Volume 3 Chapter 27 / Chapter 193: Senior Brother, A New Perspective
Drip… drip…
From the beam, a piece of intestine dripped black-red liquid.
Bloodstains and body parts nearly covered the floor, leaving no place to step.
Ye Anping looked around, not really wanting to inspect the pieces of corpses.
He took out a pair of gloves from his storage bag, squatted down to dab the blood on the ground, and prepared to wait at the door for a quarter of an hour before reporting back.
However, Feng Yudie was quite serious.
Although her face was twitching, she held back her nausea and carefully walked over the blood to the bodies, taking out her spiritual sword to examine them.
“Ugh… the perpetrator was really ruthless. This seems like something a demonic cultivator would do.”
Saying this, she went to the wall, closely inspected the indentations, and pondered for a moment.
“Hmm…”
Ye Anping stood at the door, silently watching her inspect every corner of the Shadowmoon Sword Pavilion.
He suddenly became curious about how far she could get on her own without his help.
In the game, this Shadowmoon Sword Pavilion murder case was a competition between Yun Yiyi, Yun Jiujiu, and Yun Xi to see who could catch the culprit first.
The outcome depended on which character the player sided with.
If the player helped Yun Yiyi investigate, she would win.
If they helped Yun Jiujiu, she would win.
The investigation in the Shadowmoon Sword Pavilion was a shared storyline in the eldest and second miss’s routes.
As for Yun Xi, her storyline in the entire Shadowmoon Sword Sect involved little branching, almost all focused on battles.
Ye Anping figured that Yun Xi and his junior sister were likely already chasing the culprit through the streets.
This was why he placed his junior sister with Yun Xi—she didn’t need to think much, just protect Yun Xi and fight.
Watching Feng Yudie pace back and forth and think seriously for a while, she suddenly noticed Ye Anping hadn’t moved from the doorway.
She walked back:
“Young Master Ye, why are you standing at the door? Aren’t we investigating the case?”
“Yes, you go ahead. I’ll just watch.”
Feng Yudie recoiled, looking at the mess in the room, and squinted:
“Did you… do this? You…”
Ye Anping was taken aback but smiled:
“No.”
Feng Yudie seemed to breathe a sigh of relief and whispered:
“Oh… good.”
Ye Anping pouted speechlessly, then asked:
“How’s Yun Jiujiu?”
“That little brat is driving me crazy. She keeps challenging me to fights and insists I drink with her. She even bit me just now.”
“So…” Ye Anping hesitated, “How many times have you won?”
“We have one fight a day, so three times.”
“Oh… you’re almost there.”
“Almost where?”
—The love letter incident is coming soon.
No wonder Yun Jiujiu kissed her earlier.
Her affection level must be at seventy or eighty by now.
Ye Anping shrugged slightly, smiling:
“Nothing. What have you found?”
Upon hearing this question, Feng Yudie turned to examine the corpses again and pondered:
“Hmm… some of these people have mud on their shoes, while others have perfectly clean soles. The marks on the walls are also strange. I can’t picture how the killer managed this.”
“So, do you think these people were brought here after they were killed?”
“Yes.” Feng Yudie nodded quickly.
She then walked to a corpse, used her sword to pry open its abdomen, and said, “Moreover, the number of organs in these corpses doesn’t match. Each body is missing an organ.”
Hearing this, Ye Anping showed a hint of surprise and probed further:
“Some of the organs are hanging from the beam, and some are smeared on the walls?”
Feng Yudie furrowed her brows, shook her head, and replied:
“I accounted for those too. I counted three times. A normal person has seventy-eight organs. I used my spiritual sense to scan the entire place, and I found only two thousand seventy-nine organs in total, exactly twenty-seven short. Each person is missing a piece.”
“Hmm…”
“Master Ye, no matter how powerful someone is, they can’t completely pulverize organs into dust. If someone with high cultivation had done this, they wouldn’t have left any corpses, nor would they have created such a mess…”
Feng Yudie nodded seriously, raised her index finger, and concluded:
“This was definitely meant to confuse us! These twenty-seven people were killed elsewhere and then brought here. The mess was made to cover up the missing organs. It’s likely a group effort. These people died around the same time but were in completely different places.”
Hearing this, Ye Anping couldn’t help but see her in a new light.
According to the game’s progression, players could only deduce from the battle marks that these people were killed elsewhere and moved here, pointing to the Shadowmoon Sword Pavilion’s master as the suspect.
But in less than a quarter of an hour, Feng Yudie had grasped the core of the issue.
—Someone was collecting organs from the inner disciples of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect.
If he told Yun Yiyi and the others about this now, they’d probably skip several plot lines and rush straight to the final boss’s lair.
There was no such route in the game, but Ye Anping could easily conclude that taking this path would not only result in the deaths of the three Yun sisters but also the complete massacre of the Shadowmoon Sword Sect.
He sighed and said, “Don’t mention the organs later. Just say these people were moved here after they died.”
“Huh?” Feng Yudie blinked, tilting her head, “Why?”
“For your future spouse.”
“Huh? Junior Sister Pei?”
No, I meant Yun Jiujiu… Ye Anping smiled and said:
“Just don’t mention it.”
“Then what’s going on? Tell me first. How do you know about this? Did you do this?”
“No…” Ye Anping sighed, glanced at the door, leaned closer, and whispered, “In the Shadowmoon Sword Sect’s forbidden area, the Thousand Sword Pool, there’s someone named Kun Wu.”
“What about him?”
“He was originally surnamed Yun, but Yun Tianchong stripped him of his surname and imprisoned him there. He is a rebellious child with heavenly spiritual roots and great luck.”
“… Got it!” Feng Yudie nodded in understanding and chopped her right hand into her left palm, “So we’re going to take him down in the end, right?”
“He’s just a pawn in my hand who thinks he’s the one playing the game.”
Ye Anping smiled, feeling it was about time, and turned to support the Shadowmoon Sword Pavilion’s door.
“Alright, time’s up. Let’s go out.”
“Oh, okay!”