Chapter 16 Teammates

Just as An Xuan had turned around, preparing to leave, a voice suddenly rang out behind him. Due to the backlight, he first saw a pair of straight legs.

"I'll go with you," Zuo Jing walked out, "Mr. An."

An Xuan visibly paused, then his eyes scanned Zuo Jing's curvaceous figure before he nodded after a moment and said, "Then I'll have to trouble Miss Zuo."

"You're welcome."

After An Xuan and Zuo Jing's figures slowly disappeared, the remaining four people no longer hesitated and began to rush towards the stage from last night.

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"Doctor," Fatty said, looking around left and right, seemingly worried about an ambush or someone following them, until he found nothing unusual, then he continued, "I was scared to death just now. I thought that blood..."

"Was Tang Shirou's?" Jiang Cheng replied indifferently.

Fatty nodded fiercely upon hearing this. "Of course! When I saw that girl just now, her whole body... her whole body..." He gestured, roughly meaning that her skin was gone, how terrifying and frightening it was.

Xia Meng had been following behind the two of them. Ever since they left, her expression had become very strange, as if there was something she couldn't figure out.

"Don't you guys find it strange?" Xia Meng suddenly asked.

Although she asked "you guys," the person she was looking at was only Jiang Cheng.

Fatty blinked and hummed, "The way you ask that, can you tell me what isn't strange here? Someone just died, and in that way, and these immoral things actually served us duck blood?"

"Isn't this deliberately disgusting people?" Fatty said angrily, "I'm never eating duck blood again."

Hearing this, Jiang Cheng stopped, and Fatty, not paying attention, almost bumped into the doctor.

"What do you want to say?" Jiang Cheng asked, looking at her.

"Could it be..." Xia Meng raised her head and asked in a tentative tone, "that there was... something else mixed in that duck blood?"

"Human blood," Jiang Cheng said.

Xia Meng nodded.

"That shouldn't be the case," Fatty licked his lips, seemingly still savoring the taste, "At least, it tasted like duck blood to me. There shouldn't have been anything else mixed in."

Hearing this, Xia Meng glanced at Fatty, then turned her gaze back to Jiang Cheng's face, clearly asking if what this fatty was saying was reliable.

"When it comes to eating, I think it's still reliable," Jiang Cheng thought of the scene of him and Fatty eating hot pot together and nodded.

Hearing the doctor's words, Fatty's neck also straightened up.

"Then that's strange. NPCs shouldn't do such boring things," Xia Meng exhaled. "There must be something wrong here."

"Could it be..." Her pupils shrank, as if she had thought of something very important, and this thing itself... was also very incredible.

When she met Jiang Cheng's eyes, Xia Meng suddenly narrowed her eyes: "You thought of it too, right?"

Jiang Cheng nodded, "Just thought of it," he raised his hand and gestured, "Just a second faster than you."

Fatty looked at the doctor, then turned his head to look at Xia Meng, feeling that his advantage had instantly disappeared. "What did you guys see?"

"The food box contained..." Xia Meng said with a gloomy face, "Not necessarily all duck blood."

Fatty was stunned for a moment, then his eyes widened. "Are you saying... there was human blood mixed in one of the nine bowls of duck blood?"

"Impossible, although the taste of human blood..." His expression was awkward for a moment, then he immediately said, "But the taste of duck blood is so special, you can always tell the difference, right?"

"Could it be that the person has never eaten duck blood before?" Fatty was a little nervous, seemingly trying to corroborate his guess as much as possible to comfort himself.

"Maybe the person who ate the human blood was a vegetarian, or had a problem with their sense of taste," Jiang Cheng said calmly.

Although the doctor said it very seriously, Fatty heard another meaning from it.

The doctor also felt that these assumptions were very unlikely.

Moreover, Fatty himself was more interested in food, so he paid more attention to the dishes. The dishes for the past two days had mostly been meat dishes, and he hadn't seen anyone deliberately avoiding them.

Fatty swallowed, so there was only one truth left.

Someone among them had tasted that there was something wrong with the blood but didn't say anything and ate it all, bite by bite.

After all, when the middle-aged woman collected the bowls, they were all empty.

What kind of god-like teammates are these…

After the initial discomfort, Fatty began to suspect that it was because the doctor was too strong that the teammates he was matched with were always so perverted.

And this time, there was also Xia Meng.

In this high-difficulty mission filled with orphans, lunatics, perverts, and disguise fanatics, Fatty felt that he was truly unworthy to participate.

He was afraid that the doctor would lose points, and even more afraid that he would be taken for first blood by his teammates if he wasn't careful.

Fatty looked around, feeling like he had poked a nest of orphans: "Give me a way out, family."

......

"Tap, tap, tap."

An Xuan squinted as he walked ahead, the leather-like soles of his shoes stepping on the cobblestone path, making a pleasant sound.

Zuo Jing followed behind him.

Along the way, the two had no communication.

After they arrived at the place where Young Master Huang lived, they chose a secluded spot and went straight in.

There was an abandoned rockery there, which seemed to have been prepared as a landscape, but was later abandoned, and the surrounding area was covered with weeds half a person tall.

Even if they did something inside, no one would notice.

Hiding behind the rock, An Xuan stared at Zuo Jing. The strange feeling on his face was gone, and he became formal. He suddenly opened his mouth and said, "You were too reckless."

He frowned, as if dissatisfied with the latter.

"You should have waited for me to leave, pulled someone along, used the excuse of suspecting me, and followed me here," An Xuan continued, "Then, find an opportunity to pretend to be following me and get discovered, then lose them, and finally shake them off and come to the agreed location to meet me."

He paused, "This way, even if they suspect, they will only suspect me. You can then make up something to point all the suspicions at me, so that no one will suspect us."

"I know," Zuo Jing said in a low voice, "But the information said..."

"Hoo—" An Xuan pursed his lips, staring at the direction they came from through the gap, then looked at Zuo Jing and said in a serious tone, "This time the information is wrong. The problem is not with that girl named Tang Shirou. She's just an ordinary person."

"So it wasn't her," Zuo Jing nodded upon hearing this. "I didn't think so at first either. Her awareness of your methods was completely lacking. Her sense of smell was too poor."

"Damn it," An Xuan clenched his fist. "The more she is like this, the more I feel that there is something wrong with her. I thought she was hiding some trump card."

"It's already like this," Zuo Jing patted An Xuan's shoulder and comforted him, "It's still important to complete the task. After all, the information was wrong, and the higher-ups will understand."

"Do you have any suspects on your side?" An Xuan took a deep breath and asked, tilting his head.