"What are you hiding." Chen Yu sneered, slowly standing up with his hands in his pockets, looking up at the sky at a 45-degree angle. "Speak plainly, that’s always been my creed."
"...Chen Yu, I hope you’re joking." After calming down, murderous intent overflowed from the young man’s eyes.
"Are we close? Joking with you?" Chen Yu turned and walked toward the riverbank. "Follow , let’s see it with your own eyes."
The young man followed imdiately with a sour expression.
anwhile, the rest of the people looked at each other for a long ti and then got up, following him.
"Wait." The young man paused in his steps and turned to point at the stout man in armor. "You, stay here."
"Why?" The stout man said, taken aback.
"No reason, it’s an order."
Upon hearing this, the stout man hesitated for a mont and reluctantly nodded.
So,
when everyone followed Chen Yu to the riverbank and "saw" the remains scattered all around again, a chill instantly swept through each of them...
"You really did kill him..." the young man in the flat cap said, his breathing gradually becoming labored.
Chen Yu: "Not too shabby."
"So, you’re admitting you’re a ’traitor’," the young man suddenly burst out with an aura of terror at C-level and stared unwaveringly at Chen Yu.
"Traitor?" Chen Yu spread his hands. "When did I beco a traitor?"
"Then why did you kill him?"
"He attacked first, can’t I defend myself?"
"That’s a la excuse!" A man with a mushroom haircut among the crowd suddenly spoke up. "What reason would he have to attack you first?"
"A reason for attacking ?" Chen Yu pondered. "Maybe... um, maybe I shat on his face."
Everyone: "???"
The mushroom-haired Transcendent was stunned. "What... what kind of joke is that?"
On the side, the worried fat neighbor, upon hearing this, hurriedly ran to the remains, pointing at the corpse’s head with excitent, hopping around. "It’s true! My Yu wasn’t lying! There’s really shit on his face!"
The long-haired man, who had been silent till then, stepped forward, touched the corpse’s face, and sided with the claim, "He’s right. It’s shit. And it’s quite loose."
The girl: "..."
The girl: "Sorry, I’ll go back and rest for a bit."
"Don’t go," Chen Yu stopped Li Yao, saying tenderly, "My two good brothers are both willing to testify for . Don’t you want to say anything?"
The girl: "Don’t touch . You shit spirit."
Chen Yu: "..."
"Don’t bla your sister-in-law," the fat neighbor consoled. "Well, Yu, what on Earth did you eat today? Why can’t you stop shitting. Sister-in-law clearly doesn’t like that you poop so much."
"Who is your sister-in-law?" The girl’s face changed. "Who dislikes him shitting so much?"
The fat neighbor was stunned. "You like it when Yu poops a lot?"
The girl’s face turned red. "You... him... what does him shitting have to do with a Labrador?"
"Stop fighting," Chen Yu put his arm around the girl with one hand and the fat neighbor with the other, walking them all towards the camp. "We’re all family here, let’s go back and talk."
"No problem," the fat neighbor nodded. "Sister-in-law, I apologize."
"And you, bro," Chen Yu called back to the long-haired man. "Co with us."
The long-haired man: "Sure!"
The young man in the flat cap: "..."
Slowly taking off his cap, the young man was furiously aggrieved, swiftly stepped in front of the group blocking them. "You all, taking for a fart?"
"Why should we falsely belittle ourselves, brother?" Chen Yu wondered.
"Stop your nonsense," the young man stepped forward, face to face with Chen Yu. "Even if you shat on his face, there’s river water right beside him, he could just wash it off. Would he kill you just for that?"
"Your highness," the long-haired man raised his hand. "Anyone getting shit on their face wouldn’t just let it go easily."
"Shut up." The young man’s gaze turned icy. "Did I speak to you?"
"Don’t get mad," Chen Yu replied carelessly. "You’re right, he might not kill just over this ’little’ incident. But, this, the motive is clear now."
Saying this, he drew out "My Sister’s White Teeth" and fished out a small square tal box from the scattered remains.
The youth in the duckbill cap squinted his eyes, bent down, and picked up the blood-stained box to thoroughly examine it, then exclaid in horror, "A low-frequency locator?!"
