You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

Chapter 543 About Wang Lina

Moonlight flowed like water across the worn wooden floorboards of the Hidden Mist Village. Brass wind chimes hung from the eaves swayed gently in the night breeze, emitting crisp sounds. The chill of late autumn seeped through the cracks in the room, casting a subtle chill over the entire space.

Tang Yin stood by the window, his slender fingers rhythmically tapping the mottled windowsill. He wore a dark coat, the hems swaying gently in the evening breeze. The moonlight outlined his angular profile, adding a touch of mystery to his deep eyes.

"In a group, the probability of there being two crazy people is much lower than just one." His voice was low and magnetic, like a sharp scalpel, easily cutting through the false calm of the night.

The single wall lamp emitted a dim glow, casting flickering shadows on the wall. In the interplay of light and shadow, Tang Yin turned, his movements graceful and composed, as if he were performing a carefully choreographed performance. "I think we should consider how it is possible to make an entire group of ordinary people, after being randomly selected, instantly become murderers."

A yellowed ancient book lay open on the desk. Tang Yin's fingertips lightly traced the blurred words as he continued, "Otherwise, with the brutal killings every night, there's a possibility of internal strife within the Wolf Camp, right?"

Qin Ming, standing at the other end of the room, shuddered slightly. He was thin, wearing a navy blue wool sweater, and leaning against an old mahogany bookshelf. Upon hearing Tang Yin's words, his eyes flickered, and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously: "...Now that you mention it..."

He seemed to have thought of something, and his voice suddenly became erratic, like a dandelion blown away by the wind: "...According to the teacher, all we need to do is impart the ideas."

"Hmm?" Tang Yin raised his eyebrows, and a glimmer of inquiry flashed in his dark eyes.

Qin Ming's gaze fell on an area on the floor illuminated by moonlight, as if there was something there that could give him courage: "The key is that we must believe in the correctness of our actions."

Hearing this, Tang Yin's eyes suddenly lit up, like stars suddenly flashing in the night sky: "...So, the wolf believes in the correctness of his own actions? I see, this idea is very interesting, and it is also a common method of launching a nationwide war."

Qin Ming slowly raised his head, a look of worry crossing his pale face. The light from the wall lamp reflected on his face, making the worry seem more real. "Well, I've studied this... But aren't your ideas a little extreme?"

"What do you mean?" Tang Yin's voice was filled with curiosity.

Qin Ming slowly walked to the window, his thin figure outlined in the moonlight. His shadow stretched long across the floor, seemingly reaching every corner of the room. "Most women in this village are very traditional, leaving decision-making to men. Xiaomei, for example, is one of those people."

The fog outside the window grew thicker, as if it was about to swallow up the entire village. Qin Ming paused and continued, "Is it possible that the wolf is a male and a female, with the male in charge of leading and killing, and the female obeying the male's orders?"

The night wind rustled the curtains, making a slight rustling sound, as if some creature were whispering in the shadows. Qin Ming's voice softened as well. "Perhaps it's just that I didn't hesitate when I killed someone last night. Actually, internal conflicts often occur between us."

Tang Yin's fingers tapped lightly on the windowsill, making a rhythmic sound. "Well, you're right. However, the Huangquan Ji Feast has never been abandoned since ancient times. This must be hiding some secret."

He turned to face Qin Ming, his gaze piercing the thick night sky towards the village shrouded in fog in the distance. "How exactly does an ordinary person become a murderer? Your opinion on this point is quite interesting."

Qin Ming's expression suddenly became stiff, as if frozen. "...Um, can you use another word? It's already this time."

Tang Yin was stunned for a moment, then smiled a slightly apologetic smile. In the dim light, the smile seemed particularly sincere: "...Sorry, sorry, I was too careless. Oh, and I have another question."

"Okay." Qin Ming's voice was as light as a feather falling to the ground.

