Terrible news! My deskmate's first chapter is gone!

Chen Xi raised an eyebrow.

This matter wasn't particularly special to him; compared to this one and only truth, the number 9 was the real focus.

But from reading Yang Wei's words, Chen Xi could clearly sense that the other party was an extraordinary individual.

He immediately opened the group chat and clicked on a real-time updated ranking of pseudo-human innate talents.

The innate talent of "The One True Truth" has now appeared at the second position in the ranking of the strongest talents!

Chen Xi had thought that this innate talent might rank very high, but she didn't expect it to be this high.

The second-ranked person with the strongest talent is directly comparable to himself, who is in the second tier!

No wonder Yang Wei said, "It's a good thing I listened to myself and didn't go that day."

Second place in the Supreme Rank—that's a really high position. Even if Yang Wei has eyes that can see the truth, he might not be able to escape unscathed.

"So... the reason I felt he was special that day was because he was also ranked second?"

"Did it exert some indescribable attraction on me?"

"But I didn't feel like he noticed me."

"Am I overthinking it, or is the difference in levels just too great?"

Chen Xi thought back carefully and felt that it was probably normal that he hadn't noticed.

This so-called "sole truth" seemed too much like an ordinary person to him at the time. If it weren't for Yang Wei, Chen Xi wouldn't have paid any attention to him.

There was obviously no answer to the question, and Chen Xi could only be thankful that he hadn't attacked the other party.

Although we are both ranked second, I have only been awakened for one day, and I am 99.99% no match for him.

At this time.

Chen Xi suddenly noticed that one number had changed.

The number of people at the top of the group is 172, the same as when Yang Wei was in the group.

When Chen Xi first joined the group, there were 172 people. Later, Yang Wei joined, but Zhang Heng died, so there were still 172 people.

But now...

Why isn't the number 173?

Didn't the delivery guy come in?

Could it be that he ultimately chose to give up?

The moment Chen Xi had a question in his mind, his eyes found the answer for him.

After clicking the three dots in the upper right corner, you can see the other person's profile picture and nickname.

The characters from one to ten are listed first, and below the group owner are Chen Xi and Wang Sanjin.

After quickly scanning through the group members, Chen Xi soon found the answer.

Serial number 222, the "internet celebrity" is gone.

This is a group you can't leave on your own. There's only one reason someone is gone: they're dead!

"You're an internet celebrity, right...?"

Chen Xi didn't know how to define an internet celebrity. Without buying followers, he felt that 10,000 followers should qualify someone as an internet celebrity.

I quickly opened Douyin (TikTok) and searched around, only to find that three internet celebrities had died in the past two days.

A food blogger, a motorcycle blogger, and a personal photographer.

Of these people, only the private photographer's death was somewhat unusual; the other two bloggers either died from eating or from falling to their deaths.

Only this private photographer was different; he died from drinking paraquat.

Chen Xi didn't know whether it was suicide or not.

But one thing, whether by coincidence or not, is that this private photographer's IP address is from Sheung Shui City.

This reminded Chen Xi of Zhang Heng, the professional gamer who was killed by his fans.

I checked, but unfortunately I couldn't find any follow-up reports.

After thinking about it, Chen Xi forwarded the news of the private photographer's death to Li Jibin.

Afterwards, I glanced at the message from the kind person; there wasn't anything special about it. They said they weren't busy today and would come over tonight.

Chen Xi didn't think much of it and replied with an "okay".

Since I couldn't sleep anyway, I just got up and did farm work.

Sleeping later than a dog and waking up earlier than a rooster—that's Chen Xi's current state.

Another busy morning, and I still don't feel hungry.

From a rational perspective, the fried rice served in the early morning played a significant role in this.

Not only that, he also didn't have any stomach discomfort today.

Chen Xi requested extra spicy fried rice yesterday, which was also an experiment, an experiment on her own body.

If he eats overly spicy food, he will inevitably get an upset stomach within five hours. It seems that the physique of the superhuman is strengthened from the inside out.

Chen Xi did not continue working at noon and took a short nap in the warehouse.

He still needs rest, but not as much as before.

In addition, if you keep going like a perpetual motion machine, it can easily frighten the people around you.

Yang Wei sent another message, saying that the funeral was going smoothly and he would be able to come down tonight, though the exact time was still uncertain.

Chen Xi replied with an "okay" as well.

"Looking at it this way, maybe Yang Wei can meet with the good guy. Perhaps the other party has some way to help Yang Wei advance to stage II."

After sending the message, Chen Xi closed her eyes, leaned back in her recliner, and muttered to herself.

It would be very difficult for Yang Wei to upgrade to Stage II due to his own reasons, and Chen Xi really couldn't help him with this, nor could he let him take the exam.

If Chen Xi were to take the exam, he would only need one day to study to pass the bar exam!

This isn't bragging; it's the invincible confidence accumulated over more than a decade!

On the path of exams, Chen Xi considered himself unparalleled throughout history.

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......

21:12.

Outside the window, only moonlight, the croaking of frogs, and the chirping of cicadas remained.

Chen Xi, who had just finished showering, sat in the courtyard and brewed some tea.

The tea set was found in the storage room; it was still relatively new.

The kind person on WeChat said they would arrive around this time, so Chen Xi prepared these things in advance as a way of entertaining them and being polite.

suddenly!

The mysterious tennis ball, which had been quietly inside the shirt pocket, suddenly began to vibrate.

There's a fake human nearby!?

This was Chen Xi's first reaction.

Immediately afterwards, a familiar figure stepped through the door.

"Gu Yi?"

Chen Xi murmured.

In that instant, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.

"stop!"

"Show me your ID card."

Chen Xi didn't mince words and demanded on-site verification.

"what?"

"What's wrong with you? Why are you suddenly suspicious of me?"

Gu Yi was surprised by Chen Xi's move, but he still showed his identity card with serial number 90.

After confirming that everything was correct, Chen Xi breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly walked to the other person's side:

"Excuse me, bro, there might be some fake humans around here."

"When you came over just now, did you see any suspicious people around this house?"

"It should be around here, very close."

Gu Yi was visibly taken aback upon hearing this, clearly surprised by what he said:

"Chen Xi..."

Gu Yi drawled out his words, his face still bearing the same kind, benevolent smile:

"That fake person you mentioned..."

"I'm afraid it's me!"

puff!

The moment Gu Yi finished speaking, Chen Xi felt a sharp pain in her back, as if a needle was sticking into it.

Moreover, the needle seemed to be alive; after it pierced his body, it burrowed in like an eel.