I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 717 - 274: Evil Thoughts, Time to Claim the Prize (5k)

Wen Yan went out for a while, and when he came back, during dinner, he handed the box containing the artificial eye to Mo Shishi.

"Try it after dinner, see if you like it. If you don't, we can change it later.

It just so happens that I know a real expert, extremely skilled, with a sharp eye.

He recommended this to me, and I think it's pretty good."

"Mm, thank you." Mo Shishi lowered her head, holding the Yang energy-blessed tomato in both hands like a little zombie, nibbling at it slowly. When she heard Wen Yan's words, she merely responded softly.

"No need to thank me." Wen Yan actually felt a bit of regret in his heart, that the third time through he hadn't managed to go back before killing Glutton.

If this time he could return, with advance knowledge of what was going to happen, there would at least be hope to prevent the tragedy.

After thinking it over, he still couldn't help but ask,

"If you had a choice, would you rather none of this had happened, or that things turned out better in the end?"

Mo Shishi was a little surprised at why Wen Yan would ask this.

But since he was the one asking, she still thought about it seriously, and said,

"I think things are fine as they are now. Even without any of this happening, I was still going to die—there was no saving me.

Now all those people and demons who did harm have been punished.

Even though my eye was ruined and didn't help anyone in the end,

the real culprit is dead now, and there won't be any more victims in the future. In a way, that means I've helped more people.

Actually, that's a good thing. And me, I guess I'm still alive, for now.

Even if so many things don't have much taste, at least I'm still alive.

I think things are really good as they are. Very good. I'm really satisfied."

As she spoke, she took a bite of the tomato. That slightly sweet and sour taste was one of the few flavors she could still detect these days.

That feeling of cherishing, she had never experienced before.

Now she also understood why the little zombie always smiled so happily whenever he hugged a tomato to eat.

She was the same now—even tasting something brought an indescribable sense of fulfillment.

In fact, she hadn't liked sour things before, but now she cherished this flavor a lot.

After all, whether you can taste something or whether you like it—those are two entirely different things.

Wen Yan saw how earnest Mo Shishi was, how she didn't seem to have any regrets, nor any desire to start over. Secretly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

Yeah, what he thinks is good might not be what she thinks is good.

What felt like regret to him, Mo Shishi didn't see as a regret at all.

What Mo Shishi focused on was that in the future, there'd be a lot of donors, and their organs would no longer be taken by Glutton. That meant more than whether her own eye had helped anyone.

Wen Yan's heart grew calmer as well.

He stayed at home, continuing his daily cultivation, using the black box Feng Yao had given him to keep track of Little Mustache's movements at all times.

Where Little Mustache had gone, where he lingered, Wen Yan recorded it all.

He wasn't in a hurry to confront Little Mustache; first he needed to gather enough information, and couldn't let the other side know someone was monitoring him.

Only then would the other person keep acting as usual, following his normal routines.

If he discovered anything, then Little Mustache could use the time-rewinding to reclaim his advantage.

Killing him once, killing him ten times—it wouldn't fundamentally change anything.

As long as he rewound, almost all the advantages Wen Yan had painstakingly built up would be wiped out in an instant.

He simply used the black box to record everything—no one was actually watching Little Mustache, so even if there was something else, it wouldn't arouse any suspicion.

A day went by, and Wen Yan saw that Little Mustache wandered around Guanzhong County, visited a museum, then went to see an art exhibition. He was just like any ordinary tourist.

Apart from resting at his hotel, the place he stayed the longest was a café.

At a café, he sat by the window for two hours and didn't interact with anyone during that time.

Judging by his usual route, there wasn't anything unusual. Most of the time, he was in areas covered by surveillance cameras.

Wen Yan quietly sighed in relief. At least for now, Little Mustache was still keeping things relaxed, looking for all the world like a normal person.

Then Wen Yan started putting the people connected to Little Mustache into the black box, and began to record them as well.

Using his phone, he checked over in Harbor City, and quickly found a news story.

A seaside villa had caught fire after a gas leak; the only one who died was a young rich kid from that household.

The news included a photo of an older couple crying their hearts out.

Wen Yan checked into it—nothing strange in the files. But he knew this meant the Doll Master had run away.

He took out his phone and used the Scorching Sun Department's software to reconstruct an image of the Doll Master's face.

After tweaking it for a good while and confirming there weren't any issues, he put the picture into the black box, told it to use Harbor City as the center, and started a comparison.

Then, in just three seconds, a lead came up—a person more than 95% similar was still in Harbor City.

Wen Yan was startled for a moment—still in Harbor City?

Then the black box gave a location; the target had been there for an entire day.

He hesitated for a moment. With night falling, he called Tong Si and Feng Wei, asking them to come over.

Leaving from Old Zhao's place, arriving at Harbor City, Wen Yan didn't go into the city. He just had Tong Si take a look from afar.

"Take a look—see if there's a thread only you can see, piling up over there."