Chapter 83: Suspicion

Chapter 83: Suspicion

“Detonation, serial number 22. Element-type.” White Rabbit put down the bowl of porridge. “Touch someone’s body, and the body part explodes. Perhaps there are other ways the Talent can be used, but that’s what we know so far.”

“I thought it was a Damage-type Talent.” Wu Dahai’s voice grew weak again after putting up the front for a while. “Why did he come after the Damage Rune Circuit when he has an Element-type Talent?”

“He may not be after it for himself. There must be someone behind him. Outside of the three major organizations, there are quite a lot of fringe groups in Li City.” White Rabbit turned to Gao Yang, befuddled. “Why are you so quiet all of a sudden?”

“I don’t know what to say,” Gao Yang lied.

“Well, why don’t you look after Wu Dahai for a while? I have things to take care of.” White Rabbit rose to her feet. Gao Yang gave her a nod before sitting down by Wu Dahai’s bed.

“Take care of me?” Wu Dahai grumbled. “I’m not dying or anything.”

Gao Yang asked on purpose, “How did you not know Detonation, Wu Dahai?”

“There are too many Talents. How am I supposed to remember everything? I only picked a few I found interesting to read about...” Wu Dahai’s head drooped, his eyes falling closed and his breathing growing slow and heavy. “I’ve got to memorize everything from now on... Fuck was I caught off guard...”

Soon, Wu Dahai fell asleep.

Gao Yang quietly stood up and tucked him in before leaving the room. N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.

...

Snake Room, -6F. Three o’clock in the morning.

Qing Ling walked out of the women’s bathroom with a white towel around her body, holding a wooden bucket with towel, shower gel, shampoo, and a bottle of special ointment inside. Her face, shoulders, arms, and legs were all covered in bruises.

She had been under War Tiger’s hellish training every day. The difficulty of the training correlated positively to the speed of her progress. She thought she would be able to level up God of Blades immediately when she got the Damage Rune Circuit yesterday, but it didn’t go her way.

Like an odd form of temper tantrum, she insisted on War Tiger training with her for another ten hours or so, essentially playing a human punching bag with no emotions. As the one beating her up, War Tiger was actually feeling uncomfortable, and when Qing Ling still refused to stop, he forced her to rest. Only then did she go take a bath and retire to her room.

Qing Ling stopped walking when she found the bench in the breakroom occupied by someone. It was Gao Yang.

Gao Yang smiled at her and greeted, “You haven’t been at school these past couple of days. You didn’t move into the dorm, did you?”

“What is it?” Qing Ling didn’t care about anything other than leveling up, and she had no time for small talks.

Qing Ling put the towel back on after the ointment had been applied. She stood up from the bench and looked down at Gao Yang with icy eyes. “If you aren’t talking, I’m going.”

“You would get dragged into this if I told you.”

Qing Ling was as level-headed as ever. “And if the spy isn’t taken out, everyone would be in danger.”

“The one I suspect is...” Gao Yang looked up to meet her eyes. “Officer Huang.”

After a moment of silence, Qing Ling turned around and started walking. “My room.”

...

Two minutes later, Gao Yang found himself in Qing Ling’s single room.

It was clean. The rectangular room had everything one would need, including a bed, a closet, a washing machine, a dryer, AC, a small fridge, and a microwave. There was a white laundry basket in a corner of the room, inside was a pile of clothes she had changed out of.

Qing Ling opened the closet built into the wall and took out a set of pink bear pajamas. Immediately, she took off the towel and put the pajamas on, not bothered by Gao Yang’s presence at all.

Gao Yang awkwardly turned away and insulted Wu Dahai’s typical otaku taste in his head. What were those colorful clothes? They didn’t fit Qing Ling at all.

After getting changed, Qing Ling opened the small fridge and took out a seafood sandwich and a carton of milk. She put the sandwich into the microwave for heating. Then she opened the carton of milk and downed it in one go with her head tipped upward, her throat moving as she gulped.

She threw away the now empty carton and sat down on her bed, gesturing at the only chair in the room for Gao Yang to take a seat.

Gao Yang sat down. When he noticed the milk at the corner of her mouth, he pointed at his own mouth, “Here.”

Qing Ling frowned. “There’s nothing wrong with your mouth.”

“It’s your mouth. There’s milk here.”

“Oh.” Qing Ling licked it clean rather than wiping it off.

Seeing her licking milk off the corner of her mouth with such a serious expression—dressed in cute pajamas, no less—was so at odds with her usual image that Gao Yang couldn’t help but laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” Qing Ling asked.

“Nothing.” Gao Yang cleared his throat. “Let’s get to business.”

“Why did you suspect Officer Huang?”

“He lied to us.”