The air in the room suddenly grew heavy, and Tang Yin's voice also grew serious. "My previous speculation was based on the premise that no supernatural phenomena had occurred. Do you think any supernatural phenomena had occurred here?"

Qin Ming's body trembled noticeably, and his voice was filled with uneasiness that was difficult to conceal: "...Although I don't want to admit it, I think it did happen."

"Why? Did you see gods or monsters?" Tang Yin's question was like a sharp knife, pointing directly to the core of the problem.

"No..." Qin Ming shook his head, his expression becoming extremely complicated, as if he was recalling something terrible. "Well, it's hard to put it into words."

He walked to the center of the room, his hands unconsciously clenching and unclenching. The light from the wall lamp cast a huge shadow on him, which was distorted and deformed on the wall, appearing particularly strange. "Four outsiders came to this remote place at the same time, and then fog appeared, as if controlled by some will."

Tang Yin remained silent, staring intently at Qin Ming. His gaze seemed to see through his heart.

The fog outside the window seemed to come alive, slowly flowing. Qin Ming's voice was particularly clear in the silent room: "No matter how you think about it, this level of fog can't be man-made, right?"

His gaze became profound, as if he wanted to see through the fog and see something. "It's clearly a forbidden room, but he could go in and kill people as if nothing had happened. It's strange to think about it."

Suddenly, the wall lamp flickered violently, casting an eerie shadow on the wall. Qin Ming continued, "If one of us had truly committed murder, we wouldn't have remained indifferent, and we would have left evidence behind."

His voice gradually became firm, as if he had finally made up his mind: "Since it can't be explained by common sense, then it can only be explained by supernatural phenomena."

The room fell into a dead silence, broken only by the distant cry of an owl. Thick fog swirled outside the window, like the breath of some mysterious creature. The light from the wall lamp flickered, adding a touch of eerie atmosphere to the scene. Tang Yin and Qin Ming's shadows stretched, interweaving into twisted shapes on the floor, as if foreshadowing the shocking truth that was about to be revealed.

The old wooden houses groaned softly in the night wind, as if revealing the village's unknown secrets. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, all doubts and fears condensed in this foggy night.

Moonlight, like a veil, gently enveloped the old wooden houses of the Hidden Mist Village. The distant chirping of insects was particularly clear in this eerie night. The air was filled with a damp smell, mixed with the unique musty smell of wood, which made people feel indescribably depressed. Tang Yin stood in front of the window, his eyes slightly lowered. He was wearing a dark woolen coat, and a few drops of wet water were stained on the collar, which shone faintly in the dim light. His face looked particularly pale in the light, and his dark eyes seemed to hide countless inexplicable thoughts.

"...Really? I see. I'm sorry for asking so many strange questions." There was a hint of apology in his voice, but it seemed to conceal some deeper meaning.

The fog outside the window grew thicker, as if it was about to swallow up the entire village. Tang Yin's gaze pierced through the mist and gazed towards the hazy woods in the distance. After a pause, he raised his head again, a glint of inquiry flashing in his dark eyes. "By the way, who do you think is the wolf?"

As soon as the question was uttered, the atmosphere in the room froze. The old wooden floorboards creaked slightly, as if trembling at the danger of this question.

Qin Ming's expression suddenly grew serious. He frowned slightly, a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes. A maturity and dignity belied his age. "Tang Yin, I'm sorry, this matter is related to the banquet. You are not qualified to ask this question."

"Excuse me." Tang Yin's voice was filled with apology, but his eyes were still as calm as water, like a bottomless lake, making it impossible to see his true thoughts.

Qin Ming walked to the desk and his fingers unconsciously stroked the wood grain on the table.

A bronze lamp sat on the table, its dim light casting flickering shadows on his thin face. His eyes fell on the open notebook on the table, which was densely written with something: "We must reach a consensus through a banquet and choose someone to be sacrificed."

The wind outside the house picked up, gently fluttering the curtains. Qin Ming's gaze fell on the distant village shrouded in mist. A hint of suppressed tension lingered in his voice, "Raising suspicions carries a huge risk..."

