?69: Section 69: The Assassin’s Purpose 69: Section 69: The Assassin’s Purpose Cui Xin’ai’s attention was all focused on her daughter, Li Yawei.

    She seemed to want to reach out and touch her daughter, but hesitated to do so.

    It was not until the arrival of Jin Xin that she slowly raised her head.

    Hearing that Jin Xin had something to discuss, Cui Xin’ai got up, nodded, and led Jin Xin into the study.

    “I feel that President Jin’s aura is so strong, as if he were the master of this room,” Hai Mingzhu exaggeratedly remarked.

    Shen Yue merely grinned and didn’t refute, instead pressing the play button on the mp3.

    Hai Mingzhu also wanted to know what was recorded inside, so she leaned over to listen.

    After a while, Hai Mingzhu looked enlightened, “So it’s President Jin messing with Blondie and Rooster.

    He recorded the whole process at the time.”

    “It’s our usual way of doing things.”

    Shen Yue patiently explained to Hai Mingzhu, “We often cooperate, but most of the time we act separately.

    In order to avoid omissions in recounting events and overlooking details, he often provides me with audio recordings of his actions after completing the tasks.”

    “You don’t have a habit of recording things, do you?” Hai Mingzhu asked anxiously.

    She still blushed every time she recalled what happened in the pub.

    If the live audio of the time was given to Jin Xin, she would never lift her head again.

    “I have a good memory, so I don’t need to make recordings,” Shen Yue responded casually, seemingly oblivious to Hai Mingzhu’s discomfiture.

    Hai Mingzhu heaved a sigh of relief and belittled Jin Xin, “Right, only a scatterbrain like President Jin would make recordings.

    You have a good memory and wouldn’t forget many details…” She suddenly felt that something was off and bit her lip.

    “Can we continue?” asked Shen Yue.

    “Continue what?” Hai Mingzhu asked anxiously.

    Shen Yue shook the mp3 in his hand.

    He had paused the playback during their conversation.

    Suddenly realizing, Hai Mingzhu hurriedly said, “Of course, keep playing.”

    Shen Yue pressed the play button again and gestured for Hai Mingzhu to listen carefully.

    When she heard the words “Parade of Hundred Demons”, Hai Mingzhu’s expression changed unexpectedly, but she remained silent.

    The audio from the mp3 only had sounds, but after the gunman appeared, the horrifying screams, gunshots, and hurried footsteps came together, giving off a truly startling and thrilling feeling.

    When the sounds finally subsided, Shen Yue put away his mp3, “It seems like you know something about the Parade of Hundred Demons?”

    Hai Mingzhu was already used to Shen Yue’s keen observation skills, she immediately explained, “The Parade of Hundred Demons was once a part of the ghost culture in Japan.

    They have lots of ghost legends, all kinds of them.”

    “What you’re trying to say isn’t that.” Shen Yue got straight to the point, “Ghost culture doesn’t summon ghosts.

    As far as I know, the Japanese used to use the Parade of Hundred Demons rite to exorcise ghosts.”

    Hai Mingzhu agreed, “That was indeed the case.

    However, this ghost culture has now transformed into a culture of despair and further morphed into a unique, extreme game in Japan.

    The players are all individuals who have lost joy in life.

    They gather at their secret bases, adopt a supposedly fair lottery game where the chosen person must complete some extremely severe tasks, many of which involve self-harm.” Sear?h the n?vel_Fire.ηet website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

    “Why did you say ‘supposedly’ fair?” Shen Yue noticed the nuances in her speech.

    Hai Mingzhu somewhat helplessly explained, “Though I just graduated, I do know that there’s never been real fairness in this world.

    The lottery game rules may seem fair, but rumor has it that it’s nothing more than an extreme game manipulated by the rich.

    The wealthy use means to gather young people who believe they’re deeply despondent, then manipulate the rules and lottery results from behind the scenes, watching as these young people self-harm in order to gain perverse satisfaction.”

    Recalling Li Yawei’s delirious rant after her bout of vomiting, coupled with Blondie and Rooster’s descriptions, Hai Mingzhu speculated, “Could it be that Li Yawei was chosen in this game and she left Australia and returned to China because she didn’t want to die?

    The game’s behind-the-scenes boss didn’t want to let her go, leading to the current situation?”

    “Hmm, your recent deductions are quite impressive,” Shen Yue praised.

    “That reminds me.” Hai Mingzhu slapped her forehead, recalling something, “At the airport, weren’t there two men in suits and sunglasses looking for Li Yawei?

    They could well have been assassins sent by those rich people.

    You probably don’t know how bored and how twisted these rich people are.

    Once this game starts, it can only end when all players have completed their tasks.

    If any rebellious young people aren’t cooperative, the wealthy have all sorts of cruel methods to force them to complete tasks.

    This process is both a challenge and a source of enjoyment for these manipulative rich people.”

    Pausing briefly, Hai Mingzhu added, “There’s a specialized field in psychology devoted to studying twisted psychology, which explores the dark mental states of these people.”

    “Based on the current clues, most of what you said is not a problem,” Shen Yue muttered to himself.

    “Where’s the problem then?” Hai Mingzhu asked modestly.

    “Those two men in suits and sunglasses are definitely not assassins sent by the rich,” Shen Yue stated confidently.

    Hai Mingzhu immediately asked for advice, “Advisor Shen, how can you tell?” She now very much admired Shen Yue’s deductive reasoning, because he always managed to derive accurate results from seemingly inconsequential details.

    “Well…” Shen Yue glanced in the direction of the study and whispered, “Those two men in suits and sunglasses were brought in by Jin Xin.”

    “President Jin?”

    Hai Mingzhu was first surprised, and then she had a sudden realization, “You guys knew Li Yawei was hard to deal with, so you had two guys in sunglasses pretend to start trouble in advance to provoke Li Yawei?” She marveled inwardly.

    Jin Xin might appear scatterbrained, but his success wasn’t just due to luck.

    She still felt lucky at the airport when Li Yawei agreed to cooperate willingly.

    Who knew that every small detail had been taken into account by Jin Xin and Shen Yue.

    When she spoke, Hai Mingzhu instinctively lowered her voice and glanced at Li Yawei, who hadn’t moved at all, likely still asleep.

    Shen Yue did not deny it.

    “President Jin is so crafty.

    But you Advisor Shen, you are nice, knowing that I have much to learn, you always teach me patiently.” Hai Mingzhu fluttered her bright eyes, “Don’t worry, this is our secret, I won’t tell President Jin.”

    Shen Yue merely smiled but didn’t say anything.

    Hai Mingzhu then let out a sigh, “It’s a pity those two in sunglasses were sent by President Jin.

    Otherwise I was going to have you guys try to get the airport’s surveillance footage to find clues from those two men.

    Now…

    besides your sketch of the killer, we don’t have any clues.”

    “It’s not that we have no clues.” Shen Yue moved his mouth towards the direction of Li Yawei, “When she wakes up, if she’s willing to tell us some truth, it will be very helpful to us.”

    “So we’re here…

    waiting for her to wake up?” Hai Mingzhu realized yet another part of the plan.

    Shen Yue gave a bitter smile, “Of course, we absolutely cannot leave this place tonight.

    The assassin killed both Huang Fei and Wang Quan, and even tried to take out Jin Xin.

    I suspect that the killer’s purpose may be related to the Parade of Hundred Demons incident.

    If your deduction is correct, that the killer is related to those rich people and is likely to know where Li Yawei would be, then we can’t leave.”

    “You’re saying the killer might come here?” Hai Mingzhu exclaimed.