I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game Chapter 143 - 143 143 True or False

Chapter 143: Chapter 143: True or False Chapter 143: Chapter 143: True or False The three had been walking for about half an hour when a dilapidated building gradually ca into view ahead.

The exterior of the building was peeling, and the windows were shattered, showing signs of being abandoned for a long ti. Zong Fang stopped walking, turned around, and looked at Qiao Suisui and Carl.

“We’ve arrived,” he said softly, “this place was once a post station in Dudleyne Village. I’ve found so docunts and materials here before. Although most of them have been damaged by moisture, there might still be so useful things left.”

Qiao Suisui stepped into the post station, filled with dust and the sll of dampness. On the walls hung so faded maps and pictures, and scattered docunts lay on a table, clearly showing traces of long-past habitation.

Qiao Suisui looked around; Carl peered out through the window to ensure no one was following them.

“Here is a journal that seems to be notes from an experinter.” Zong Fang’s voice drew Qiao Suisui and Carl’s attention; indeed, the journal detailed an entry about ‘enhancing the spiritual power of Beastn.’

Qiao Suisui mused, “There were experintal records in the underground laboratory too. If I’m not wrong, the Federation wants to research a potion that renders Beastn thoughtless and conscious, while maximizing their spiritual power and Talent.”

At her words, Zong Fang showed no reaction, while Carl gasped in horror, shaking his head in dismay: “That’s fucking twisted.”

“There’s more twisted stuff,” said Qiao Suisui as she flipped through the journal, pointing out a few pages, “This page, this one, and these ones—what do you notice?”

Carl read as he viewed, “‘How much is this?’ ‘Please pass the item,’ ‘The matter last ti has been settled’… nothing special, just so everyday conversations.”

“Do everyday conversations need to be written down on paper?” Qiao Suisui asked.

Carl was taken aback, then flipped through the whole journal again, finding many ordinarily spoken words presented in writing. Several pages even had responses in different handwriting from different individuals, discussing one matter.

“Can this person not speak?”

Qiao Suisui said solemnly, “Maybe they cannot speak. If these cruel experints were indeed initiated by the Federation, then the level of secrecy must be extrely high, and ordinary confidentiality agreents wouldn’t suffice for such explosive internal secrets, so… perhaps every worker in the underground laboratory has been rendered mute.”

Carl imdiately recalled a rumor he had heard back when he was with the Federation about a long-disappeared departnt whose every mber had been made tongueless. He had thought it ridiculous and never took it to heart, but recalling it now was chilling.

It was the quiet Zong Fang who spoke up: “Look at the last page of this journal.”

Qiao Suisui picked it up and flipped to the last page, which recorded so routine work. Her gaze stopped at an incomplete sentence that abruptly ended, suggesting the journal’s owner had left to attend to sothing else. She looked back and forth several tis but found nothing more.

“What about this page?” she asked.

Zong Fang said, “The date.”

Qiao Suisui imdiately looked at the date recorded at the top, hearing Zong Fang’s emotionless voice: “This day was the very day Dudleyne was bombed.”

At his words, Qiao Suisui swiftly looked at him, a trace of suspicion flashing in her eyes. She exchanged a glance with Carl, seeing doubt in each other’s eyes.

Carl, who ca from the Federation, did not even know the date of the Dudleyne bombing.

Neither showed any change in expression, listening as Zong Fang continued, “Although this journal isn’t especially important, the Federation has rules that paper docunts related to work can’t be disposed of carelessly, so if the experinter is alive, he must co back for the journal. But it being left here ans no one survived after that day. If we can figure out what exactly happened this day, everything will co to light.”

Qiao Suisui already knew what happened that day, based on the Archbishop’s account—they had been sent to Dudleyne, and then the Federation’s warships had bombed the place, engulfing them and the locals in flas. But she had never ntioned it to anyone, not even to Carl. Except for Sang Yan, those in the know were either from the Rebel Army or the Federation… why was Zong Fang so clear about this date, and he seed to be leading toward sothing.

She maintained her composure and asked, “So what should we do next?”

Zong Fang gave her a gentle smile and said, “We could visit the cri scene at the ti; we might discover sothing.”

Carl frowned in objection, “That place is too dangerous, Suisui, don’t go.”

This scene turned Qiao Suisui’s doubts into a near-certain belief—the Zong Fang before her was different from the one in her mory who always prioritized her safety above all.

She steadied her furiously beating heart, trying to keep her expression natural.

“I’ll listen to you, then. When do we set out?”

Zong Fang briefly strategized with them; Carl wanted to object but Qiao Suisui quietly pinched his palm. Carl’s back stiffened, and he fell silent, starting to carefully observe Zong Fang’s every move.

Over several days in the Death Bone Prison, they found nothing but corpses. One day, Zong Fang’s arm was accidentally cut, and Qiao Suisui stood still for a mont upon seeing it, then hastily bowed her head, pretending to get dicine from the kit to disguise her expression.

As she treated Zong Fang’s wound, she seemingly casually brought up, “That thing I had Carl give you last ti, don’t you have anything to say to after seeing it?”

Zong Fang looked down, silent for a second or two, then smiled as he took her hand gently, “Of course I do, but I’d like to talk about it when we’re out together.”

Qiao Suisui pretended to pull away shyly, “I took a long ti to write that letter, deleting and editing, but it’s all what I wanted to say to you.”

Zong Fang caressed her cheek softly and said, “I know, Qiaoqiao, I’ve received all your sentints.” After speaking, he embraced her, appearing to be deeply in love.

“I’m glad you received it,” Qiao Suisui responded, her fingertips trembling.

After bandaging Zong Fang’s wound, she excused herself to leave. As she turned, the shy smile instantly disappeared, replaced by a cold sharpness.

She had never written a letter to Zong Fang.

She had also returned his Talent a long ti ago, but the wound on this Zong Fang before her didn’t show any signs of self-healing.

In the days that followed, Qiao Suisui and Carl developed an understanding; on one hand, they needed to remain alert around Zong Fang while acting as if they noticed nothing, business as usual; on the other hand, they secretly observed, trying to figure out the purpose of this ‘Fake Zongfang.’