My Identity Is Becoming More and More Astonishing-Chapter 238 - 140: Who is the Mole? (Part 3)_3

Youth: "..."

Reaching out, he blocked Chen Yu’s letter, the youth with the duckbill cap expressionless, "Enough, I won’t read it."

Chen Yu frowned, "That won’t do, you have to see the evidence!"

The youth kept waving his hands, "No need, not reading it. I believe you."

Chen Yu passed it to the plump neighbor, "Fatty, you take a look."

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"No!" The plump neighbor’s body stiffened, "Yu, you know, I’ve always believed in you."

"Then take a look," Chen Yu insisted, offering it to the long-haired man.

"No need, buddy," said the long-haired man, his face serious, "I told you, from the time you avenged me on the ring, we’re brothers. Between brothers, there’s no suspicion."

"Is that so."

Chen Yu smacked his lips and looked around at everyone, "How about you guys take a look?"

The crowd also shook their heads in panic.

"Thanks, but no thanks."

"We all believe in you."

"Yeah, yeah."

"You got such honest brows and eyes, how could you lie?"

"I can’t read…"

Seeing everyone’s unconditional trust in him, Chen Yu, touched by the gesture, could only nod regretfully and toss the letter, "Well alright then, thanks everyone."

After hesitating for a moment, he said to the youth, "Now that my suspicion is cleared, can we go back? I haven’t finished roasting my rabbit meat."

"…Let’s go back," the youth with the duckbill cap took a deep breath, trying to calm his chaotic mind, "Team Four, take this man’s body with us, let’s return to the camp and play it by ear. We can’t conclude he’s definitely the mole just yet."

"Yes!" Three members of Team Four nodded in agreement.

"But you two," the youth said, looking towards Chen Yu and the two people retching in the distance, "go wash your hands first before coming back."

"I don’t need to wash," Chen Yu opened up his palms to show the other person, "I have a special paper-pinching skill, I didn’t touch anything."

"Go wash!!"

...

Five minutes later.

Chen Yu and the plump middle-aged Transcendent, both looking dejected, found a small river.

They squatted by the river, two meters apart, washing their hands.

Chen Yu led, with the plump middle-aged man behind.

Both silent.

"Swish."

"Swish…"

The plump middle-aged man seemed to have a penchant for cleanliness, washing incessantly with a look of disgust on his face. But strangely enough, the more he washed, the closer he got to Chen Yu.

Chen Yu seemed to sense something, straightening up subconsciously, turning his head to glimpse at the plump middle-aged man.

The plump middle-aged man also looked up at him.

"..."

"..."

After a moment of mutual silence, Chen Yu scratched his head in confusion and asked, "Uncle, are you done washing yet?"

"Not yet," the plump middle-aged man said gruffly, and went back to washing his hands.

Chen Yu: "Then hurry up, my stomach hurts again, I need to take a dump."

The plump middle-aged man looked up shocked, "Here? In the river?!"

"Yeah," Chen Yu nodded, turning his back to the plump middle-aged man as he pulled down his trousers, revealing his smooth white buttocks, and squatted down, "I don’t have any paper on me, the river water will do, no need to wipe after a rinse. Little creatures in the river, like fish and shrimp, will have something to eat. As they say, from one’s pooping springs forth life."

The plump middle-aged man: "..."

Slowly straightening up, a gleam of surprise shone in the eyes of the plump middle-aged man, his mouth curving up with a vicious smile, "Go ahead, have a good dump. I’ll head back on my own first."

"Sure, sure," Chen Yu, butt protruding, waved his hand without looking back.

The plump middle-aged man glanced at the flickering campfire in the distance; without any hesitation, in the blink of an eye, he pulled a dark green short sword from his bosom and savagely stabbed at the utterly unprepared Chen Yu!

"Pfft—"

Blood sprayed!

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