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"Of course. Who could have imagined death would befall the very dream our family had conjured? And the victim was the heroine of the Harmonious Ceremony..." Gold Sand said with interest. "To be honest, I didn't believe it before, and even tried it myself a few times—until I realized I truly couldn't die. Whenever there was danger, I would be forcibly awakened by the Dream Pool, as if it were just a nightmare."

"That's why I'm convinced there must be a bigger secret behind this."

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Teyvat.

"He who should be lying in a coffin is now alive and kicking—Miss Hanabi's service is truly attentive."

In the Hall of Rebirth, Hu Tao was lying on the tea table with her legs swinging, and her fingertips were tapping on the snack box brought by Zhongli out of boredom, making a crisp "tapping" sound.

"Even though that Sunday-kun was very cool when he refused Hanabi's help, he still had to indulge her antics in the end."

"Haha, from a common sense perspective, seeking Miss Hua Huo's help is the best strategy." Zhongli took a sip of the finest Shenyu Immortal Tea and gently set the porcelain cup down. "Although Miss Hua Huo's ultimate goal may be to reveal her identity at the Harmonious Music Ceremony and discredit her family... but before the Harmonious Music Ceremony, she will probably be able to settle down."

"Oh?" Hu Tao's eyes lit up, and she leaned forward, her plum blossom pupils gleaming with curiosity. "Guest, are you so sure?"

"Fools may seem unfathomable, but the essence of their destiny, [Joy], is actually quite simple. Simply by stepping into their shoes and imagining how to achieve the greatest happiness, you can roughly grasp their thoughts."

Zhongli said calmly, "But cooperating with the Fool is like courting disaster. Mr. Sunday must be aware of this, but he still chose to cooperate with Miss Fireworks... Perhaps he has other ideas and methods?"

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"You must have heard about that memory meme—the Oak family was in a state of panic when I was trying to establish connections for you."

Professor Latio spread his hands and said, "Besides Robin, there was another deceased person. We don't know the details, but we know he was a stowaway."

Chapter 379 Pinocchio (Fifty-eight)

"Two murders?!" Sha Jin rarely showed a look of shock, then suddenly realized: "I said that the nameless guest's reaction was wrong. She must have witnessed another one..."

"This murderer is a real lunatic... But I have to say, the murder case is a good starting point. We can accuse the family of malfeasance and use this as an excuse for the company to intervene. However, their tactics are much more drastic than I imagined. They even prepared a substitute for Robin... These two cases will definitely be suppressed."

Gold Dust murmured thoughtfully, "What should I do? Let me think... This opportunity is rare, I can't afford to miss it. I have to be very careful..."

"Amazing, gambler. Are you at your wit's end so soon?" Latio snorted sarcastically.

"There are many chips, but we have to choose carefully. The most straightforward one... is the Mockingbird. Remember, the Masked Fool told me to 'find a mute as a friend.'" Gold Dust smiled faintly and spread his hands. "The Mockingbird is what she meant by mute. She's lost her voice. Most people won't notice, but you and I can hear it. It's not the organs that produce the sound, but the resonance of [harmonic]."

"He noticed something strange in the robin's voice when he first met her. So he wanted to meet her, but now she died in front of him..."

"Latio said calmly, 'It's all lost—and I've brought you to the stand.' There are witnesses at the scene, and the family will trust your alibi for now, but from now on... I'm afraid you'll have to spend the rest of your time under the watchful eyes of the hounds."

"In Latio's opinion, the possibility of a comeback is almost zero. However, he also brought a message this time: he wants to meet him again on Sunday."

"…" Gold Sand sighed, "…Will it be a court hearing, or a private trial?"

"If it's the former, then there's no need for me to deliver the message."

Gold Dust nodded in satisfaction. "Alright... That's right, all of it. See, the dead can't speak, but the living can—Latio, I'm now convinced there's trouble 'within' the family. Just wait and see. That man's sister's dead... He won't be able to sit still."

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Chainsaw Man.

"A private trial...Isn't this going to be some kind of torture?" Pava's mouth curled into a circle, his eyes practically gleaming. "I want to see it!"

"Pava, you are really an idiot, right? How can interrogating people from a company work?" Denci cast a contemptuous look at Pava.

"Huh? I don't want you to say that! I'm going to win the Nobel Prize!" Pava grabbed the toast he'd taken two bites of and threw it at Denci's face. "So, what do you think we should do about that chicken wing guy?"

"Simple." Denci stuffed the food on his face into his mouth, then put his hands around his neck in a tightening motion.

"Of course it's to silence them~"

"Silence...? How can you silence someone in a dream? That big-eyed guy isn't the chicken-winged man's pet, so how can you silence him?"

