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

Chapter 632

Tang Yin's gaze was fixed on Chen Xiang's stiff fingers, and a thought flashed through his mind - before she used up her last bit of strength, she twisted her arms, used the floor to push her fingers, and froze the position of her hands?
Is this a painfully twisted, meaningless act, or is it conveying a message?

"Mother……"

A deep voice suddenly rang out, breaking the dead silence. Tang Yin turned around and found Qin Ming standing at the door with a complicated expression. His younger brother, Qin Yi, stood beside him, his face filled with uncontrollable anger and sadness.

Qin Yi sneered, his tone full of sarcasm: "Is this your reaction?"

Qin Ming slowly raised his head, his eyes swept towards Qin Yi with a cold look, his tone so calm it made people shudder: "Do you think you understand how I feel? Do you want me to cry my heart out before you're satisfied?"

Qin Yi was stunned by his cold tone, and the anger on his face intensified.

"I'm sad too." Qin Ming paused for a moment before continuing, his tone revealing a hidden calmness. "But I have to think about it. To clear my mother's name."

Qin Ming clenched and unclenched his hands, as if suppressing something. A hint of self-mockery entered his voice. "Think hard, study hard, make a name for yourself, and comfort Dad's spirit in heaven—that's what Mom has always taught me."

"You're so good." He looked at Qin Yi with complicated emotions in his eyes, but a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. "You don't have to worry about anything, just live as you want. Mom has prepared everything for you."

Qin Yi's breathing became rapid, and his clenched fists trembled slightly, but he did not interrupt Qin Ming.

Qin Ming continued, a trace of pain flashing in his eyes: "In the end, I was still entangled in harmonious and childish things, like a child who never grew up, and was always troubled by it."

"But I still hope that one day you will grow up, Mom will become rational, and the barriers in our family will all disappear." He paused for a moment, his eyes lowered, and his voice became hoarse, "But, it's impossible now."

"Please, stop saying that, big brother!" Qin Yi suddenly shouted, his voice choked with sobs, "Mom is gone! Big brother, is there any point in being upset now?"

Qin Ming raised his head, his eyes cold and his voice firm: "I will find the hidden message in my mother's finger, and through thinking, I will clear her name and avenge her."

His tone remained steady, as if stating a foregone conclusion: "Then there's nothing for me to do."

A look of pain appeared on Qin Yi's face, and his voice became hurried and hoarse: "You are the one that mom loves the most!"

"That's why mom gave me this kind of thing to do!"

Before he could finish his words, Qin Yi suddenly pushed Tang Yin away and rushed towards Chen Xiang's body, almost losing control. He knelt in the pool of blood, stretched out a trembling hand, and slowly approached his mother's stiff fingers, tears already bursting from his eyes.

"Qin Yi!" Tang Yin shouted subconsciously, wanting to stop him, but stopped himself.

Qin Ming didn't move, standing there coldly, his eyes filled with complex emotions, but he didn't try to stop his brother's actions. He just whispered, as if mumbling to himself: "Mom, have I given everything to you..."

Qin Ming's voice sounded coldly: "Hey, what are you doing?"

Qin Yi knelt beside Chen Xiang's body, his hands trembling and his face covered with tears. He did not respond, but kept repeating: "Mom, I'm sorry... I'm sorry!"

Then, as if he had suddenly gone mad, he reached out and pried open Mrs. Chen Xiang's mouth, his movements so rough that it was unbearable to watch.

"Fuck, no!" He growled, his voice mixed with anger and helplessness, as if he was forced into a desperate situation.

"Stop it!" Qin Ming took a step forward, his tone revealing a rare anxiety.

At this moment, Tang Yin's voice broke the deadlock between the two brothers: "Did she swallow something?"

Everyone paused. Qin Ming's eyes widened, as if the question had touched some hidden nerve. Qin Yi didn't answer, his tears falling like beads from a broken string into a pool of blood. Then, his action was even more shocking—he trembled as he thrust his fingers into the wound deep in Chen Xiang's throat.

"Wuwuwu... found it..." Qin Yi sobbed, his voice intermittent.

