It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

Zhao Yihe hesitated for a while, but finally decided to go over.

When he walked up to Xiao Huai, the first thing he said was: "Did you kill him?"

After hearing this, Xiao Huai raised his head and looked at Zhao Yihe with a calm look:

"If he's dead, there should be a hint from your side."

Zhao Yihe was no fool. He quickly understood Xiao Huai's implication, frowned slightly, and then chuckled, with a hint of helplessness and sarcasm in his tone:

"Indeed, I did show it quite clearly. Actually, even if you knew my mission, I wouldn't mind. It's not surprising for a doctor to save people, right? Although this mission is indeed stupid, since it's my mission, I will try my best."

Zhao Yihe said that his first task was to perform autopsy, but he never said that his only task was autopsy.

Xiao Huai wants to write a novel that is consistent with his identity as a novelist.

What about Zhao Yihe? As a doctor, his mission might indeed be to ensure everyone is alive.

Even though he had a grudge against Chen Wangya, he was fully capable of dealing with her directly, but he did not choose to kill her.

This was obvious from the moment he gave Zheng Wenshan the little paper figurine that could truly save his life.

Xiao Huai looked at Zhao Yihe and said slowly: "He is not dead."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yihe's eyes fell on Xiao Huai's hand, only to see that he was holding a book.

On the cover of the book, a twisted smiling face was faintly visible.

Zhao Yihe just stared at the smiling face for a few seconds, and suddenly felt dizzy for a moment, as if something was pulling his consciousness.

Xiao Huai noticed Zhao Yihe's distraction, shook the book in his hand, and brought Zhao Yihe's attention back.

He turned to a page and handed it to Zhao Yihe.

Zhao Yihe took the book and looked down at the page.

The content above stunned him.

On that page, the guilt of the doctor, collector, arsonist and patient was clearly recorded.

Detailed crimes are listed under each identity, and each one is an unforgivable heinous criminal. Whether it is intentional homicide, abuse of power, or betrayal of trust, the crimes written down are chilling.

Zhao Yihe's eyes slid down along the words until he saw the last line.

It was a passage written in red ink, the handwriting wild and distorted.

"These criminals need to be punished."

Zhao Yihe's brows furrowed even deeper.

Who wrote it?

He continued to flip through the book in his hand and found that there were many more descriptions in the book, which recorded in detail the murders committed by each of them.

The contents described in the book made him feel an indescribable unease.

It was exactly the same as the body that had appeared in their bedroom.

For example, the book mentions the dismembered organs in Zhao Yihe's room.

The existence of those organs was not accidental, but the work of Zhao Yihe himself.

According to the description in the book, the doctor is a cold-blooded anatomist who ruthlessly disassembles people into parts to complete his so-called medical research.

For example, a dried corpse was hidden under the bed in patient Chen Wangya's room.

The book says that if the mummy is dragged out, one can see the pinch marks on the neck of the mummy, and all this seems to suggest that this mummy is also the work of Chen Wangya.

Zhao Yihe's heart suddenly tightened and his fingers trembled slightly involuntarily. These descriptions not only recorded everyone's guilt in detail, but were also accurate to the layout and details of their rooms.

They were all done by their own hands and are evidence of their crimes.

"This is..." Zhao Yihe muttered to himself, frowning.

He continued to flip through the book, but there were too many blank pages.

After each detailed description of the crime, there is a large blank space, as if something has been deliberately erased or has not yet been filled in.

Zhao Yihe looked up at Xiao Huai, "Do you think we can confess according to this book?"

Xiao Huai still didn't give a direct answer, his eyes revealing an unfathomable meaning: "Perhaps, this is a confession tailored for each of you?"

Zhao Yihe frowned tightly. The reflection between the contents of the book and reality made him feel indescribable absurdity.

But Xiao Huai's answer made him begin to doubt the authenticity of the book.

Xiao Huai extended his hand, a hint of a smile in his eyes, and said to Zhao Yihe indifferently, "Do you want to cooperate?"

Zhao Yihe stared at the hand he extended and was stunned for a moment.

The hand was slender and pale, seemingly without a trace of warmth.

A moment of hesitation flashed through his mind, but soon he smiled softly, and the red mole on his dimple looked a little sinister in the dim light. "Why me, not someone else?"

Hearing this, Xiao Huai raised the corner of his mouth slightly. He slowly withdrew his hand, his voice revealing a hint of indifference: "Don't be too confident. I don't believe them, nor do I believe you."

Zhao Yihe was stunned. He didn't expect to get such an answer.

He originally thought that since Xiao Huai extended his hand to him, it must mean that he had some trust in him.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Huai immediately added: "It's just that compared to others, you look a little stupider."

Zhao Yihe was speechless for a moment, unable to say anything after hearing Xiao Huai's words.

Stupid? When has he ever been anything like stupid?

He was ranked ninth and had always been a thoughtful person. This was the first time someone had called him stupid so bluntly.

Xiao Huai looked at Zhao Yihe's stunned expression, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious.

His red eyes were half-closed, a light flowing in them, and his tone remained calm: "So how you die then, I'm afraid you won't even know it yourself."

After saying this, Xiao Huai turned around and prepared to leave, his steps light and nonchalant: "Cooperate or not, if you don't want to cooperate, forget it."

Zhao Yihe stood there, recalling the priest's warning in his mind, struggling internally.

He may be a liar, and it is a recognized fact that liars' words cannot be trusted.

But why? He really wanted to know why Xiao Huai invited him to cooperate, what was Xiao Huai's plan?

In a game world where the main quests don't seem obvious, what's the point of cooperation?

He quickly caught up with Xiao Huai, reached out and grabbed the corner of his clothes, and whispered, "I will cooperate with you."

Xiao Huai stopped, raised his chin, and tilted his head to look at him. His eyes flashed with fatal attraction under the light, like a ghost fire in the deep forest. "Then you will do as I say next, even if the final outcome will be like Zheng Wenshan."

Zhao Yihe frowned, and when he thought of Zheng Wenshan's almost dying appearance, he couldn't help but hesitate.

Is that situation really worth the risk?

Xiao Huai looked at his expression, a smile flashed in his eyes, and then he turned around and said in a cold but determined tone: "You can make it through alive."

His voice was calm and firm, as if he was simply stating an indisputable fact.

"Tell me what your plan is first." Zhao Yihe's Adam's apple slid up and down.