The reason Cheng Shi guessed that the person who invited him was the killer was because the moment He touched the waiter's chest, He truly felt that the other party was a flesh and blood puppet.
This puppet's ability to mimic reality was very powerful; perhaps another person wouldn't have noticed any clues.
But Cheng Shi was different; He had touched too many people.
Uh, that sounds a bit awkward.
In other words, He understood the physical body very well.
That doesn't seem quite right either...
Forget it, that's the idea, those who understand will understand.
For a Doctor with experience touching chests, the moment His fingertips made contact, He could sense the direction of the muscles and fascia and the blood pressure inside the other person's body.
And this waiter was clearly very different from a real person.
So, it wasn't the Boss who sent Him to deliver medicine, but the true mastermind who controlled His puppet to make an invitation to Cheng Shi.
As for why, Cheng Shi couldn't figure it out.
He avoided the night owls and patrolling waiters in the hotel and silently arrived in front of the bar which was already closed for business, then, according to the description on the note, He turned an empty wine bottle under the bar.
The moment the wine bottle turned, the spot where Cheng Shi stood suddenly became soft and sticky, trapping Him entirely.
Cheng Shi's face was startled, and He didn't have time to struggle.
...
Meanwhile, in the "Troubadour" room on the second floor.
Du Xiguang came to the center of the room and stood silently.
After preparing some kind of ritual, He extended His hand towards Fang Jue.
Fang Jue was stunned, not understanding why.
Du Xiguang laughed in spite of Himself and said:
"The admission ticket?"
"??"
You're still doing this at a time like this?
Fang Jue pulled out the ticket stub with a speechless expression and handed it to Du Xiguang.
Du Xiguang, with a smile on His face, crushed the admission ticket and sprinkled it into the magic circle at His feet.
"There's no other way, this is the only method to bring you into the Memory. The journey isn't free; only when the traveler actively joins can the Memory Traveler bring people in.
Alright, the journey is about to begin, Fang Jue, watch carefully!"
As He finished speaking, a surge of eerie blue light poured out from the magic circle at His feet, turning the entire room into a sea of blue light.
Substantive-like whispers drifted through the air, and scenes rippling like water rolled before their eyes.
Fang Jue only felt a giant cold wave swallow His consciousness, instantly pulling His vision into darkness.
If He hadn't been certain that Du Xiguang had no ill intentions, He really wouldn't have dared to release His consciousness and cooperate in this manner.
When He opened His eyes again, everything in front of Him was different.
A gentle breeze caressed, and His vision was bright.
The floor-to-ceiling windows and doors were wide open, and sunlight streamed into the room in rays.
This was clearly not the middle of the night; led by the Memory Traveler, Fang Jue had returned to...
The Past!
"This is... Past Reproduction!?" He was filled with shock.
"That's right, this is Past Reproduction."
Past Reproduction, the SS-rank talent of memory, the ultimate blessing that every memory believer yearns for.
It can completely display a segment of memory submerged in the Past in the present, like an AR movie for travelers to watch.
Only a Memory Traveler with this talent can be considered the top-tier Memory Traveler.
"You... managed to get this?"
This was a talent that many high-level Players desired but couldn't obtain. The cost of obtaining this blessing was very high.
Fang Jue had once heard that a Memory believer ranked in the top ten of the Ladder to the Audience had died directly during the Trial to pray for this talent.
Du Xiguang smiled and shook His head.
"How could that be? I just happened to find one of His Time Notes, which allows for three uses of Past Reproduction, and this is already the second time."
Happened to find it?
Perhaps this was the blessing Du Xiguang exchanged for His own Memories?
Fang Jue felt relieved, thinking that this was correct; this talent was so powerful that anyone who heard someone obtained it would find it incredible.
But then He felt a little regretful; good people like Du Xiguang should be luckier.
Unfortunately, Fate does not favor good people.
"So, what time is it now?"
As soon as Fang Jue asked this question, He heard a shout from downstairs:
"Executive Law Bureau Action Order:..."
So that's how it is!
Du Xiguang had brought Him back to the moment before the Grand Tribunal sealed the hotel.
And at this time, this puppet Troubadour was not in the room.
But according to the development of memory, When Fear Arrives would appear here not long after.
In other words, at this very moment, when no one was paying attention, this demigod artifact might be right here!
The clue was presented before their eyes in a way that folded Time and space!
Fang Jue couldn't help but exclaim:
"Indeed, existence and nothingness are the beginning of all mysterious and bizarre things."
Du Xiguang smiled and didn't answer, quickly searching the room.
Fang Jue didn't help; He just softly sang a few songs, separating this space from the outside to ensure no one would come in to disturb them.
The reason for being so cautious was because not long after, that silence believer living in memory might arrive.
As soon as Fang Jue finished all this, Du Xiguang excitedly whispered:
"Here!"
When Fear Arrives was under the pillow; the killer didn't intend to hide it at all!
But why place it in such an obvious location?
At this moment, the same doubt that Cheng Shi had arose in Fang Jue's heart.
But Time didn't allow Him to think of anything else. Just as He was about to step forward to see what magic the dagger possessed, He heard rustling footsteps outside the door.
"!"
The Ascetic Monk is here!
The two looked at each other, seeing the worry in each other's eyes. They quickly approached the demigod artifact, attempting to steal it and leave here first.
However, the moment Du Xiguang touched the demigod artifact, a huge pulling force came from the dagger. He was caught off guard and was thrown onto the bed, making a loud "thud".
The Ascetic Monk outside the door was startled by the sound.
He hadn't expected someone to be faster than Him, but regardless, this dagger had a deep connection to the Trial clue, and He couldn't give up. So, He gathered all His strength and charged directly towards the door.
The room had been placed under the edict of Order, making it indestructible, and the door only shook slightly without being broken.
But none of this could stop a Warrior. He clenched His fists tightly, exerted force, and the blood vessels all over His body bulged like coiled dragons. Then, a pair of bloodshot hard fists slammed into the door without hesitation.
With a "boom", the door cracked in response, and even the door frame shattered into powder.
Fang Jue couldn't bother to help Du Xiguang up and immediately spread His arms to stop the Ascetic Monk, saying:
"Shh! It's us!"
The moment the Ascetic Monk saw Fang Jue, His actions didn't stop. Instead, He directly cast a Silence domain over the two of them.
That crimson, indifferent gaze clearly showed that He wasn't planning to treat these two as teammates anymore.
"Damn, He's crazy!"
Du Xiguang, still lying on the bed, didn't have time to get up before reaching out and gently pushing towards the Ascetic Monk.
A wave of Memory power washed over His consciousness, and the Memory that "Fang Jue and Du Xiguang are His teammates" began to flash wildly in His mind.
However, even so, the Ascetic Monk still didn't stop. He directly flashed to the bedside, grabbed Du Xiguang's leg, and swung it backward. While swinging, His other hand quickly reached for the demigod artifact.
Fang Jue was furious, His face darkened, and He reached out and struck His arm.
"Stop it!
This place, internal strife is forbidden!"
The moment the edict was issued, the Ascetic Monk's hand holding Du Xiguang immediately let go, and Du Xiguang was directly thrown out the door due to inertia.
"Alright, alright, so this is how we're doing it!"
He first rolled twice and bent His knees to stabilize His body, then reached out towards the Ascetic Monk again.
He clenched His hand tightly.
A surge of cold blue divine power emerged from around Him, and as soon as it appeared, it also surged onto the Ascetic Monk.
"If you want to play, I'll play with you!"