After being poisoned by mushrooms, all the strange creatures became fascinated by me.

Tang Li excitedly placed another large Sichuan peppercorn chicken leg on the skinny man's plate.

"You've been a huge help!" she exclaimed abruptly, patting the skinny man's shoulder. "Well done!"

The skinny man looked up at her, bewildered. Tang Li had already picked up her plate and stood up, walking enthusiastically towards Jiang Hui and Qiu Wanting.

The two people eating over there could tell from Tang Li's expression that she had probably found some new clue. In response, they waved to her excitedly.

As they were waving, Tang Li suddenly stopped, put down her plate, and sat down at another table.

Jiang Hui & Qiu Wanting: ?

"Good afternoon!" Tang Li said happily.

Fang Yingjie, who was eating listlessly and exhausted, slowly raised his head: "Good afternoon."

Tang Li, who had not yet entered society, opened her eyes wide in horror.

What are those two blobs of shadow he's applied from under his eyes almost all the way to his cheekbones? Could they be dark circles?

"What's wrong?" Fang Yingjie slowly tore open the cupcake holder, his voice barely audible, as if he had been working overtime all night.

Tang Li said, "I'd like you to investigate one of the hospital's employees."

"This person's surname is Jiang, Dr. Jiang, and he appears to be around thirty years old. I need his information."

Fang Yingjie paused, put down the cake, took out a notebook and pen from his pocket, quickly scribbled something down, and asked without looking up, "What kind of information?"

"I'd like to see the patients he's treated in recent years and his research interests," Tang Li said thoughtfully. "I'm not familiar with hospital data storage... If the above isn't realistic, I'd at least need his records of job transfers within the hospital."

Fang Yingjie nodded professionally: "Okay, give me some time, I'll contact you again."

Tang Li, ever the shrewd one, asked, "So, what kind of payment should I make?"

Fang Yingjie put away his pen and paper: "Don't worry, Boss Qiu is a VIP with an annual subscription."

Tang Li nodded in satisfaction and took her leave. She then stood up and continued walking with her tray.

Jiang Hui and Qiu Wanting noticed her again, and nodded to her reservedly.

After ordering for a while, Tang Li put down her plate and sat down again.

A pair of strangers, a man and a woman: ?

They shrank back in fear, for the very person they had been whispering about was now sitting right in front of them.

"You've been pointing at me all this time, do you have some information to tell me?" Tang Li tilted her head and grinned at them.

The couple stared at Tang Li in horror, clutching each other's hands and shaking their heads in unison.

"Hey, what are you talking about me about?" Tang Li asked disappointedly. "I saw your lip movements just now..."

Her tone suddenly turned cold. "A madman?"

At the same time, a bright smile spread across her face. "A madman with blood on his hands, are you talking about me?"

"No, no..." The young couple was almost crying in fright. They had no idea that talking about someone behind their back would lead to the person in question coming to their door.

"Yes, yes," Tang Li continued her performance, completely immersed in her art. "I'm just crazy!"

His face suddenly turned sinister, and he leaned forward. "A madman whose temperament changes drastically and he kills people without any intelligence."

The young couple trembled violently, wiping away tears, and told each other everything they knew.

Meanwhile, in the corner.

"Why is she acting like Mencius' mother moved three times just to find the right environment for her son's education?" Qiu Wanting asked Jiang Huiqu.

Jiang Hui, her face expressionless, said numbly, "If she's Mencius' mother, then what are we?"

"I am Meng Po." Qiu Wanting shrugged, picked up Jiang Hui's bowl and added a bowl of eight-treasure porridge for her, saying emotionally, "Drink this soup, and from now on, forget our teammates who don't want to return to the team."

Jiang Hui solemnly clinked her bowls with Qiu Wanting's. She had just taken a spoonful and put it in her mouth when she looked up and immediately choked.

"Cough cough... Tang!" She patted Qiu Wanting's arm and pointed behind him.

"I won't turn back," Qiu Wanting said sternly. "I don't care who she ate with anymore."

Jiang Hui kicked Qiu Wanting under the table.

Qiu Wanting had no choice but to turn her head and look: ? ? ? !

Tang Li, carrying a tray, sat down opposite Sun Ping.

Sun Ping?

Sun Ping was no longer the glamorous man he once was. He resembled an old wolf king, driven from his pack by illness and injury, huddled at the table, his frail body hunched over.

He had almost run out of reward points, so after Gu Xiaoying blinded him, he couldn't afford the magic medicine to restore his eyes to their original state and could only use a malfunctioning mechanical eye as a substitute.

"Hey, Boss Sun, are you blind?" Tang Li said calmly, but her words were explosive.

No social interaction, just pure provocation.

Sun Ping's mechanical eyes stiffly lifted, one frame at a time, staring blankly at Tang Li.

His tone was filled with venom: "I will kill you... You wait, I will tear you to pieces sooner or later..."

Even though he has lost his points and followers, even though he has been abandoned by that master's followers, he has already made preparations. He still has a hidden move in the pile of strange things...

"Sure, sure," Tang Li agreed perfunctorily. "By the way, was that Director Cao the undercover agent you painstakingly placed in this strange place?"

Sun Ping slammed the fork in his hand into the plate with a clang.

He stared at her in disbelief, his lips beginning to tremble.

"It seems the dean found out," Tang Li said, looking at him sympathetically. "Anyway, the dean killed Director Cao with his own hands and even apologized to me."

"Oh dear, oh dear," her eyes were full of pity, "now, even the strange faction you first joined has abandoned you."

Sun Ping was breathing heavily, like a bull driven to the brink of despair. He suddenly slammed his hand on the table, flipped his hand, drew his knife, and stood up.

—He didn't stand up.

A relatively slender hand landed on his shoulder, and Sun Ping was unable to stand up.

The person who appeared behind him had a wasp waist and an ape-like back, with the posture of a crane and the shape of a mantis.

"Brother Sun, don't get angry." Jiang Hui chuckled. If it weren't for the bulging veins on the back of her hand, anyone would think she was calm and collected.

Hair quickly grew on Sun Ping's face, and sharp claws popped out from his hands, transforming him rapidly into a werewolf.

A faint golden light also appeared around Jiang Hui's pupils.

"Calm down, calm down," Qiu Wanting said with a smile, stepping between the two and seriously trying to break up the fight. "Fighting is not allowed in the safe zone, you know, Boss Sun. If you get kicked out of the safe zone for fighting again..."

"Wouldn't you then truly become that kind of rat everyone wants to beat?"

Add oil to the fire.

However, Qiu Wanting's words did have an effect. Sun Ping no longer had the capital to act recklessly. He was breathing heavily, and the wolf fur on his face gradually withered away.

"Alright, alright, seeing how pitiful you are, I'll give you a chance to get revenge on me." Tang Li said gently, as if indulging a child. "Come on, tell me something..."

She whispered in his ear, "What's the combination lock on the dean's office?"

"Wow, don't just sneer!"

"Think about it, you hate me, and now you hate the dean who abandoned you."

"If you tell me the password, maybe you can see me and the Dean die together?"