Chapter 47: We’re Off Work Early Today—Shall We...?

Thinking of this, Chen Yu let out a sly chuckle and strode over to Lin Bing.

“Sister Bing, can I leave early today?”

He deliberately stretched, showing just how tired he was.

“So much happened today, there’s too much information—I need to go home and sort it out!”

Lin Bing looked at Chen Yu with a complicated expression, her eyes full of reluctance.

She subtly signaled for the camera to turn away, then said apologetically, “I’d planned to treat you to barbecue tonight to celebrate your success.”

“But I didn’t expect so many things to go wrong.”

“Go home and rest first. We’ll keep in touch on Green Bubble!”

Chen Yu smiled and nodded, though his mind was already racing toward the system shop.

He turned and went back into the crime scene, looking at Yan Zheng. “Captain Yan, Fat Cat’s case is basically solved.”

“The rest—collecting evidence and such—can be left to you professionals.”

“I’m heading home to rest now!”

Yan Zheng was about to nod, but something occurred to him and he hesitated.

“About Zhang Luoluo’s case...”

He realized it wasn’t exactly the right time to bring up another case, but couldn’t help himself.

Chen Yu frowned, keenly aware there was something behind Yan Zheng’s words.

He pulled Yan Zheng aside and lowered his voice. “Now, I suspect the Ripper’s case might be connected to Luo Xiangdong’s case!”

“Of course, it’s just a hunch—I have no proof.”

“Do you believe me?”

Yan Zheng gave a wry smile and shook his head.

“Does it matter if I believe you? You’ll do whatever you want anyway, won’t you?”

“But Zhang Luoluo’s case can’t be delayed. Zhang Fu will be back soon.”

“If you wait for his return, he’ll be even more reckless than you!”

Chen Yu’s heart skipped a beat. It was true—this business tycoon was not someone to take lightly. If he returned to find the investigation team making no progress, he might just overturn Jiangcheng!

“Don’t worry—tomorrow!” Chen Yu nodded.

“We’ll look into the case tomorrow and try to close it as soon as possible!”

He chuckled, though inside he was itching with impatience.

He now had over a thousand system skill points—enough to buy a passive skill.

He needed to arm himself.

This “Wind” was no ordinary foe—at his current level, he stood no chance.

Just as he turned to leave, a thought struck him and he spun back around.

“Oh, right! You need to protect the ninth person on the ranking!”

As soon as he said it, he realized something.

“Uh... wait, that’s not right!”

Chen Yu quickly corrected himself. “A private detective would naturally think of protecting the next victim.”

“But you’re the official force—by your standards, you’d want to protect every contestant, wouldn’t you?”

Su Qingzhu’s beautiful eyes widened in surprise at this.

This corpse-walker actually knew what they’d do next?

Yan Zheng gave Chen Yu a long, searching look, then nodded slowly.

“We can’t take any chances.”

“Just because the killer says he’ll follow the order doesn’t mean we have to believe him!”

“All the contestants need to be protected!”

Chen Yu asked curiously, “By the way, who’s number nine? Do you have their information?”

Yan Zheng gave a small, meaningful laugh and looked at Chen Yu.

“Take a guess—who’s number nine?”

Chen Yu blinked. “Someone I know?”

Yan Zheng realized this wasn’t the time to joke, and composed himself.

“It’s Zhang Luoluo.”

“What?” Chen Yu’s eyes went wide, his jaw nearly hitting the floor.

A wealthy heiress—a fan of detective stories? This twist was unexpected!

Su Qingzhu added, “You have no idea how popular detective work is in Jiangcheng these days!”

“So, the ninth is already dead?” Chen Yu couldn’t help but remark.

“Wait a minute!”

A bolt of lightning flashed through his mind, his thoughts racing.

“Zhang Luoluo’s death... was it someone else, or has the mysterious killer already started his death game?”

“Maybe the first victim wasn’t Fat Cat, but Zhang Luoluo?”

Chen Yu shook his head, immediately rejecting the idea.

“No, that’s not right! If this mysterious figure had killed Zhang Luoluo, he would have flaunted it, not acted in secrecy.”

He asked tentatively, “So... who’s number eight?”

Yan Zheng teased again, “You know this one too!”

Damn it!

Chen Yu cursed inwardly. He’d only been in this world for three days—how could he know so many people?

“Dong Zhan’s secretary—Zeng Chen!”

“Huh?”

Chen Yu felt like his CPU was about to fry.

He pictured that seemingly refined man, who actually harassed Liu Hong at every opportunity.

“Wasn’t he just a petty thug? Since when is he good at deduction?”

Yan Zheng explained, “Once he started working for Dong Zhan, he studied a lot, took all kinds of courses, and earned many qualifications. He’s actually quite talented at deduction.”

“He’s only eighth because he’s too busy to appear on the show often.”

“But every time he does, he almost always wins.”

Chen Yu grumbled inwardly, “Damn, a thug that knows martial arts—no one can stop him!”

The thought gave him a sense of crisis.

There were only ten people on the ranking, and two were already dead.

According to the killer’s rules, Zeng Chen would die in three days!

And next up was number seven... Bubble Girl.

He pictured the girl with long legs who still insisted on wearing sky-high heels.

His feelings grew complicated.

After all, they’d shared a certain spark that night. Honestly, he wanted to protect her.

But then he reconsidered—wait, this was all happening too fast!

He’d only been in this world for three days.

If everyone on the ranking died, the system would erase him directly.

Was he really just a character meant to die in the first episode?

With that thought, he hesitated no longer.

He hurried out of the community, hailed a cab, and headed back to the hotel.

In the taxi, Chen Yu closed his eyes as if to rest, but his mind was racing.

Which skill in the system shop was most suitable now?

[Crisis Warning]—alerts you before danger arrives.

[Eye of Insight]—allows you to see through the essence of things.

Both cost 1000 points, and he had 1295—plenty!

Just thinking about having a new power soon made Chen Yu almost giddy with excitement.

He arrived at the hotel.

Chen Yu strode toward the elevator, mood light.

Not only had he pulled off his ruse today, he’d pocketed quite a few skill points.

More importantly, he could finally have a proper “talk” with Li Qing.

When he opened the door, he found Li Qing lounging on the bed with her phone.

She was still in Chen Yu’s T-shirt—the loose clothes did nothing to hide her alluring figure.

Below, she wore only a pair of panties, her pale thighs exposed to the air.

Chen Yu’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed.

This seductress really knew how to tease a man.

Li Qing didn’t expect Chen Yu to come back so early.

She asked curiously, “Done for the day? I’m watching the live stream—Captain Yan and the others are still busy.”

Chen Yu shot her a look. “You’re a pretty laid-back undercover agent, aren’t you?”

“Doing nothing all day—don’t tell me you’ve actually settled into your role as the corpse-walker’s mistress?”

Li Qing glared at him, a hint of a pout in her tone.

“I just got back myself. Brother Lei called me.”

“Oh? What for?” Chen Yu asked as he took off his jacket.

“What do you think? Digging for information, of course!”

Li Qing replied crossly.

“So what did you tell him?” A flash of wariness crossed Chen Yu’s eyes.

Li Qing noticed and quickly explained, “I just made up a few things.”

“You haven’t even started investigating Zhang Luoluo’s case, so I don’t know anything!”

Chen Yu finally relaxed.

Seizing the moment, he edged closer to Li Qing, his gaze lingering on her smooth, pale thighs, a mischievous grin curling his lips.

“Since I’m off early today, how about we...”