person match? Did you actually have a high-level weapon?"

Yi Zanglan didn't deny it and readily admitted, "Yes."

"When can we have a fight?"

"Go fight Captain Yin. She's better than me, and she definitely has high-level weapons."

Standing bewildered at the door, Yin Canglang said, "...I never spar with anyone but you, and now you're praising me for being good?"

Yue Feng solemnly emphasized: "Yi Zanglan, I only want to fight you."

"I never make promises lightly," Yi Zanglan replied slowly. "I can only say that if the time is right, it's possible."

"……Um."

Yue Feng was satisfied with the answer, so he didn't linger and turned to leave.

Yin Canglang glanced at the mirror, but didn't say anything more. He closed the door behind him as he left.

As the footsteps faded into the distance, Yan Zhao felt a little relieved, but then she felt dizzy and fell backward onto the bed, clutching her shoulder.

"Sigh..." she sighed deeply, instinctively reaching out her hand. "I'm in pain, I need some ice."

Before she could finish speaking, Yi Zanglan was already lying down beside her, embracing her from behind and placing his palm on her wound.

"Go to sleep," Yi Zanglan comforted softly. "Sleep a little longer, there's no rush."

"I'm worried that things will get complicated tonight."

"We'll deal with whatever comes our way, there's nothing to worry about." Yi Zanglan raised his hand and gently, yet forcefully, closed her eyes. "Even if the sky falls, there are ghosts holding it up, so no one will get hurt."

Yan Zhao laughed upon hearing this. She seemed to want to reply with something, but drowsiness suddenly surged over her like a tide, and she drowsily turned her head to one side and fell into the arms of a certain ghost.

She fell asleep peacefully.