I'm in the Ark, a player.

Mostima began to explain,

"Um... Due to some reason, I need to avoid one of the people inside for the time being, and I will stay in other parts of Lungmen for the time being."

At this point, she should have already accepted a long-distance mission and left Lungmen.

But because of Qin Tianling, she wanted to stay and see.

Where is Fiameta?

"She will come with me."

Mostima said, and then, as if suddenly remembering something interesting, the corners of his mouth curled up a little more.

"Oh, by the way, she just told me that she found something great at a video store—movies where the main character has a normal name but no nicknames."

It was directed by someone named Nian, I think it was called something like... "Crazy Change".

"That's really good taste in naming!"

Upon hearing the name, Qin Tianling felt a deep sense of respect.

"All right."

Mostima straightened up from the courtyard wall, walked towards the other end of the alley, and waved without looking back.

"I won't bother you anymore. Go and get to know your seniors."

By the way—I'd like to remind you, you'd better change into something cleaner.

Qin Tianling looked down at his blood-stained clothes, then looked up again.

well enough?

—It's just the initial equipment, so I won't feel bad if it gets dirty.

............

On the other side, inside the penguin dormitory,

The television was on, and a somber old movie was playing on the screen.

The scene depicts a night with torrential rain.

A figure, whose face was obscured, stood outside the door of a house, rain streaming down his clothes.

The scene shifts to an interior setting, where the doorknob is slowly turning.

Exusiai and Croissant were nestled on the sofa watching a movie, with several opened bags of snacks and two cans of soda that were no longer very cold on the coffee table in front of them.

They've been back for a while now.

The fatigue from the business trip hadn't completely dissipated yet, and I was just about to kill some time with a movie.

"When the rain stops, the nighttime killer will randomly select a victim, enter through the front door, kill the victim, and chop the victim into minced meat."

A deep, slow voice came from the television.

The scene changes continuously, showing a ruthless killer wielding a sharp blade dismembering a screaming victim.

"Who bought this videotape?"

Croissant frowned, reached for the opened videotape box on the coffee table, and looked at the cover.

The cover features a blurry human figure against a backdrop of torrential rain and lightning, with the title, "Rainy Night Serial Killer," written in crooked, blood-red lettering.

"Is that the boss? He couldn't possibly have such bad taste, could he?"

"Hmm...it doesn't seem that bad."

Exusiai thought about it carefully and replied.

Although the Empress's aesthetic sense can be quite unique at times—for example, she thinks the abstract painting in her office, which she still doesn't understand, is very good—

But even the emperor's aesthetic sense couldn't be that unique.

This is clearly a low-budget horror movie.

Her gaze shifted from the packaging box, and she reached for the can of soda on the coffee table, which was no longer very cold. Her fingers had barely touched the can—

Exia's movements suddenly stopped.

She looked at Croissant, her voice suddenly lowering.

Why do I feel like there's some noise at the door?

"I...I felt it too..."

Croissant swallowed hard and replied.

Their gazes slowly shifted towards the entrance, their necks stiff as if they were rusty axles.

The movie on TV was still playing.

The murderer in the picture has finished dealing with the previous victim and is standing outside the door of another house, the rain washing over the blade in his hand that is still dripping with dark liquid.

Now, it seems like something is really getting closer behind that front door.

It was very light and subtle, like the sound of something damp rubbing against the door panel.

The two of them held their breath at the same time.

The next moment, the door was pushed open.

A man covered in blood walked in. He was stained with dark red blood from head to toe, his hair was matted together with blood, and his body was covered in bloodstains, some dried and some still damp.

A smile played on his lips, a smile that stood out starkly against his blood-stained face, even appearing radiant.

"Oh my god!!!"

The two people on the sofa jumped up at the same time.

Exusiai grabbed the bag of potato chips on the coffee table and held it to her chest, while Croissant picked up the can of soda. The two of them pressed close together, their backs against the sofa back.

"There really is a killer who commits murders on rainy nights!!!"

"What serial killer? Is it some kind of special incident?"

Qin Tianling, standing at the door, tilted his head, and beads of blood slid down from the ends of his hair.

He looked around in confusion, his gaze sweeping across the living room.

A television, a coffee table, snacks, soft drinks, and two unfamiliar women huddled on the sofa, shivering—there was nothing there.

Then he looked behind him. The outside was empty, as was the staircase, except for the trail of pale red footprints he had left when he came in.

What is this serial killer they're talking about?

etc...........

Qin Tianling looked at the two of them, raised a blood-stained hand, and pointed to his face.

"You're calling me a serial killer?"

He asked with an incredulous look,

Do I look like the kind of bloodthirsty person who kills for fun?

.....

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P.S.: What's the Honor of Kings world like? Are there any frontline reporters who have provided firsthand reviews?

Chapter 61, What a naughty kid this is!

When Qin Tianling said those words, Croissant and Exusiai nodded rapidly in response.

Nonsense, if you don't look like it, then how would you look like it?

"Croissant, um..."

Staring at Qin Tianling's blood-stained face, Exusiai suddenly spoke up and patted Croissant's arm.

"W-What's wrong?"

Croissant leaned her head closer to Exusiai and asked in a low voice.

"I think I've seen this person in a message from my boss before."

Exusiai's voice turned serious, her eyebrows furrowed, and she tried hard to recall her memories of the journey back.

"The boss sent a group message before, saying something like 'A new employee has joined, very rock and roll, don't be surprised when you see him,' and there was a photo in that message, right?"

The person in that photo looks like him...

At the time, Exusiai didn't understand what the boss meant by "very rock and roll" in that message.

She initially thought it referred to the kind of rock music where "this person would play death metal on a stereo at 3 a.m."

Only now can Exusiai understand.

So this is the level of rock music the boss was referring to?

Exusiai stared at this guy who looked like he'd just killed several people before returning, and couldn't help but feel a little emotional.

This is definitely rock and roll.

"Yes, I am a new employee."

Qin Tianling nodded.

"How did you get into this state...?"

After a moment of silence, Exusiai pointed at his appearance and couldn't help but ask,

"I did some tasks."

Qin Tianling said casually.

"This is way too unrestrained..."

Croissant muttered to herself,

If you're this bad just for doing a task, how do you even manage to do something like this?

Croissant has done Penguin Logistics' tasks before.

Delivering packages, picking up parcels, armed escorts, and the occasional minor skirmish with others—but even in the most intense firefights she'd ever witnessed, she'd never seen anyone get themselves into this state.

Even if you were to fight someone up close with your bare hands, you wouldn't get this much splatter, would you? How many people would you have to hit?

—You can't really go and kill a few people and then come back, can you?

No, you can't think like that.

Croissant banished the thought from her mind.

Penguin Logistics is a legitimate logistics company, and the Emperor is a legitimate boss. While the employees they hire may have their own quirks, they are all law-abiding citizens—at least on the surface.

It's impossible to hire a real serial killer... right?

On the other side, Exusiai scratched her head and stood up from the sofa.

"Let me introduce myself. I am Exusiai, a Lateran."

She pointed to herself, a somewhat natural smile appearing on her lips, then turned her head to look at Croissant.

Croissant paused for a moment, then introduced herself.

“I am Croissant, a Minoan.”

"Ah, the Minoans..."

Qin Tianling nodded, his gaze lingering on Croissant's face for a moment before turning to look at Exusiai.

"So, Remuel, do you have any tasks for me?"