When he pulled the object out from deep in his throat, Tang Yin's eyes narrowed slightly. It was a small object wrapped in plastic wrap, stained with blood and emitting a nauseating stench.

Qin Yi's fingers trembled, and blood stained his knuckles. He handed the thing to Qin Ming, with a complex mixture of pain and anger in his eyes: "...Brother, you open it."

Qin Ming didn't reach out, but took a step back. His voice was low but he suppressed his emotions: "What is this?"

"Mom has guessed that she might die," Qin Yi's voice was hoarse and filled with grief. "She said that if anything happened, she asked me to dig up her body and give you what I found."

Qin Yi's tears fell again, and his voice was like a knife, piercing Qin Ming's chest: "You still dare to say that she doesn't like you more! Wake up!"

Qin Ming was stunned, his lips trembling slightly, but he didn't refute. His hands hung at his sides, his fingertips trembling slightly. Finally, he whispered, "Tang Yin, I'm sorry, can you help me open it? I...my hands are shaking."

Tang Yin took the sticky mass and carefully peeled back the plastic wrap. The stench of blood wafted into his nose, but he remained composed, his movements careful and swift. Soon, a folded note emerged, densely written in pencil.

1. Flower Dew

[2. Wang Lina]

3. Tong Xiaoliang

4. Xiaomee

5. Others

Tang Yin glanced over the list and continued reading. The handwriting gradually became softer, like a mother pouring out her true feelings from the bottom of her heart:
"You two brothers need to finish reading this note together. I know you care about my attitude towards you. Qin Ming, I hope you can break free from the constraints of the Hidden Mist Village and make a name for yourself in the world. Qin Yi, I hope you can stay by my side, otherwise I will be worried."

"I've raised you all with such simple feelings in my heart. My life should end here, so please don't misunderstand me anymore."

"I love you two, brothers, let's live happily together."

Tang Yin raised his head and handed the note to the two brothers, saying in a low voice: "Read it for yourselves."

Qin Ming took the note, his fingers still trembling. He looked down at the familiar handwriting, his eyes complicated, as if something was collapsing inside him. His lips moved slightly, but no words came out.

Qin Yi stood aside, his hands hanging down, his body stiff. His tears were still flowing, but he said nothing at this moment.

Tang Yin said nothing more. He stood up, turned around, and walked towards Chen Xiang's body, looking down at the cold remains. He knew that now was his turn to find the answer.

Tang Yin squatted beside Chen Xiang's body, his gaze calm, his fingers gently tracing her wrist. His gaze lingered on the fingertips of her right hand, taking in the details of her gesture: the thumb, index, and middle finger were straight, while the other fingers were curled. On her left hand, only the thumb was straight. He didn't speak immediately, but slowly stood up and walked to the corpse's throat. He lowered his head to carefully examine the wound on the throat, frowning slightly, then reached out and carefully opened the wound with his fingertips.

...just a thick tube.

Tang Yin was silent for a moment, as if all the clues were quickly piecing together a complete picture in his mind. He stood up straight and said softly, "...I see. I understand."

His voice was calm, but there was a hint of certainty in his eyes, as if he had just seen through some core secret. He turned to look at the two brothers standing beside him and said, "Then I'll go downstairs and wait for you with the others."

Without waiting for their response, Tang Yin walked out of the room.

-

Everyone gathered at the cafeteria entrance.

Zhao Gang and Old Man Gao stood at the front. Zhao Gang clutched a hoe, his face barely concealing the grief he felt. Old Man Gao, carrying a hunting knife, looked stern and alert. Clearly, the two of them had already circled the village and called everyone over.

"Good morning, everyone." Tang Yin stood at the cafeteria entrance, scanning the crowd. His voice was low but clear. He paused, his gaze lingering on each person's face. "Although the current atmosphere isn't suitable for small talk, I want to say that I've roughly understood the truth of the matter."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone looked at each other and the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

"After the two brothers come downstairs, we will hold the final banquet." Tang Yin said calmly, with a certain unquestionable authority in his tone.

Zhao Gang nodded. Although grief was still written on his face, he did not ask any more questions.

