Players are coming, fortunately I have a time travel simulator

Speaking of which, ever since I lost to the newbie Richie Burke last time, the match record has remained at that point.

Feeling the pressure from the old woman in the ring, Zhou Ning simply got up and went to the dormitory next door to see if he could find some soft persimmon for her to squeeze.

When Zhou Ning pushed the door open and walked in, he couldn't help but exclaim, only to see that the small dormitory was full of people.

Four rounds of Yu-Gi-Oh were being played simultaneously at two tables, with the largest number of spectators being Fred and the Warrior Department's chief, Warren Morton, who was also his acquaintance.

Fred is currently using a very dark insect-burning health deck, while Warren Moulton is quite straightforward and uses a standard dragon deck.

As a result, he was badly tricked by Fred, and his mean laughter was full of mental attacks, which made his blood pressure soar just by watching.

"Wayne, have you noticed? Many people in this dormitory are tainted with an ominous aura, which should be related to the nearby orphanage." Jasmine whispered in the ring.

"Shall we go to the poorhouse later?" Zhou Ning asked.

"No, this place is very close to the orphanage. It's normal to be contaminated by some ominous aura when you get close to there. What I mean is that we should go up and play a few games quickly. I haven't won in a long time." Jasmine said frankly.

Zhou Ning: ...

Do you still remember that you were once the Patriarch of the Ascetic Church? You'd do anything to win!

At this moment, Warren Morton sighed deeply, his level reduced to zero, and he was defeated. Fred saw Zhou Ning and greeted him with a grin, "Nice weather today! Isn't this the legendary Mortal Bone Duelist Wayne Stewell? John told me to tell you that he's out for something and asked you to come back around four. So, want a couple of rounds?"

"Wayne, he actually mocked you for being mortal." Jasmine said.

"Is that a mockery of me? It's clearly a mockery of you." Zhou Ning was so angry that she laughed. She was clearly fighting on her behalf. She had never had the nerve to bully a newbie.

After arguing with the old lady for a few words, Zhou Ning decided to meet her request and play two rounds of cards before leaving. It wouldn't take much time anyway.

The result was still quite tragic. Under Jasmine's wise command, although Fred repeatedly made ghost draws, Zhou Ning was still badly beaten. Not only was he disgusted by the Hell deck, but he also had to endure Fred's mental attacks, which taunted and laughed from time to time, and tripled the mental attacks. He lost miserably and could not raise his head.

I can only say that it’s a good thing that Guangnao is not interested in Yu-Gi-Oh and has never filmed any content in this area from the beginning to the end.

If Fred wasn't a superhuman, Zhou Ning really wanted to beat him up and then cry and beg him not to die.

After losing to Fred, Zhou Ning lost to his fanboy Morton and another classmate. After an hour of feeling extremely uncomfortable, Zhou Ning retreated with a record of 0-4.

John said he would be back at four in the afternoon, so it was obviously impossible for him to just wait here. He left a note on the table and walked towards his alchemy shop - the hardworking guy had just reached level 39, so he had to race against time.

When passing by the playground, the magic ball show of the big star Hudgens had already begun. Hudgens was a high-level fire mage with a burly figure and blond hair. He looked like Brad Peter. No wonder he was so popular.

When Zhou Ning came over, the wind mage on the opposite side gathered up his magic power and made the magic ball fly high, trying to pass over Hawkins' head, but he jumped up on one foot, his right palm burning with flames, and smashed it with great force.

Amidst exclamations, the magic ball absorbed a large amount of fire elements, turned bright red, and bounced off the ground with strong kinetic energy, flying towards a little girl. Zhou Ning used the shave without thinking, flashed forward, stretched out his right hand, and accurately caught the magic ball in his palm.

Suddenly, the color of the magic ball faded quickly. Zhou Ning threw it back to Huggins and said with a smile, "Be careful."

Ignoring the exclamations of surprise and burning gazes from the surrounding students, Zhou Ning nodded slightly to the little girl, walked through the crowd and out of the school gate.

Even after he left the school, Zhou Ning maintained a thoughtful look. He sensed the same aura of misfortune in Huggins, and through the art of qi reading, he could sense that Huggins had the same deathly look on his face as Joshua Lambert who had died suddenly before.

His alchemy shop was just across the street. Just as he was about to walk over, a carriage suddenly came from the southwest road in the distance and turned into another street.

It was just a quick glance, but Zhou Ning's attention was immediately attracted.

Because this carriage came from the direction of the poorhouse southwest of Vic University. The coachman was a middle-aged man with gray hair and cold eyes. More importantly, just like what he had felt with Earl Robbins before, this middle-aged man gave him the feeling that he had no breath of life at all.

"How could it be such a coincidence?" Zhou Ning couldn't help but cheer up.

Just as he was thinking of finding an alley to catch up with the carriage in front, he suddenly heard another sound of wheels from the street on the other side. Sherlock was following far behind in a shabby carriage.

Zhou Ning: ...

This is too much of a coincidence, right?

Zhou Ning jumped lightly and landed right next to Sherlock's seat, which scared Sherlock. He was relieved when he saw it was Zhou Ning.

"What's going on? Did you find anything?" Zhou Ning lifted the curtain of the car. Leonardo and Ian were sitting inside. Zhou Ning greeted them, found a seat to sit down, and asked casually.

"We are tracking the man in front. He is the butler of Adam Aiden, the reporter."

"You were right before. Adam Eden does have problems. According to our investigation, the murderer Jeremy Wayne Eden is a distant relative of Adam Eden." Sherlock said.

Zhou Ning nodded thoughtfully. He had had similar guesses before. Aiden was not a big surname. It translated as "sea monster" in Braxton language. Only the Aiden family, which started out with maritime trade, did not care about this name.

"We used True Sight to observe Adam Eden's actions. He met with Earl Robins and Harrison Rivers at his home a few days ago. Yesterday, he met with Duke Brown Lambert, who had just returned to Docklands from Ruins. Molik was responsible for transporting these people."

"There's been no news from Adam Aiden these past two days, and it wasn't until today that Morik went out for the first time. He spoke to the director of the workhouse for a few words and didn't stay any longer," Sherlock said.

True Vision is an unknown artifact held by the Sun Guardians. For a price, it allows one to view the events of the previous two days in a specific area. Zhou Ning sighed softly, a vague sense of foreboding developing. Logically, after the recent loss of their son and the assassination attempt, the relationship between Brown Lambert and Robbins should have been strained.

As a day watchman, Sherlock should have expertise in driving and tracking. His tracking skills were as high as several floors. He had been following the carriage in front from a distance without being discovered. Not long after, Molik stopped at the orphanage near Plantagenet Street and walked in.

"Let's wait here for a while and don't go in yet. We were too hasty just now and almost ran into Molik face to face." Sherlock whispered.

This welfare home was located on the easternmost side of Dockland City. Zhou Ning hadn't had time to explore it in the past few days, so it was currently a blind spot. Zhou Ning, Sherlock, and the others waited quietly outside for a while before seeing Molik and a tall, dark-eyed man with thick eyebrows walk out.

Zhou Ning took a deep breath. It shouldn't be wrong. Through his spiritual sense, he could sense a strong smell of darkness and blood on him. The other party should be a professional on the dark side.

In all likelihood, it was the Chris Fisher he had been looking for.