Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 713 - 135 Reasonable Guesses, Reasonable Doubts

Youtiao and brothers laid out bedding on the floor of the dining hall, wrapping Chen Yan in thick blankets.

After a hard day’s toil and travel outside, bumps and scrapes were inevitable. Matuan and Crispy Skin each took a bullet, and Wormwood was almost blown away by a crude bomb, but such injuries were trifling to Garrison Soldiers. They didn’t even need bandages, and would mostly recover in a few hours.

But Chen Yan was different; her recovery power wasn’t so strong. Although she received timely assistance, the accumulated fatigue from substantial physical activity and the pressure of mental stress exacerbated her injuries. She had now begun to develop a fever.

"Big brother, there’s stew!"

Dumpling brought over a pot of makeshift stew, called a mix-up in the North, which was essentially leftovers poured together.

After all, the dining hall was closed at this time. Having something to eat was better than nothing, so Wang Yunxiao wasn’t picky, he grabbed it and slurped it down voraciously.

Youtiao approached Wang Yunxiao with a serious face, whispering, "Big brother, I feel like something’s not right."

"What’s not right?"

"Every time we arrive at a scene, all sorts of accidents happen, as if someone’s always watching us." 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

"If someone was really watching us from the shadows, Chen Yan would have been hit with more than just a bullet."

Wang Yunxiao didn’t agree with Youtiao’s thoughts. If there was surveillance, the opponent would definitely make corresponding adjustments, rather than what’s happening now. No sooner do we complete one task, and bam, three exclamation marks pop up.

The shot that hit Chen Yan was a fluke, like a blind cat bumping into a dead rat. If it was a deliberate move by the opponent, they would have targeted this weakness in the team, hammering it mercilessly. Otherwise, what’s the point of the surveillance?

"What if they’re not watching us?"

Youtiao frowned and said, "For example, monitoring the actions of the likes of Chen Lazsi and Wang Laowu using some method..."

"Instead of surveillance, I think it’s more like a pre-written script, making them the protagonists and having them perform according to the script’s arrangement."

"Then how many scripts does he have to write?"

Youtiao pinpointed the crux of the issue with that remark.

Wang Yunxiao was also pondering this problem.

If you set up a scenario for one person, that’s simple, requiring no profound skills, something even Wang Yunxiao could manage.

But to arrange so many scripts simultaneously, the volume of work was truly enormous.

It’s like future online novelists starting twenty books at the same time. Leaving aside whether they can keep up with the typing pace, can their minds even process that fast?

Obviously, it’s impossible.

With cases like Chen Lasi and Wang Laowu, which not only had complete character setups but even designed conflict plots, they dealt with over a dozen of them just today.

In places beyond their consideration, who knows how many scripts there are.

This prolific output, like a sow, makes it hard not to suspect that they’ve enlisted the help of an AI Great Immortal.

"I have two speculations."

Wang Yunxiao said in a lowered voice, "Firstly, the opponent’s strength is likely far above ours, possibly more than a tier higher."

The notebook showed no traces of contamination, so it’s highly likely the opponent has employed methods from within the Twelve Laws.

He has beaten enemies advanced in the Heretical Path before.

Advancement in the Heretical Path is relatively simple, but the strength is significantly weaker compared to the Righteous Path Advancement.

Wang Yunxiao knew that Huo Qingyang’s strength was unfathomable, and after his own advancement to Iron Sparrowhawk of the Heretical Path, he truly understood the terror of the Righteous Path’s Rampaging Colonel advancement.

The combat strength of the Iron Sparrowhawk is already considered quite formidable among the Heretic Path of the Twelve Laws. Those Human Skin Painters, Flower Amidst Guests, Puppet Masters, and the like, are skilled in all sorts of crooked and unorthodox techniques.

They could be simply termed as capable of effortlessly crushing the weak.

However, now Wang Yunxiao feels like he is the one being crushed.

Though without any direct evidence, he has a hunch that his opponent is playing the game of "sociology"; in other words, there’s a high possibility that he is facing a powerful practitioner versed in the Heretic Path of the Scholar Dharma Gate, whose methods are so refined that they leave people in awe, a whole rank above his own level.

What profession would an Ink Guest advance to? Wang Yunxiao honestly didn’t know.

But conversely, all these signs also indirectly confirmed his speculation.

"Second, it’s very likely that the opponent is an insider from the system."

A traitor, a spy, and moreover, a seasoned big shot.

Otherwise, from where did you cultivate to such an awesome realm? This is not some ancient primordial universe where any creature that follows you can cultivate to perfection by hiding in the deep mountains and old forests.

He has in his possession not only the modified textbooks of various Dharma Gates but also higher-level textbooks, or he himself might be the compiler!

The Medicine Monk from the Pure Land Sect is the best example.

The Wang Yunxiao of today is no longer the novice who knew nothing. After so many battles, he has come to understand many secrets unknown to outsiders.

This includes the origins of the Twelve Laws.

This system was not created by the President alone, but was a collection of opinions from many parties, some of the contributors weren’t even allies of the President.

If we deduce in this way, the range of suspects is significantly narrowed down.

"I refuse to believe that a single person, or a group of people, could arrange so many scripts simultaneously."

Youtiao snorted coldly: "Just like with the fourth brother Chen, to set him up, wolves were even brought in. It feels like the person writing the script is somewhat detached from the mortal world, inflicting tragedy just for the sake of tragedy, with a forced sense of misery."

"Big brother, do you think it’s possible that he is taking the easy route, forcibly imposing someone else’s story onto the fourth brother Chen?"

"Plagiarism?"

"Not necessarily plagiarism, I have never heard such a twisted storytelling segment. Could it be that it’s plagiarizing a case?"

A thought struck Wang Yunxiao.

"You mean, the incident with the fourth brother Chen might have been a case that happened somewhere in the past?"

"At the very least, it must be a matter from the former dynasty. Think about how many years Tianmen City has developed; we never heard about wolves entering the city before. Only to scare children into sleeping would one say, ’if you don’t sleep, the big bad wolf will come and snatch you away!’"

Who would have the opportunity to access records of these old affairs from the former dynasty? Or rather, would such records really exist from the former dynasty?

Wang Yunxiao immediately went to find Huang Zhen.

Huang Zhen was still working overtime late into the night. The staff shortage in the office meant that all sorts of work, big and small, were concentrated on him. He was so busy that he barely touched the ground, and if it weren’t for his cultivation of the Dharma Gates, he might not have been able to hold up.

"This thing you’re talking about sounds more like records of local eccentrics, and it’s unlikely we would have such records in the police station, but indeed there’s a specialized thing for recording similar stories," Huang Zhen mused for a long time before nodding and saying: "Aside from managing local affairs, the Yamen of the county under the former dynasty had an additional task, which was to compile local gazettes. They would keep records of each county’s evolution, geography, household registration, tribute, and other information, including some important local events, such as wealthy patrons donating funds for temple construction and road paving, Green Forest Heroes gathering in the mountains, and various peculiar people and strange happenings..."

"Currently, this task should be under the responsibility of the Secretary Bureau."

"But the problem is, I’ve only heard of the name of the Secretary Bureau, but I have no idea where it is or what it looks like. Unless they proactively contact you, you wouldn’t even know which way their department’s main gate opens."