Part 2
What exactly is a sloth-like thing like a demon tired from all day long?
He lost interest in such a spineless opponent and picked up his wine glass again: “So why don’t you go find the angel? It must be that trash who did it.”
Unexpectedly, Han Yuzhe shook his head: “Not him.”
Hua Yan furrowed his brows: “You trust the angel?”
Han Yuzhe looked as if he had been gravely insulted. He looked at Hua Yan with a bland expression: “No, he was my first suspect. I just went to see him.”
What he didn’t say was: But after today, the angel might develop an interest in Berlin because of this.
On that face that usually showed no interest in anything, a rare, ugly expression appeared, as if he had swallowed a fly. He said stiffly: “…It really wasn’t him.”
Hearing this, Hua Yan shrugged, indicating he couldn’t help. He waved his hand impatiently at Han Yuzhe and picked up his phone to continue scrolling through Berlin’s short videos: “If there’s nothing else, leave my room.”
Han Yuzhe had trespassed on private territory first, so he didn’t mind Hua Yan’s attitude. He just recalled Hua Yan’s room number and dropped a sentence slowly: “Your taste in choosing rooms is still so boring.”
1260, another “Vampire Number.”
Everyone knew that mathematicians named it “Vampire Number” simply based on a “fangs” metaphor, which had nothing to do with real vampires fundamentally. But Hua Yan still liked to engage in these pointless things, choosing a room number that met the conditions in every hotel.
For example, 21 x 60 = 1260, so he chose Room 1260. 21 and 60 were the new fangs.
Hua Yan knew nothing about arithmetic and had no interest in learning. He would just search on Baidu beforehand every time.
“Boring?” Hua Yan smiled faintly, retorting sarcastically: “Better than you always wanting Room 666. Even sasaeng fans know you have a special fondness for 666. Knowing the hotel you’re staying at in advance equals knowing your room number. Don’t you know how many times cameras have been secretly installed? Stop causing trouble for Skye.”
Han Yuzhe glanced at him lightly and corrected: “Six is indeed the number belonging to demons.”
The two looked at each other, shared a moment of mutual disdainful silence, and then Han Yuzhe’s figure suddenly vanished from the room.
He went to find the next suspect.
Han Yuzhe initially thought it was the angel because his powers were the exact opposite of a demon’s.
After proving it wasn’t him, Han Yuzhe turned to suspect his teammates—because he didn’t sense any additional unfamiliar aura on Berlin.
Unless the other party’s power far exceeded his, there was no possibility of it going unnoticed.
Han Yuzhe never imagined that Cecil was someone Berlin met in a dream. No trace was left because Cecil had never appeared in the real world.
Unable to find the culprit, Han Yuzhe went to interrogate his teammates one by one.
Given Hua Yan’s displeasure at him passing directly through the wall, Han Yuzhe paused at Jiang Shu’ran’s door and knocked.
Han Yuzhe thought leisurely: Courtesy first, force later. Once it’s confirmed that Jiang Shu’ran did it, there’s no need to be polite.
He waited for five seconds, expressionlessly realizing that his patience only existed when facing Berlin.
So, Han Yuzhe teleported into the room without hesitation.
The sound of water came from the bathroom; Han Yuzhe had heard it from a hundred meters away.
He checked the time, withholding judgment on Jiang Shu’ran’s habit of soaking in the bathtub whenever he wasn’t working.
After all, he was a fish.
“Han Yuzhe? Come in.” Jiang Shu’ran’s voice came clearly through the door, carrying a hint of confusion.
Han Yuzhe couldn’t be bothered to lift his hand to press the door handle. He took a slow step forward, and in the next instant, he was inside the bathroom.
As soon as he entered, his vision was blurred by the thick, fog-like steam.
Jiang Shu’ran’s silver hair had grown longer, extending from the bathtub to the floor. His golden fishtail lazily slapped the water in the tub.
He leaned on the edge of the bathtub, holding a wine glass, hiding a small annoyance within his politeness: “Can you move off my hair?”
Han Yuzhe looked down and found that his landing spot was exactly on a lock of Jiang Shu’ran’s hair.
He nodded slightly with zero apology and slowly moved a step to the side: “Ah, sorry.”
Jiang Shu’ran flicked his fishtail, casually blowing the foam off his fingertips, showing no intention of saying more: “Something the matter?”