His fingers unconsciously clenched, his knuckles turning white. "If I'm caught saying something inappropriate, it might be used against me by others, and it could be the deciding factor in my execution."

Qin Ming's shadow stretched out in the night. He turned and looked directly into Tang Yin's eyes, his gaze as sharp as a knife. "Your question makes me think someone is maliciously taking advantage of you. Let's stop here."

"...You're right. I apologize from the bottom of my heart." There was sincerity in Tang Yin's voice. He lowered his head slightly, and his long bangs covered his eyes, making it difficult to see his expression at the moment.

"Nothing, but," Qin Ming's voice suddenly became low, as if he was suppressing some strong emotions, "Although I won't blindly think that you are an ominous person, I won't trust you completely either." He paused, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a regular sound, "If you are related to Qin Yi's death, I will..."

"What would you do?" Tang Yin looked at him calmly, with a hint of inquiry in his voice.

Moonlight filtered through the window sill, casting mottled shadows on the floor like a mysterious spell. Qin Ming cast a serious look at Tang Yin, his pupils constricted in the dim light. His voice was firm and cold: "I will avenge him as his brother."

These words echoed in the room, carrying an undisguised murderous intent. Tang Yin's mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, it turned into a sigh: "...Is that so? I understand how you feel. To avoid suspicion, put me in the cage today too."

The word "cage" made the atmosphere in the room even more solemn. It was a facility in the village used to detain suspicious individuals. The iron bars were still rusted, and it was unknown how many people had been imprisoned there.

"It's better not to do that." Qin Ming shook his head, his eyes sweeping across the gradually darkening sky outside the window.

"Why?" Tang Yin asked with a frown.

"Today's party won't end so soon. If it continues until dusk, it will be too late." Qin Ming explained, a hint of anxiety in his voice. "Just stay in your room in the dormitory. We will use wooden sticks to block the door from outside."

"...I see. This isn't bad either," Tang Yin replied softly, his gaze scanning the room as if assessing the reliability of this makeshift cage. He mused to himself, this young man was truly exceptionally intelligent. If Zhao Gang was a talent for on-site management, then Qin Ming was a genius for overall management. In this perilous village, such a mind was undoubtedly the most precious resource.

"I have a question, too," Qin Ming suddenly spoke, breaking the brief silence. His tone was hesitant, as if he was carefully choosing his words.

"Ah, go ahead." Tang Yin turned slightly, and the moonlight poured in from behind him, casting a long shadow on the floor.

"Do you like Sister Lina?" The question came suddenly, adding a hint of ambiguity to the air. Qin Ming's eyes flashed with a subtle nervousness.

"Hmm..." Tang Yin was slightly startled. He hadn't expected such a personal topic to suddenly come up in such a tense atmosphere. He was silent for a moment before slowly speaking, "Morally, I might deny it, but I do have feelings for her."

"...Is that so?" Qin Ming's voice was a little low, as if he was hurt by something.

"She has a cheerful personality. If I confess my feelings to her, maybe we can really have a chance to date her. Of course, it's not limited to me alone." Tang Yin's words were honest and frank, but also seemed to carry a hint of temptation.

"..." Qin Ming was silent for a moment, and suddenly seemed to have figured something out, his expression softening. "...Oh, what are you worried about? Xiaoliang must have said some nonsense again, right?"

Under the light, Qin Ming's expression became lively, as if he had unloaded the burden he had been carrying. "It's not what you think. I did admire Sister Lina before. It was the kind of admiration for the only sister next door, that's all."

The night breeze gently rustled the curtains, bringing with it the faint chirping of insects in the distance. Qin Ming's voice grew soft and nostalgic, as if he were reminiscing about some beautiful past. "In this oppressive, conservative place, Sister Lina was able to live freely... Like Xiaoliang, she was a truly remarkable person."

(End of this chapter)