You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

Her eyes were filled with a complex mix of emotions—a sense of grievance and stubbornness—after being questioned. Her eyes were slightly red, but she stubbornly held back her tears. Her chin was slightly raised, perfectly conveying a pitiful and endearing demeanor.

"You can doubt me, but you need to provide evidence."

"Don't you all find it ridiculous to just spout nonsense without any evidence?"

Xu Wenbin was so stunned by Su Qinghe's state that he forgot his own lines were following hers.

The host had to cough lightly to remind him, "Mr. Xu? It's your turn to speak."

"Oh? Oh, I'm sorry—"

When it was Jiang Che and Lu Ziang's turn to face off, the atmosphere in the room was extremely tense.

Gu Mingzhi, played by Jiang Che, obtained a crucial clue, confirming that there was a hidden double agent among those present.

And he needs to identify the person in front of everyone during the final discussion.

Lu Ziang's role as the translator also revealed all his cards at this stage.

His true identity is a member of an underground organization, but whether he is a comrade or a traitor, the script leaves the suspense to Jiang Che's choice.

"Gu Mingzhi, you say you have a list, then I'd like to ask you, where did you get this list from? What makes you think the information you have is true?"

In response to Lu Ziang's question, Jiang Che calmly pulled a folded piece of paper from his pocket and placed it on the table.

"I cannot disclose the source of this list, but it records each person's interactions with relevant individuals over the past three months."

"Translator Tang," he tapped the letter with his finger, "could you explain why, on the night of the 15th of last month, you met with people from the West District liaison station, and why someone immediately went to search that liaison station?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Ziang's expression froze for a moment.

"How...how did you know about this?"

"I know more than just that. There's also that telegram you sent from your office on the 23rd of last month. Who was the recipient?"

Lu Ziang fell silent.

"Can't explain it, huh?"

Jiang Che snorted coldly and continued indifferently, "Then let me tell you for you, the recipient of that telegram was the intelligence section of the Japanese puppet regime's secret service!"

"You used your identity as a translator as a cover, but you were actually providing the Japanese with intelligence about underground organizations."

He paused, his gaze fixed on Lu Ziang's eyes, and declared, word by word—

"Translator Tang, you are the traitor."

Lu Ziang opened his mouth, wanting to say something to salvage the situation, but Xu Wenbin had already snatched the ID card from his hand with lightning speed.

"Let me see—'Your true identity is a double agent hidden within the organization, codenamed Lone Wolf. You used your position as a translator to pass intelligence to the Japanese intelligence agency, leading to the arrest and sacrifice of three comrades.'"

After Xu Wenbin finished reading this passage, he jumped up from his chair.

"Well, Lao Lu! No wonder you were subtly manipulating the vote the whole time; it turns out you were the real mole!"

Song Mingxuan pushed up his glasses, his tone not as agitated as Xu Wenbin's, but the meaning was similar: "During the second round, you suggested that I cast my doubt vote on Gu Mingzhi. I thought your analysis was very logical, but it turns out you were just trying to confuse the issue."

"You've really hidden it well," Lin tide added, delivering another blow.

Faced with the crowd's condemnation, Lu Ziang could only smile bitterly and raise his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"I admit it, I really lost this time."

He turned to look at Jiang Che, shaking his head helplessly. "Old Jiang, where exactly did you get that lead?"

"I've been watching you the whole time, even though you've been acting so nonchalant. I couldn't tell at all that you've made a breakthrough."

Jiang Che shed the cold and stern expression he had worn during the interrogation and patiently answered everyone's questions.

"It was found on the bookshelf in the corner of the study during the second act."

"Bookshelf?" Lu Ziang was taken aback.

"Well, when the host was moving into the second act, he mentioned that 'the bookshelf in the corner seems to have been rummaged through.' At the time, you guys were arguing about who leaked the telegram's contents, so I went over and looked through it myself."

Jiang Che said casually, "There's an envelope hidden in the bookshelf, containing the records of the telegrams you sent last month."

Lu Ziang remained silent for a long time after hearing these words.

At the beginning of the second act, everyone was busy questioning each other, but Jiang Che quietly found the key evidence and then directly revealed the truth in the final stage.

"The clues you obtained were available to everyone else, but instead of making a fuss about them, you acted as if nothing had happened." Lu Zi'ang's expression was complicated. "Is this your strategy?"

"It's not really a strategy," Jiang Che shrugged. "The host said in the rules that key evidence can be hidden in advance and revealed at the appropriate time."

"I checked the other people's identity information and found that only your timeline matched this telegram, so I just used it at the end."

"Just a casual touch?" Song Mingxuan stopped pushing up his glasses. "You call this a casual touch? In the second round, you went around in circles with me, saying you didn't get any valuable clues."

"Sorry, it's just necessary talk." Jiang Che shrugged helplessly at Song Mingxuan.

The host smiled and clapped, announcing the successful conclusion of "Dark Currents," and routinely selected the MVP of the event.

Six out of the eight votes went to Jiang Che, while the other two were sympathy votes cast by Su Qinghe and Lin tide for Xu Wenbin.

"Why are they sympathy votes?" Xu Wenbin asked, puzzled.

"Because you were the one who got fooled the most by Lao Jiang." Lin tide said matter-of-factly. "He told you to investigate whoever he wanted, and you investigated whoever he wanted, and you told him to confront whoever he wanted. You're practically his Kuomintang hunting dog."

"Depend on!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

It was still early when I came out of the Mist Theater.

Su Qinghe held Jiang Che's arm with one hand, while fiddling with a small badge, a souvenir given to them by the murder mystery game studio, with the other.

"Did you have fun today?" Jiang Che turned his head and asked her.

"I'm happy." Su Qinghe looked up at him and smiled. "It's just that your character is too evil. I didn't realize until the last round that you suspected Lu Ziang. I thought you were targeting me."

"How could I dare to target Teacher Su?"

"Don't give me that. The look in your eyes when you were interrogating me in the play didn't look like you were afraid at all."

Su Qinghe pinched his arm and said in a coquettish tone, clearly dissatisfied.

The group originally planned to disband and go home.

But Xu Wenbin felt it was too wasteful to go back now that it was only a little past five o'clock, so he suggested that everyone go to an internet cafe together.