Han Yuzhe persisted with his slow questioning: “The mark I left on Berlin was wiped away. Was it you?”
Jiang Shu’ran’s blowing motion paused. He looked at Han Yuzhe with a ghostly, “kind” gaze, yet the temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees: “It wasn’t me~”
“You established a connection with Xiao Lin without permission. Cheating is shameful. Is this a confession without duress?” He lowered his eyelids and suggested, his long, sharp nails making a terrifying, tooth-aching sound: “But why don’t you go find the angel? It’s most likely him.”
Han Yuzhe: “…”
He wanted to explain that what he did didn’t count as cheating.
But the thought of repeating the same words was exhausting.
So he fell silent with no expression for a moment. After confirming Jiang Shu’ran wasn’t the person he was looking for, he vanished on the spot without hesitation.
Jiang Shu’ran, whose wonderful bath time was interrupted and who was then ignored: “…”
He smiled incredibly gently, yet the aura around him was terrifying.
Jiang Shu’ran: Great, today is another day full of team spirit.
Han Yuzhe arrived at his final stop.
This time, he didn’t even bother knocking and went straight into Wu Hengyao’s room.
Wu Hengyao was having an extra meal. On the dining table, twenty-eight servings of rare steak delivered by the hotel were neatly arranged.
Two minutes later.
Wu Hengyao was furious, the fork in his hand crushed into a ball by a sudden burst of strength: “What? You actually left a mark on Berlin privately? You traitor!”
Han Yuzhe: “…”
Wu Hengyao’s reflexes were a beat slow. Immediately after, he raged again: “Why did you come to me? It must be that trash angel who did it!”
Han Yuzhe: “…”
Should he say, as expected of members from the same group? They showed absolute team spirit and unnecessary tacit understanding in this regard.
He should have clarified for the angel, but firstly, he was too lazy to explain, and secondly, he felt the worse the angel’s reputation, the better. Why clarify?
So Han Yuzhe nodded simply: “You’re right, he definitely did it.”
Wu Hengyao bit into a steak ferociously: “That trash deserves to go to heaven!”
Buffet Restaurant.
Berlin ate while reading his e-book until he sensed a familiar gaze. He looked up and saw Han Yuzhe.
Wu Hengyao was following behind Han Yuzhe.
Ever since sitting down, Han Yuzhe had been under a cloud of melancholy, not even drinking his cocktail.
Wu Hengyao, on the other hand, was scanning him nervously, as if checking if he was carrying a dangerous time bomb.
Berlin: “?”
Five minutes later, Berlin learned what had happened from Wu Hengyao.
Except Wu Hengyao omitted some parts he didn’t want Berlin to know, like the agreement between them.
In short, none of the teammates admitted that wiping away the mark had anything to do with them, and they even turned around to accuse Han Yuzhe of not playing fair.
Berlin thought to himself, Indeed, it wasn’t you guys.
His gaze shifted to Han Yuzhe.
For some reason, Berlin seemed to see a big cat soaked to the bone by rain, knocking on doors one by one, persistently asking: My dried fish was stolen. Did you take it? Someone must be responsible for this!
Berlin: “…”
Oh no, the guilt is rising.
He hesitated, then carefully poked Han Yuzhe’s arm: “Ah-Zhe?”
Han Yuzhe slowly turned his head and looked over silently.
Berlin thought, Might as well solve the problem at the root. Just telling him should be fine. Besides, Han Yuzhe can’t find Cecil anyway. Just as he was about to tell him that he had a dream, someone walked to the seat next to Berlin unnoticed and pulled out a chair.
He looked up and saw two teammates who never participated in breakfast time sitting down around the table, one on his left and one on his right.
Jiang Shu’ran’s smile, vaguely carrying killing intent, was so gentle it gave people goosebumps.
With a meaningful smile, he glanced at Han Yuzhe, then turned to Berlin: “Morning.”
For some reason, Berlin felt the flow of air around him slow down.
Han Yuzhe looked at the sky expressionlessly.
Ah. He was originally too lazy to explain with a single extra sentence, but now it seemed he was going to drag out even more trouble.
Author’s Note:
Han Yuzhe: Ah, so lazy. So annoying.
Han Yuzhe: Who said demons can’t lie? That sentence itself is a lie. I say it, and they believe it. So naive.
Hua Yan: ???
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