I Am the Only Fertile Woman in the Game-Chapter 180 - The Murderer

Zong Yan did not dare to lift his head, but he could imagine the strategic expression on the man’s face even without looking up.

The leader changed the subject, “However, since it was a fleeting affair, capturing the Ancient Human and bringing them back to the Federation might not be easy, right?”

Zong Yan gritted his teeth, his forehead soaked with cold sweat. He knew all too well that this statement was not a question but a command. Between preserving Zong Fang and the Ancient Human, Zong Yan did not hesitate to choose the former.

“Please rest assured, leader; I will devise a detailed plan soon and definitely bring the Ancient Human back,” he said.

The leader’s eyes narrowed slightly, hearing him utterly avoiding mentioning his own son in his words, recognized how highly Zong Yan valued and loved his son. This also ruthlessly led him to see through something: the long-standing rumored discord between the Zong Family father and son was a smoke screen deliberately allowed by Zong Yan.

He assessed for a moment, realizing he still needed Zong Yan, so he chose not to press further to avoid straining their relationship.

So he said, “Well, I won’t force you. If you manage to capture the Ancient Human, your son will remain free.”

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The Freedom Alliance.

Qiao Suisui had Sang Yan take her to the scene of the Archbishop’s assassination.

It was a bungalow behind the church, simply furnished, revealing traces of the Archbishop’s daily life. There was an air of solemnity and desolation here.

The scene of the crime was a study in the bungalow, a place where Sang Yan learned the Archbishop spent most of his time. Thick drapes isolated the outside light, making the room appear dim and eerie. The desk was cluttered with unorganized books and documents, and the floor showed clear signs of struggle, the carpet stained with blood, symbolizing the desperation at the time of the murder.

Qiao Suisui moved to enter, but Sang Yan quickly reached out to block her.

“Suisui, it’s… really dirty inside. Are you sure you want to see this?” Sang Yan asked worriedly.

She was pregnant, and given her previous symptoms of morning sickness, Sang Yan feared she would find the smell of blood unbearable.

Qiao Suisui said, “I have to take a look anyway. Don’t worry, I’m wearing the Moonlight Flower brooch bracelet you made for me.”

Sang Yan’s brows remained furrowed as he took out a clean handkerchief, thoughtfully infused with the fragrance of Moonlight Flower. He handed her the handkerchief, saying, “Cover your mouth and nose with this, and if you feel uncomfortable, you must tell me immediately.”

Qiao Suisui nodded, covered her mouth and nose with the handkerchief, and on entering, despite the fresh scent of Moonlight Flower, could not mask the pungent stench.

She suppressed the rising bile in her throat and began to meticulously scan the surroundings of the room.

She approached the desk and found an overturned ink bottle, ink spilled over the documents creating a chaotic pattern.

“Strange, everyone uses Light Computers to record now, even if it’s writing letters, it’s all voice-printed. Few people use such traditional and ancient methods to write anymore.”

She picked up a piece of paper with a few lines of roughly written notes, but the handwriting was unfamiliar.

“Did the Archbishop have a habit of writing by hand?”

Sang Yan shook his head, “Not sure, I’ll try to ask around, but the Archbishop usually doesn’t socialize much.”

Qiao Suisui also noticed a few broken feather pens on the floor, and an opened notebook. Turning the pages of the notebook, she found the last page contained what seemed to be urgently recorded notes, but several letters had been scratched off, clearly someone had intentionally destroyed them.

While pondering, Sang Yan called her over to look at the scratches on the ground.

“Look at these marks, a fierce struggle obviously took place here. Also, the direction and force of these scratches indicate that the attacker was coming from the front,” Sang Yan analyzed.

“You mean… the killer didn’t attack from behind him?” Qiao Suisui puzzled, “If according to what Carl said, it was the Scavenger’s doing, then why would the killer go through the trouble of confronting the Archbishop face to face, when killing him from behind would have been quicker?”

Sang Yan nodded and said, “I think the killer was more likely imitating the Scavenger’s assassination method, and he inevitably engaged in a conversation with the Archbishop.”

Under what circumstances would a murderer kill face to face?

Qiao Suisui’s eyes lit up, instantly thinking of a possibility—

“Could it be… someone he knew?”

“It’s someone he knew.” Sang Yan and she spoke in unison.

The two exchanged a glance, and Sang Yan pointed to a photo on the desk, which was a group photo with a corner torn off.

Qiao Suisui leaned in to inspect it, not recognizing anyone in the photo, but one face looked vaguely familiar, though she couldn’t remember where she had seen it. She took a photo of it with her Light Computer, deciding to go back and look for a breakthrough.

They continued looking around the room but found no valuable clues. Just as Qiao Suisui was standing up to leave, she felt dizzy from suddenly standing up, and her body wobbled a bit.

Sang Yan immediately grabbed her, his hands firmly supporting her shoulders, their breaths meeting in an instant, filled with an ambiguous atmosphere.

Qiao Suisui looked up at Sang Yan, slightly stunned.

And Sang Yan stared nervously at her face, fearing any discomfort on her part.

“Suisui, are you alright?” Sang Yan’s voice was deep and concerned, with an unmistakeable hint of anxiety.

Qiao Suisui nodded gently, “I’m fine, just a bit dizzy.”

Still worried, Sang Yan helped her walk to the corridor, letting her rest against the wall. He took out a bottle of water from his bag, opened the cap, and handed it to her: “Drink some water, take a rest.”

Qiao Suisui took the water bottle, curiously looking at his bag—first a handkerchief, now water, she couldn’t help asking, “What else do you have in there?”

Sang Yan’s face turned slightly red, he looked down and fumbled with the zipper as a cover, casually saying, “Nothing much, just some odds and ends.”

Worried she might be tired from standing, he went out to find her a chair. During this time, Qiao Suisui peeked into his bag, which was not fully zipped, and spotted a corner of light purple.

Qiao Suisui was startled, driven as if by a ghost, she walked over, opened the bag, and saw her often-worn pair of soft slippers clearly inside Sang Yan’s bag.

She looked down at the small leather shoes she was wearing today, chosen specifically to match her dress, which had a small heel. Although all her shoes were custom-made by Leberli and very comfortable, she was currently pregnant and her feet occasionally swelled, making even the most comfortable shoes less pleasant than soft slippers after long periods of walking or standing.

Feeling Sang Yan’s care, Qiao Suisui’s heart warmed. She unexpectedly realized this man’s gentleness and attention to detail, something she had never noticed before, and felt a strange sensation stirring within her.