Chapter 50: The 1924 Train Murder Case (23)

Just as Eli was about to lose control, Tang Mu found a clean corner of the bed and sat down with poise and elegance. Her long right leg rested atop her left, slender wrists pressed against the spotless sheets. She leaned back slightly, deliberately displaying her graceful figure to the man. In her silence, there was a perfect contrast between sophisticated innocence and alluring temptation.

“Well. Mr. Eli, you seem a bit restless. Is it because the room is too small and you feel something can’t unfold properly?”

Heh.

This little girl. She knew exactly what was going on, yet she purposely asked the unnecessary question…

Eli tugged at his uniform’s tie, barely able to contain himself. Tang Mu, however, smiled—a smile that was enticing yet filled with rejection. It was as if all the criminal thoughts that had flashed through Eli’s mind were merely the innate flaws of a man, utterly unrelated to this angel who had inadvertently fallen to earth.

“I have a boyfriend, Mr. Eli,” she said. “Though he’s not here, I have belonged to him alone from start to finish. I love him dearly.”

Eli fell silent.

A surge of irritation welled up inside him, showing even in his clenched jaw. Damn girl, she’s doing this on purpose?

“You’re overthinking.” Despite slamming the brakes halfway, testing his patience, Eli was no ordinary man. Even if the person Tang Mu referred to was himself, Eli could easily render “Yan Xingwen” completely irrelevant to him.

“I have a habit of taking off my uniform as soon as I return to my room. So I dislike having others enter my space.”

“Therefore—”

“Miss Tang Mu’s presence is causing me considerable distress.”

Eli’s face was cold. Even though his body was burning, his demeanor lowered the room’s temperature to freezing.

But Tang Mu feared no challenge. Her specialty was finding and pressing her opponent’s sensitive spots, tormenting them with playful cruelty.

“Oh, is that so?” Tang Mu appeared equally troubled. “But what I’m about to say can only be told to Mr. Eli. No one else can hear, you know?”

“Then let’s hope Miss Tang Mu has something worthwhile to share.” Eli narrowed his sharp, intimidating eyes, making it clear that if she wasted his time with nothing to say, he would not hesitate to throw her out.

He was on the verge of losing control. Before things became irreparably bad, he just wanted Tang Mu to leave so he could hurry to the bathroom, clean up, and take a cold shower.

But compared to the nearly explosive Eli, Tang Mu remained calm and gentle, a stark contrast to the fury brewing in his eyes.

“Good words deserve to be heard slowly. What’s the rush?” Tang Mu was unhurried, composed. “They’re about to trace everything back to me. Tomorrow morning at eight, I’ll be thrown out—‘pop’—exploding into bits… Tsk, what an ugly death, not even a whole corpse left.”

“Thinking about leaving this world in such a manner makes me sad. With beauty of my caliber, even without mercury preservation, I should at least have a crystal coffin, shouldn’t I?”

“Ah, what a pity for my incomplete corpse.”

Eli, rather than angry, found himself amused.

“You want a crystal coffin for your remains?” Eli mocked her fanciful wish. “The game’s operation comes with costs. If every deceased player needed a crystal coffin, this game would have collapsed long ago.”

“But if Miss Tang Mu insists… I’ll submit an application to Lord Spade Q. Whether it’s approved depends on Lord Spade Q’s reply.”

The mention of Spade Q ignited Tang Mu’s fury.

“As expected, the Black Attendant only has eyes for Spade Q. So do you even remember me?”

“I don’t understand what Miss Tang Mu is referring to.” Eli’s tone was icy. “If Miss Tang Mu invited me here for anything other than a tryst, then I see no reason for you to remain. Even the servants who keep the game running have their own personalities. They are not objects for Miss Tang Mu to toy with.”

…

He’s angry.

It seems he’s been pushed to his limit.

Tang Mu sighed, “Mr. Eli is not an object.”

She rose and moved closer to Eli, capturing the subtle panic in his eyes. “My boyfriend is also a Black Attendant. He lost his memory—forgot many things, including me. So every time I enter a new scenario, I seek out the Black Attendant first, testing their reactions to determine their overlap with my boyfriend.”

“That’s why I’m honored to tell you, Mr. Eli, your overlap with my boyfriend has reached sixty percent. I only need to ask you a few more questions to confirm whether you are truly him.”

But Eli’s reaction was far from the delight Tang Mu expected. His expression darkened further.

“Miss Tang Mu doesn’t treat me as an object?” he said, furious. “What happens after you ask? If I am him, what will you do? If I am not, what then?”

“You’ll kill me, won’t you?”

Though his guess was correct, Eli’s reaction was overly intense.

Tang Mu frowned, “Based on my years of experience in reading people, Mr. Eli, you’re acting a bit abnormal.”

Ordinary people, even angry, would not immediately jump to ‘kill me.’ Although Tang Mu might indeed do so, for someone meeting her for the first time, such a response was unusual.

“I’ve checked Miss Tang Mu’s game records,” Eli said coldly. “In the last ‘Bride of the King of Deceit’ scenario, you killed Xue Fen, who was also a Black Attendant like me. Though I don’t know what Xue Fen did to anger you, I assume it’s related to your mysterious, missing boyfriend.”

Oh.

So that’s it.

Tang Mu showed indifference. “Killed him, so be it.”

“Anyway, for you all, resurrection takes only a few minutes.”

What she cared about now was whether Eli was Yan Xingwen.

“I just want to ask you some questions.” Tang Mu ignored Eli’s anger, wanting only the truth. “Which type of green plant do you like most? What kind of snack is your favorite? Which film do you love watching most? And music—what is your favorite song?”