After warning Lin Zhao not to come in, Lin Yu locked his bedroom door from the inside and opened his suitcase again.

"Fu Luo, I might briefly lose consciousness or something. Please keep an eye on me."

Fu Luo answered seriously, "No problem, brother. Leave it to me!"

"Find out the full truth behind Radish Grandpa's death. It all depends on you!"

After hearing Fu Luo's reply, Lin Yu also issued a silent instruction to Hannah.

"If anything unusual happens, do whatever it takes to wake me up, Hannah."

"Ribbit! At your command, Director!" Hannah said earnestly.

Lin Yu trusted Hannah even more than Fu Luo.

Not because he suspected Fu Luo would harm him.

This trust was not about character, it was about capability.

Although Fu Luo was a First-Tier player, given sudden emergencies, Lin Yu found it hard to believe Fu Luo would be more useful than Hannah.

Of course, this was just to be absolutely safe.

After all, two Third-Tier players were sitting downstairs, and they were in Jiangcheng now.

Lin Yu didn't think there was a real chance anything would go wrong.

He then took out the Ancient Notebook and began to bring it closer to Radish Grandpa's relics.

Fu Luo was very surprised: "This 'notebook' is…?"

"Yeah, we two got it in the snowy mountains earlier. Later I temporarily lent it and some other items to a friend," Lin Yu said calmly, "because she happened to foresee, by some means, that her next dungeon run might enter the Wasteland Realm."

"When she returned it to me, she told me she had discovered a hidden use for this item… and that hidden use, to me, happens to be able to solve the Radish Grandpa matter."

Hearing Lin Yu's explanation, Fu Luo nodded.

"I see… You two are really close, being able to lend items to each other."

"Yes, you could call it a friendship worth dying for," Lin Yu paused, "I trust her a lot."

He glanced at Fu Luo, saw his expression, and roughly understood what Fu Luo was thinking now.

"Fu Luo must be making up his mind to keep the Order's secrets from me…"

Lin Yu thought.

From today's observations, Fu Luo was indeed a reliable person, someone who could get along with others—he and Shen Bingmiao probably really weren't plotting anything big or anything harmful to Lin Yu.

Although Lin Yu had originally been ninety percent certain, now that certainty rose to ninety-nine percent!

Then, under Hannah's disguise, Lin Yu quietly brought Old Zheng out as well.

"Make peace for now, do me a favor."

Old Zheng took in the surroundings and then understood what to do, speaking with helplessness, "Fine… I already promised you anyway."

Lin Yu sensed an invisible spiritual power emerge, beginning to peel away the lingering souls attached to those objects bit by bit.

Old Zheng then transformed those "souls" into some kind of materialized light.

"Is this Psychic Construction?"

Lin Yu thought to himself.

Unfortunately, his relationship with Old Zheng was currently tense, so it wasn't the right time to ask out loud.

However…

As the soul fragments appeared, the Ancient Notebook reacted!

When the Ancient Notebook approached Radish Grandpa's wallet and items, the remaining soul energy was suddenly absorbed into it.

"Whoosh—"

Then…the miraculous notebook emitted a faint white light and flipped to a fresh page.

Feeling the notebook's emergent mysterious power, Lin Yu recalled the scenes on the train and Baron Coleman's method of use, and began to actively guide that power.

Soon…

Lin Yu felt the words on the notebook begin to stir and link with his consciousness.

Countless memory light-clusters floated before the notebook. With a thought, Lin Yu sent his question to the Ancient Notebook.

"I want to know information about Radish and the truth of his death!"

Then Lin Yu saw one light-cluster slightly dissolve, turning into lines of text that appeared on the notebook.

"Luo Yuzhen, male, height 171 centimeters, weight 59 kilograms, aged seventy-five years, three months and six days at death, cause of death…"

But the farther the text went, the more distorted and jittery it became, harder to read; if one focused too intently, it felt as if it would pull the reader in.

Lin Yu exhaled, "As expected, my guess was right."

In his hands, this notebook was indeed far more powerful than the "Universal Recording Paper" Baron Coleman had mentioned.

Even without Baron Coleman's active cooperation, he could use souls to restore and peek into memories.

Lin Yu deliberately concentrated on the blurred text further on, releasing his restrictions on his own soul and mind.

Then—

"Whoosh!"

Lin Yu felt his consciousness being drawn into the Ancient Notebook again!

To be precise… he was being absorbed into the "memory" constructed by the Ancient Notebook.

When he opened his eyes again, he found himself in a vegetable greenhouse.

The soil had just been turned; many seedlings had been newly planted, which looked like tomato plants.

Outside the greenhouse was a single-story, self-built rural house and courtyard, and the village road stretched into the distance.

Compared to Baron Coleman's vast memory scene, this place wasn't very large; beyond a few hundred meters everything blurred.

But it was still vivid and authentic, not distorted just because it came from Radish Grandpa's lingering soul fragments.

The damp feel and scent of the soil were incredibly real, and every plant's appearance was clearly present.

Lin Yu looked around and then saw Radish Grandpa turning soil at the far end of the greenhouse.

He was squatting before a tomato seedling, studying it carefully.

Lin Yu walked over.

At this moment, the scene finally showed a difference from Baron Coleman's memory.

Perhaps because this time the Ancient Notebook hadn't simply taken "a memory," but had absorbed a "part of Radish Grandpa's soul"…

As a character within this memory, Radish Grandpa raised his head at the sound of footsteps and looked toward Lin Yu, who was approaching.

He squatted on the ground and asked with a chuckle.

"Young man, you came to investigate me, right?"

"It seems my death had a deep impact; they even used such a miraculous method…"

"So, you want to ask who the killer is?"

As Radish Grandpa spoke, Lin Yu shook his head.

"Sorry, we already know the truth of your death… there was no killer. After you died in an accident, you tried to disguise it as a murder."

Hearing Lin Yu's words, the memory-version of Radish Grandpa was stunned for a moment, then shook his head with a smile.

"The Order, the Hunters' Association… there are still too many capable people. When I made the plan I thought it would be fine, but in reality it was seen through…"

Radish Grandpa sighed, then looked at the tomato seedling and said self-deprecatingly,

"After all, I'm just an old man who's farmed half my life."

"But… young man, since you already know the 'truth,' what more do you not understand that you came to ask me in person?"

Lin Yu looked at Radish Grandpa and said slowly.

"Motivation."