-

A full hour later, Qin Ming and Qin Yi finally came down from upstairs. Their eyes were red and swollen, clearly having just gone through a long and painful emotional outburst. The entire cafeteria fell into a dead silence. No one spoke, and everyone waited for the impending final decision.

Soon after, everyone moved into the assembly hall. A thick sense of oppression permeated the air. The candlelight on the table flickered slightly, casting a shadow on everyone's face, as if casting a dark mask over them.

Shortly after the banquet began, Qin Ming suddenly raised his hand and broke the silence: "I think Hua Lu and Tong Xiaoliang are wolves."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was in an uproar.

Hualu suddenly raised her head, her eyes full of anger and shock: "You——"

Tong Xiaoliang looked bewildered, tilting his head, as if completely unaware of the accusation: "Hmm~?"

Zhao Gang frowned, his tone full of confusion: "Wait, didn't you always believe in Hua Lu?"

Qin Ming sneered, his eyes cold and indifferent: "She did save Tang Yin from dying yesterday, but that doesn't mean we can completely trust her."

"Perhaps her purpose is to deceive Tang Yin's trust so as to avoid being verified by Tang Yin through the snake's protector."

Tang Yin was silent for a moment, then spoke: "...Indeed, I checked Qin Yi's identity last night."

Qin Yi raised his head suddenly, his face full of anger and grievance: "Are you doubting me?"

Tang Yin shook his head and said calmly: "He is a human."

Qin Ming snorted coldly, his voice filled with unsurprising certainty: "Of course. The only people whose identities remain are Hualu, Xiaome, Sister Lina, and Xiaoliang."

Qin Ming took a deep breath and slowly took out the note from his pocket.

"However, my mother, Chen Xiang, has already revealed the wolf's identity through her remains."

Everyone gathered around, reading the note word for word. After a few seconds, a heavy atmosphere thickened in the air, suffocating everyone. Some lowered their heads, some clenched their fists, and some sobbed softly.

Tears fell silently, but everyone knew in their hearts that tears could not answer the mystery of this killing game.

Qian Jin spoke first, tentatively asking, "What does the list on the note mean?"

Qin Ming raised his head and said in a low but clear voice: "I am sure that the list above is the list of people that Mom suspects, those whose identities are uncertain."

He paused, his eyes sweeping over the crowd before continuing, "Qin Yi was also excluded because Mom believed in him. Also, to account for situations like Tang Yin being a wolf, she also included the option 'other.'"

"This is the death message my mother left behind."

Zhao Gang frowned, as if he understood but also as if he didn't fully understand: "How did the death information... get left behind?"

Qin Ming looked at Tang Yin, his tone firm: "The number of fingers that Mom stretched out is the choice she made."

Tang Yin nodded, his voice calm but with a hint of contemplation: "...Three fingers on the right hand are stretched out, and one finger on the left hand is stretched out."

Zhao Gang's expression changed slightly, and his tone involuntarily rose a little: "Confirm the wolf's identity by the number of fingers?"

"That's right." Qin Ming's voice was firm and calm. "When the wolf entered the room and attacked, it was too late to leave such a complicated message. That's why Mom wrote it on the note beforehand and swallowed it."

Xiao Mei suddenly spoke up, breaking the atmosphere: "Isn't paper delicious?"

This innocent remark left everyone stunned for a moment. Hualu frowned slightly and whispered, "Stop talking, Xiaome."

But Zhao Gang seemed unable to accept this reasoning. He muttered softly, "Is it necessary to go to this extent?"

Qin Ming turned to look at him, his eyes sharp, his voice filled with suppressed anger: "Everyone, think about Xiaomei's situation at the time. Xiaomei fell on the bedding without any signs of resistance - Mom's situation was similar to hers."

He paused, his voice low and cold. "I think the wolves killed them in some way, leaving them unable to resist, and then brutally mutilated their bodies."

This sentence was like a hammer, hitting everyone's heart. Zhao Gang's face turned pale, Hua Lu's eyes trembled slightly, but Tong Xiaoliang still had that nonchalant smile.

Qin Ming lowered his eyes, his voice suddenly lowering a few degrees: "In other words, when they were dying, although their bodies were almost unable to move, they saw the wolf's face."

(End of this chapter)