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

Yi Zanglan was choked and pressed against the wall. She recognized the man in front of her as Zhao Chen.

Zhao Chen's black clothes almost blended into the night. Beneath his messy bangs, a pair of slender eyes stared at her, radiating a cold and sinister aura.

"I knew you weren't your average mentally ill self," he said in a deep voice. "You were laughing so happily outside Jude's door today? Looks like you got some clues, daring to come out in the middle of the night, right?"

He spotted Yi Zanglan in the morning and followed her to find the mortician, but he couldn't get any information out of her.

But Yi Zanglan seemed happy as if she had heard some important information, and he suspected that she had gotten the hint first, so the NPC would not tell the next person.

So he deliberately waited in the shadows and successfully caught Yi Zanglan traveling late at night.

How could such a low-level trick possibly fool him?

Zhao Chen's arrogance soared to unprecedented heights. He tightened his grip and shook Yi Zanglan like an old rag doll.

"Tell me, are you going to see that mortician? What do you know? If you don't tell the truth, I'll kill you right now!"

Yi Zanglan's face turned red from his pinching, her eyes filled with tears, misty and looking weak and pitiful.

"Please...please...I don't want to die..." she gasped, pleading intermittently, "He made me go...if I didn't go, he would kill me..."

Zhao Chen frowned: "Him? Who is he?"

"A fake gold chain." Yi Zanglan cried, raising her hand to show him. "He hit me, cut my hand with a knife, and made... made me do what he said..."

The fake gold chain—it's obvious it's Yang Chi's.

Because Yi Zanglan kept rambling on about how his gold chain was fake, Yang Chi had always had a problem with her, so it was normal for him to vent his anger in private.

Moreover, Yang Chi did indeed act alone in the morning, without waiting for Zhao Chen to come with him.

Zhao Chen loosened his grip with some skepticism. He lifted Yi Canglan's sleeve and saw that her wrist was wrapped with a piece of bed sheet. When he peeled it off, there was a clear knife mark, which was even bleeding.

He asked her sternly, "What did Yang Chi tell you? Tell me everything without missing a single word."

Yi Zanglan cried even more aggrievedly, "It hurts so much... He... He said it's inconvenient to sleep with you... He told me to get it from the old man..."

"Speak slowly and clearly." Seeing that she was really scared, Zhao Chen had no choice but to patiently ask, "What did he ask you to get?"

"Take...the bones from the corpse..." Yi Zanglan wiped away her tears. "He said that once it was done, he would take me out, give me money, and...bail me out of the brothel..."

"Ran them out?"

She nodded vigorously, her expression firm and hopeful as she mentioned it: "I don't want to stay there anymore! The food there is awful! I can leave by playing games, fake gold chain, you promised me!"

Zhao Chen found it a bit funny. He was certain that she was really not quite right in the head. No normal person would think that a mental hospital was like a brothel, where one could redeem oneself.

Yang Chi was practically treating this woman like a dog. He probably asked about the mortician's information beforehand and then threatened Yi Zanglan to find out more.

After all, he and Yang Chi shared a room, and it wouldn't be convenient for Yang Chi to hide his actions from him at night. It would be better to send Yi Zanglan to get the props, and at least let her take the risk.

That damn thug, even though we're living in the same house, he won't share any clues. He's so cunning.

I need to think of a way to get rid of them.

As Zhao Chen thought this, his expression shifted between light and dark, but he softened slightly when facing Yi Zanglan.

This explains her happy, silly demeanor that morning; this madwoman thinks that getting the item means she's won the game and can get out of the mental hospital.

That's just a dream.

"Don't believe that guy surnamed Yang. Even his gold chain is fake. How can he tell the truth?" Zhao Chen said. "I'm the one who can take you out. Take me to the old man right now to get the props. Give them to me after you get them, and I'll be responsible for talking to your dean."

Yi Zanglan stared at him blankly: "Really? Please stop pinching me."

"I won't pinch you." He pushed her shoulder and urged, "Go quickly, it's so late, let's get it sooner and go back to sleep."

Yi Zanglan seemed a little dazed. She nodded and walked forward as if in a daze.

Perhaps she was still frightened, because her steps were a little unsteady. After a while, she tripped over her own feet and fell hard with a "thud".

Zhao Chen was utterly speechless: "Are you an idiot? Stand up!"

Yi Zanglan started sobbing again, lying on the ground, and mumbled, "Oh, right... the fake gold chain also said that he already knows..."

"Know what?"

Zhao Chen immediately became alert. If Yang Chi got hold of a crucial clue first and didn't intend to share it, it would be disadvantageous for any player. He needed to prepare in advance.

Then Yi Zanglan seemed to mutter something under her breath, but Zhao Chen couldn't hear a word. He gradually became impatient and approached her, bending down to grab her collar and trying to lift her up.

"Go on, what exactly does Yang Chi know... um!"

A dull pain shot through his chest without warning. He hesitated for two seconds before belatedly looking down—

Yi Zanglan held a dagger in her hand, which was deeply embedded in his chest. She looked up and smiled at him.

The next second, she swiftly drew her knife and kicked him away.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Chen collapsed against the wall, the increasingly intense pain temporarily robbing him of his ability to think. He braced himself with his hands on the ground, struggling to get up.

"You...you..."

Yi Zanglan stepped on his head with the sole of her shoe. She looked down at him, her eyes still wet with tears, but her expression was calm as still water, as if all her cowardly behavior just now was an illusion.

The moonlight illuminated her face, a face so gentle and flawless, with clear eyes that even carried a touch of noble divinity.

"You think you're very clever, don't you?" She rolled up her sleeves and asked him slowly and deliberately, "Out of so many people, why were you the only one who saw me?"

"..."

"Mr. Zhao, you can only see it if I want you to see it."

Zhao Chen's eyes widened instinctively. In his last moment of consciousness, he saw her smilingly bend down and raise the sharp, blood-stained knife towards him.

"Take care."

Yi Zanglan aimed at the heart and stabbed three times in quick succession, his technique so swift that not a single drop of blood was spilled.

She didn't stop until she was sure Zhao Chen had stopped breathing, and then wiped the blood off the blade with his clothes.

After cleaning up the murder weapon, she grabbed Zhao Chen by one foot with one hand and dragged him along the ground as they continued towards the mortician's house.

She was well aware, of course, that someone had been secretly observing her this morning.

She had been waiting for this moment; whoever came would die.

Here's the body the mortician wanted, isn't it?

……

Standing in front of Jude's house, Yi Zanglan remained silent for a long time before suddenly turning his head to glance into the distance.

She raised an eyebrow and rang the doorbell.