"I don’t know anything about low frequency or high frequency," Chen Yu said as he pulled a similarly blood-soaked parchnt from the corpse’s tattered clothes. "All I know is this thing should be a secret communication from the foreigners. It’s all in their language, I can’t understand it."
The youth imdiately picked up the parchnt, unfolded it, and read, his expression growing increasingly grim.
"How is it?" Chen Yu asked, smiling slightly, "He’s a traitor, isn’t he?"
Putting down the parchnt, the youth looked incredibly solemn, "I can’t understand these characters either."
"Then stop pretending. Anyway, the enemy’s goal was to kill to infuriate the ’Law Enforcent Center’ and cause our mission to fail. Too bad, I was one step ahead and killed them first."
"Your Highness, I’m familiar with many foreign scripts," the long-haired man said as he reached out his hand, "Let have a look."
The youth replied, "First wash the shit off your hands."
The long-haired man: "..."
"Your Highness, let try," the girl said as she glanced at Chen Yu and took the parchnt from the youth’s hand, unfolding it to read.
"Alright," the youth nodded. "Thank you, Miss Li."
The chubby neighbor muttered softly, "That’s the sister-in-law..."
Three minutes later, under everyone’s watchful eyes, the girl put down the parchnt.
The youth in the duckbill cap asked anxiously, "What does it say? Is the deceased really a traitor?"
"Whether he’s a traitor, I can’t judge," the girl shook her head. "Because what’s written on this parchnt is an ancient poem from the ’Ye Shi Tribe.’ The phrasing is archaic and obscure; I can barely make out that it’s about a landscape."
"Do you really understand it?" At this mont, the long-haired man, having washed his hands, ran over, snatched the parchnt, and after spending six seconds reading the entire text, imdiately said, "What’s written here is so clear? ’Traitor, you must kill Chen Yu and spoil the human plan. But rember, be wary of that exceedingly handso, strong, and long-haired Transcendent. He’s very intelligent and can easily foil our plot.’"
The crowd: "..."
The youth: "Get lost."
The long-haired man: "Fine."
Holding the parchnt in his left hand and squeezing the iron box with his right, the youth in the duckbill cap gave Chen Yu a deep look, then shouted to everyone, "Everyone, back to the camp! Team three, collect your teammate’s bodies and bring them back to the camp too. Team one! Guard Chen Yu closely; once I discover the truth, we’ll decide what to do."
"Yes!" the Transcendents responded in unison.
...
Just like that.
The "Diplomatic Squad," barely a day into their mission and not yet abroad, was already down by two mbers.
Chen Yu, as the "suspect" in the consecutive killings of his teammates, was surrounded by a trio from team one.
They kept watch all night to prevent Chen Yu from "escaping out of guilt."
And as ti passed.
The night deepened.
After two o’clock in the morning, everyone in the camp was sound asleep.
One of the team one mbers—a man with an earring—slowly got up from the campfire, went to the edge of the camp, patted his companion’s shoulder, and said, "It’s your turn, I’ll take over."
"Huh?" His companion, puzzled, looked up at him and then checked the ti on his phone, "You’re supposed to take over at three."
"Can’t sleep, an hour won’t make a difference. You go rest."
"No need, no need," his companion waved it off casually. "We’re all Transcendents, we have plenty of energy. It doesn’t matter if we sleep or not..."
"Bang!"
Before he could finish, the hand that the man with the earring had on his companion’s shoulder crushed sothing. A light gray powder suddenly dispersed, enveloping his companion’s entire head.
Following that, the companion’s originally alert consciousness instantly beca murky. His eyes beca vacant, his pupils dilated, and he swayed and fell forward.
The man with the earring imdiately supported him, silently laying him on the ground, then glanced back at the camp not far behind him before looking at Chen Yu.
Chen Yu also slowly opened his eyes.
The two n, one standing and one sitting, looked at each other for a long ti.
Chen Yu was the first to speak, "What are you doing?"
"Shh, follow ," the man with the earring gestured for silence then carefully picked up his unconscious teammate, beckoned to Chen Yu, and stepped out of the camp.
Chen Yu’s eyes flickered; without hesitation, he silently followed.
...
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