"In real life, we could just go to the Daydream Hotel and silence him." Denci spread his hands. "Just destroy Shajin's body! Then fake it as a missing person case! Ding ding ding~ Regardless of whether I avenge my sister or not, at least I've eliminated a major threat from the company."

"..."

Pava actually began to seriously consider the feasibility of this step: "That makes sense, but what if that company sends a fleet to wipe out the family?"

"Why not just sell this chicken wing guy to the company? He looks like a cunning yet clever guy anyway. Let him take Gold Sand's place. The company is full of cold-blooded, money-obsessed people anyway, right?"

Pava narrowed his eyes and nodded as if suddenly enlightened. "I understand. From now on, whenever a company sends a senior executive to the family, the family can kill the company's envoy in this way, and then compensate the company with some of the family's elites... In this way, it won't be long before the company is taken over by the family, and its influence will directly expand to the entire universe!"

Pava slapped his thigh excitedly. "What a great idea, Denci! It's a pity we weren't born into a family, otherwise we would have helped make the family bigger and stronger."

"Uh, you guys..."

Hayakawa Aki covered his face with his hands in pain. He didn't even dare to guess whether these two guys could survive for three days once they left the earth.

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"The two of them arrived at the Chaolu Mansion, where security was even tighter than the warlord's geostationary manor."

Latio said calmly, "This house is nominally owned by Sunday. Without his invitation, ordinary guests will never have the chance to set foot here. Take a closer look while you still have a moment of freedom."

"Hey, Professor—whose side are you on?"

Latio folded his arms: "Who can guarantee that I won't betray you?"

"Gold Sand said casually, 'Let's wait and see. When I meet the controlling Oak Patriarch, I'll find a way to pry the answer out of him.'"

"The two arrived at the first room, but all they faced was a thick wall and several statues. After observing the original orientation of the statues in the other rooms, they quickly turned their Night Thrushes to match their direction. Sure enough, the wall before them quickly disappeared, revealing a wide avenue."

“Sure enough, this is the correct answer.”

Latio rolled his eyes in boredom. "What a great discovery—how about I give you the chance to join the Genius Club?"

"Really? I thought you'd let it go a long time ago."

Latio glared at him angrily: "This is a damn joke, can't you hear it at all?"

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Battle of Two Cities.

"From the tone of his voice, could it be that Professor Latio really wanted to join the Genius Club?"

"To be recognized by the Master of Knowledge is perhaps the highest honor for any genius in the universe, right? Who wouldn't want that?" Jace put down his pen and stapled together the lab logs. "By the way... has anyone in the history of our continent ever been recognized by the Master of Knowledge?"

"I'm afraid not. If there were, that genius could easily change the ecology of the entire Rune Continent." Victor's voice was bitter. "The continent is still like this today. Some people live in the gutter, starving and struggling to survive, while others openly enjoy the convenience brought by progress..."

Jayce heard the slightly dissatisfied tone in Viktor's words. Piltover and Zaun have always had a long-standing grudge. He didn't want to go deeper into the topic, so he had to bring up his teacher first.

"The person closest to the Master of Knowledge in the entire city of Piltover is probably Professor Heimerdinger, right? He is the founder of the entire City of Progress. If even he cannot catch the Master of Knowledge's eye, then I am afraid—"

"What? Jace, do you still want to join the Genius Club?"

Jess immediately raised his hands. "I wouldn't dare say that, Victor. Self-knowledge is a must... I understand that. Even Professor Latio can't reach that threshold, so we have no chance."

Chapter 380 Pinocchio (Fifty-nine)

"No—you could just say there's no chance for the entire continent. And let's not even talk about the Genius Club. If someone could join the Elucidation Society and bring the knowledge of the universe to Piltover, that would be great. But we don't even have the ability to leave this continent."

...This is indeed a sad fact.

Even if they used Hextech crystals, the energy contained in them could only ensure that they could travel freely on the continent. As for more distant interstellar travel... it was still a dream.

As a child, Jace had heard tales of spirits from outer space, some of whom now resided on Mount Targon. Looking back now, he thought the spirits might be messengers from outer space, carrying messages from different star gods. If he were lucky enough to see one someday, he wondered if he could gain revelations from beyond the starry sky.

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"The two came to a larger, more luxurious room. As they continued forward, they found that the only door was locked."

"There was only a sand table in the middle of the room with missing parts. The two searched nearby and found a small floating archway."

“Gulliver’s Arch, you can remember such a small thing so clearly? The appearance of this thing reminds me of a tunnel that shrinks when you pass through it…”

Professor Latio interrupted him coldly: "If I were you, I would shut up immediately. Say less than what you shouldn't say."

"Okay." Shajin spread his hands.

