152: Chapter 152 I Just Need to Exert a Little Effort 152: Chapter 152 I Just Need to Exert a Little Effort “Ugh…ugh…”
Li Mumu’s two fingers plunged directly into Arthur’s neck, hooking gently to tear apart his trachea and artery.
A low, groaning sound escaped from Arthur’s mouth, his mind hadn’t yet grasped what had happened, but his body had already rapidly lost strength.
One hand covered the area around his throat while the other supported his gradually collapsing body.
Li Mumu quickly scanned her surroundings to ensure no one was watching before grabbing his belt and hoisting him up.
Splash—
About three or four seconds later, the faint sound of a heavy object hitting the water reached their ears.
Not bothering to wipe the blood off her hands, Li Mumu picked up the notebook and ran back to her room.
Wendy was lying in bed, not dead—just sleeping, although she liked to pose as a corpse ready for burial, making no sound at all during her sleep; if not for the rise and fall of her chest, she would seem truly dead.
Li Mumu kicked her awake.
“You’d better have a good reason, or else…”
Wendy, who had roamed about all night and had barely slept for an hour, was at her most vulnerable when she opened her eyes filled with bloodshot veins.
However, seeing the notebook in Li Mumu’s hands, she instantly snapped to alertness.
“Where did you find that?”
“Some wretch brought it right to me.”
“Are you sure it’s the same one as before?”
“Do you think it’s common to run into someone on the ship with a notebook like this in their pocket?
Who in their right mind carries a notebook for no reason?” Li Mumu was visibly frustrated.
She had a premonition before boarding the ship, but she hadn’t expected verification so soon.
Clearly, she was entangled by something.
Don’t talk about coincidences—their wiles weren’t new to anyone who wasn’t new to the game.
Wendy looked at the notebook in Li Mumu’s hand but refrained from suggesting, “throw it into the sea.”
This would only treat the symptoms, not the root cause.
A notebook costs only a few dollars, right?
If there wasn’t someone meddling behind the scenes, how could something discarded in a trash bin reappear on the ship?
If there really was someone scheming, even if you threw the notebook into the sea now, chopped it up, and burned it clean, couldn’t they just produce another identical one and continue to manipulate you into believing this was a fated entanglement?”
“I think you should keep it for now.
Since it’s fixated on you, it must have an ulterior motive, but what exactly could it be after?
You could keep an eye on it, and we’ll address it once it shows its true colors.”
“Just like that?”
“What else can we do?
It’s your fault for bringing it back.
Where’s the wretch?”
It was only at this moment that Li Mumu realized that her actions might have been too extreme: “I threw that wretch into the sea.”
“Are you crazy!”
“I just couldn’t control myself at that moment; he had grossed me out too much, and the sudden sight of the notebook made my blood boil…”
“Didn’t you say you wanted to change your ways?”
Wendy stared at Li Mumu with cold, dead-fish eyes, “Why are you still such a fool who doesn’t think things through?”
Li Mumu forced a laugh, “Just this once, it won’t happen again!”
“What did the person look like?
Does he have any family?
If they find out he’s missing, will they come looking for him?”
At this point, Wendy could only calm down and start thinking of ways to cover for Li Mumu.
She had done this countless times over the past decade.
She had thought that after the successful Spirit Possession Ceremony, Li Mumu would become a bit more mature and steady.
Yet, he was still all thumbs and even brazenly boasted about being a transmigrator.
He was a disgrace to all transmigrators!
[You start to recall the person’s appearance.]
[Because he was so slick, it was torture for you.]
[You gradually remember your proficient sketching skills.]
Li Mumu picked up a pen and swiftly sketched the appearance of the young man named Arthur, then turned it around to show Wendy.
“I think I remember him, he must be on our level.”
Unlike Li Mumu, who buried his nose in books, Wendy had no patience for hefty volumes.
She had her own stubborn worldview and was completely uninterested in others’ theories and ideas.
If she said she wouldn’t study, then she wouldn’t, dead set against it.
While Li Mumu was focused on studying and reviewing, she would wander around alone.
These past few days, she had roamed every corner of the ship and, out of sheer boredom, even started studying the passenger list.
“He definitely wasn’t alone, seemed like he boarded with his parents and servants.
If he doesn’t return tonight, his family is surely going to come looking for him.”
If this were in Safo City, it would be completely normal for someone to go out for a walk and suddenly disappear without a trace, dead or alive.
But this was on a ship.
Although Cosmos wasn’t small, in the vast expanse of the sea, it was still a confined space.
If someone suddenly disappeared and couldn’t be found anywhere, it would be evident right away that something unfortunate had happened.
Though Li Mumu considered her methods clean with no witnesses or traces left behind, if the family of the missing became relentless, and they encountered someone who liked to dig deeper, like a police officer or detective, then it might reveal something.
That’s how novels often went.
So to be safe, it was necessary to manage the loose ends.
“Kill his entire family?”
Wendy first suggested the most convenient and quick solution, “Isn’t that a bit excessive?”
“It is a bit.”
Li Mumu sighed, “Actually, I shouldn’t have killed him.
I was too impulsive.
Maybe he knew nothing and was just a pawn manipulated by others.”
Although she regretted it now, at that moment, when the other party suddenly took out a notebook with an arrogant look of triumph, who wouldn’t misunderstand?
At first, she really thought he was there to scare her, and only after she had reacted instinctively did she realize the other person was just a nobody with a combat strength below five.
“Then let’s divert attention.”
Wendy immediately came up with a second suggestion, “I’ll disguise myself as him, and you put on some makeup too.
Let’s go around to other places.
This way, when his family is looking for him, they’ll get information that he was ‘lured away by another woman’.
It will buy us a day or two.
By the time his family senses something wrong a day or two later, they’ll find nothing even if they search.”
“If there really is a zealous detective on board, won’t we be outsmarting ourselves?”
“If it so ‘happens’ a detective does appear, wouldn’t that be even better!”