But… talking relies on the tongue, doesn't it? They should've cut out her tongue, not her teeth.
Luo Shu mused that a killer's mind might not be normal, maybe associating a sharp tongue with the actual teeth, so they knocked them out instead. Yet he felt like his thoughts were straying—too speculative, too unreliable.
He asked, "What was the victim's personality like? Was she prone to anger or foul language?"
Frederick Chen thought carefully, then replied with certainty, "No, Miss Yvonne was very well-mannered and had a gentle disposition. I've never seen her raise her voice at anyone. Apart from her busy work schedule, she dedicated much of her time to charity and community service. She was genuinely a kind person."
Luo Shu observed Frederick closely, wondering if he was sincere or merely flattering his boss.
Frank Zhang chimed in, "He's telling the truth."
As Luo Shu and Angela Yu gave him curious looks, Frank gestured to his ear, "I've got a gadget here—kind of like a portable lie detector. It picks up the frequency and rhythm in someone's speech to gauge their emotions. Basically, it's for detecting lies!"
They noticed the dark golden "hearing aid" lodged in Frank's ear.
Luo Shu gave a thumbs-up. "Nice gear."
In the Horror Game, conversations among players are shielded from NPCs, so they hear unrelated content when players discuss certain topics.
Angela spoke up, "Can I get a computer? Or a smartphone? Something that can connect to the internet."
Frederick glanced at Hunter He, who gave a slight nod. He retrieved a laptop and handed it to her.
Angela began searching for related information. First, she looked up Yvonne He's profile.
Impressive!
Thirty-two, a clinical medicine graduate from Columbia University! She had founded a biotech firm called Cambrian Era specializing in anti-cancer drugs.
Luo Shu and Frank leaned over to look, watching as Angela started checking Cambrian Era's stock performance. Frank looked puzzled. "Why check stocks? You're thinking of trading in this 24-hour window?"
Studying the recent price fluctuations, Angela replied, "I used to be a cop."
Frank's jaw dropped. "A cop? For real?"
"Economic crimes unit," she added. "Studied economics in college… Everyone in my field knows that when the wealthy die in 'accidents,' it almost always comes down to money."
Luo Shu was pleased. His teammates this time seemed pretty capable. It appeared Sylas Young was an exception in his past team—clearly, the Horror Game was full of pros.
After a moment, Luo Shu teased, "So, is it a good time to buy?"
Without missing a beat, Angela replied, "The company's fundamentals look solid. The stock's been trending up, but if it dips, you should…" She paused, giving him a sharp look. "Can you take this seriously? We'll die if we can't solve this case!"
Frank, less composed, looked tense. "So, did you find anything?"
Angela shook her head grimly. "Everything's stable. Too stable…"
Luo Shu added, "News of her death hasn't been made public. Mr. He must be keeping it under wraps, so the lack of market reaction is normal."
With no clear leads, he suggested, "Let's check her social presence, see how people perceive her."
Frederick scoffed, "I already told you…"
Luo Shu quickly interjected, "Look, it's not that I doubt you, but people often have different faces. The way they act around friends can differ from how they behave around strangers. This is just for the investigation."
Frederick rolled his eyes, folding his arms, clearly annoyed.
Angela searched online and scrolled through Yvonne He's profile. "She was pretty consistent. Because of her charity work and good looks, she's a popular figure online. People speak highly of her, mentioning that she's polite and grounded."
"Pretty?" Luo Shu leaned in, "Let me see for myself."
Angela shot him a look, edging away. "Really? That's your focus? You know we're in mortal danger if we don't solve this!"
Ignoring her remark, Luo Shu scrolled through some of Yvonne's photos on the laptop. She looked well-maintained for her age, exuding a serene beauty with a slender, almost fragile build that brought to mind a delicate, classic heroine.
Hmm?
Wait a second…
Something in the back of his mind clicked.
He squinted at the photos, intensely scrutinizing each one. Something's off. Something's just not right.
What was it?
Where was the inconsistency?
Growing impatient, he flipped through more photos, scanning Yvonne He's poised, delicate appearance—a refined, almost ethereal figure, seemingly ready to be toppled by the slightest breeze.
Click-click! Click-click!
His fingers sped up on the touchpad, eyes darting across each photo.
I see the issue in the photos! But what is it?!
He was so close!
Frank noticed Luo Shu's rapid heartbeat through his earpiece, picking up on his rising agitation. "Hey, Luo Shu…you've noticed something, right? Can you tell us?"
Abruptly, Luo Shu stopped.
The clicking ceased, and he sat there, breathing heavily.
In just half a minute, sweat had begun to bead on his forehead.
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