"The two returned to the hall. After installing the arch, Shajin accidentally bumped into it. After a flash of blinding light, he found himself, like a Lilliputian, gazing up at Latio outside the sandbox."

“…Oh my god! I’ve become smaller? Am I dreaming?” Gold Dust was as happy as a child.

““Indeed you are.””

Gold Dust smiled cheerfully and waved at Latio. "Professor, you've grown so tall! I've actually ended up in the sandbox and become so small... How about we just leave? Find another opportunity to slip me into Sunday's collar and use that method to infiltrate the family..."

“…Tsk.”

Gold Dust shrugged: "Okay, I was just joking."

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Is it wrong to seek encounters in a dungeon?

"Hahaha, I didn't expect gold dust to make such a cute sound."

Hestia sat cross-legged on the worn sofa in the church basement, looking at Gold Sand, who looked like a child seeing a new toy. She was also curious for the first time.

Normally, this guy gave people the impression of being cunning, strong, and dangerous... But just now, it seemed as if for a moment, he had unloaded the heavy burden that was pressing on his back - his eyebrows and eyes relaxed, and he actually revealed a bit of the youthful, fresh and youthful energy that was unique to young people.

This sandbox is just his own playground.

"I thought he had experienced all kinds of happiness after becoming a P45 executive in the company, and he was no longer surprised by anything. It turns out that he has such a childish side." Hestia exclaimed in amazement.

"Perhaps Mr. Gold Dust simply found a little of his childhood here?" Bell shook his head, his white hair dyed a warm orange by the candlelight. "According to Professor Latio, Mr. Gold Dust was once a slave. After escaping a life-or-death crisis, he was busy proving his worth within the company. I'm afraid he never really enjoyed the joys of being a child in his life..."

"Bell-kun... after hearing what you said, I feel like a leader like him, who's above everyone else, is actually a bit pitiful."

Bell burst out laughing. "Lord God, if Mr. Gold Dust heard you say that, he might get angry, right? Hmm... No, given his personality, not only wouldn't he get angry, but he might actually try to exploit your sympathy and get more money out of you."

"...Now that you mention it, I think he's a bit hateful again."

-

Gold Dust looked up at the surrounding amusement facilities and skyscrapers, marveling, "Latio, you really should come in and see it. It's magnificent! I bet you could kill me with just a pinch."

"I heard Latio's voice in my head: "As long as I agree, I will execute it immediately."

"The two of them bickered while searching for puzzle pieces, and soon they had the doorway to their path. After leaving the sandbox and restoring it to its full size, they were only one door away from Sunday."

"I'm sorry to see you leave the sandbox alive. Sunday is behind this door. In my humble opinion, he's not someone you can easily deal with. Are you ready?" Latio asked.

Gold Dust confidently replied, "Well, I'm more confident that he's the one who needs to be prepared."

"Tell me about your plan."

“There’s no plan, just acting on the fly. There are only two bargaining chips in negotiations: profit or fear.”

"It seems you really don't understand sincerity."

Sha Jin spread his hands and said, "Am I not sincere enough? No need to emphasize this. We must make good use of death. That man's sister is dead, and he will definitely be very upset. This is [fear]. And I will help him find the murderer. Due to his status and position, he can't do it himself, but I can. This is [interest]."

Latio countered, "Why do you think he can't do it? Why do you have to entrust someone from the company who has opposing views?"

"It's simple—because the murderer is most likely a 'traitor' lurking within the family."

“…The person you accused earlier was the Sea Ranger.”

"Gold Sand chuckled softly and said, "That's just an excuse, Professor. There's something wrong with that woman, and I need someone to contain her. The fewer variables out of our sight, the better."

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One Piece.

"Hmph, he's quite a clever fellow." Crocodile blew out a puff of smoke. "He already knew Huang Quan wasn't the murderer. Even though his strategy of alienation wasn't very effective, at least he tried hard."

"But why does he care so much about Huang Quan? I remember that woman..." Crocodile patted his head. Some images in his mind were blurred, as if they had been submerged by sea water.

"Damn, what was that woman's ability—"

He kicked Buggy on the butt and said, "Tell me, what is Huang Quan's fighting style like? And what's the information about him?"

Bucky’s face was practically crumpled, his red nose twitching pitifully. “I, I can’t remember either…”

"Waste!" Crocodile grabbed Buggy's blue hair and kicked him aside. Buggy immediately shrank his neck like a frightened hermit crab and quickly moved away from the sand man to a relatively safe distance.

Chapter 381 Pinocchio (Sixty)

"It's just as Gold Sand said. There's something wrong with this woman." Hawkeye, who had been silent the whole time, suddenly interrupted. "It's not just you and Buggy. My memory is also having issues... One or two people might be fine, but it's impossible for all three of us to have issues with our memories at the same time."