Chapter Thirty-Nine: The Thieves First Nurture

  The moment the field of vision recovered, the familiar yet strange and eerie scene around him was once again imprinted in his eyes.

  As he glanced around, when he saw that familiar figure, An Yi's eyes slightly condensed, and then quickly covered up the unusual color, pretending to be curious looking at others.

  When sixteen figures appeared around the bonfire, the wind howled and the bonfire went out, plunging the night into darkness.

  He glanced down at the number 16 in front of him, and as An Yi's gaze swept over it, the numbers changed slowly, indeed settling into the character "yā" (衙).

  The word "衙" didn't last long and was replaced by the number 16 again.

  "Huh? Why did you reject me when I sent you a communication request for the first time?" A voice that seemed to be smiling but not quite appeared beside An Yi's ear.

  The familiar dress is the Tang Lao duck Mi old mouse sweater girl who asked An Yi to join the team after the game ended.

  Duckworth and Mickey Mouse were in a position where the girl was located, which happened to be right across from An Yi's 16th... 8th.

  "It's a private matter." An Yi responded ambiguously, his gaze shifting towards the other two.

  In his early forties, slightly plump in build, wearing a light gray Changshan suit, with a pair of frameless glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a warm smile on his face that made people feel close and trustworthy at first glance.

  The number 3 printed on his chest undoubtedly represents the position of this forty-year-old uncle in Zhongshan dress in this game.

  Because of the 'low-key luxury' cover, An Yi's figure was invisible to others, but when he swept his gaze over, he clearly noticed that the other person's eyes were directed at him.

  An Yi's gaze shifted, and when he looked at the last person, he was slightly taken aback.

  The last person's position, a positive sign is on the left side of Tang Lao Ya Mi Lao Shu Ti Nu Hai in No. 8......No. 7.

  It's not because of the location, but...

  The colorful light obscured the opponent's figure, and An Yi couldn't see any of his facial features at all.

  Although the other side also used 'low-key luxury', An Yi was only slightly surprised and didn't continue to pay attention.

  It was just that... for some reason, An Yi faintly heard a mysterious cold hum after the dappled light.

  "Is it just a private matter?" Old Duck Tang and Mouse Mi's gentle girl, Qiaopi, blinked her eyes, with a playful smile at the corner of her mouth, undoubtedly revealing the teasing intention in her words.

  An Yi didn't say a word, using his silence as a response to the other's teasing.

  It seems a bit boring, Tang Old Duck and Mickey Mouse glanced at the girl's mouth: "Right! I did tell you before, you just temporarily joined the team! If you feel uncomfortable later, you can leave by yourself; of course, if most people in the team are not satisfied with you...

  "I understand." An Yi nodded in response.

  That person, who was elegantly covering his figure in a low-key manner, suddenly let out a cold snort: "Hmph! If it weren't for the old captain being promoted to the high-end arena, you wouldn't have had the chance to join our team! Kid, put on a brighter face, or else I won't have time to take care of you!"

  An Yi's eyes widened slightly.

  It's not because of the other person's ruthless words, but rather...

  The other party's voice was dull and low, as if some kind of voice changer had been used. However, despite the fake tone, there was a hint of a young girl's tender energy in it.

  With a glance at Tang Old Duck and Mickey Mouse T-shirt girl, as well as the smiling faces of the Zhongshan suit uncle, An Yi instantly reacted.

  That quietly elegant figure... should be a young girl!

  An Yi's mouth twitched slightly, and he directly ignored the other person, turning to look at Tang Lao Ya Mi Laoshu Ti Xiu Nu Hai: "Thank you for your official identity token."

  Previously, the other party had sent a communication request and a team application, and also sent an identity token to An Yi's 'port'.

  To form a team, apart from the necessary Marching Order Symbol, the four people within the team must all possess the same Identity Symbol, either as officials or as thieves.

  Thief token, An Yi actually had one, but the other party used were all yamen identity tokens. What An Yi didn't expect was that before he even opened his mouth to mention this matter, the other party had already sent over the yamen identity token.

  Duckworth shrugged and said, "It's just a common identity token with 9 scene permissions..."

  "Hmph! Know that our team is awesome, right? Better perform well, or you'll be kicked out after just two matches!" The fake little girl with a foul mouth at position 7 chimed in smugly.

  An Yi's mouth twitched slightly as he continued to selectively ignore his opponent.

  "Alright, that's it for now." The uncle in the Zhongshan suit at position 3 intervened with a timely remark, then smiled and asked An Yi in a gentle tone: "Young brother, we're going to investigate, do you have any opinions?"

  Each yamen and bandit team has a leader, in the absence of the "leader" symbol, who leads is randomly assigned. After the leader dies, it continues to be randomly assigned among other teammates.

  At present, the qualification for the first inspection of the yamen is undoubtedly in the hands of Uncle Zhongshan. Only... I don't know if he used the 'first' character symbol or was assigned the qualification immediately.

  "Whatever for the first night, you take charge, big brother." It seemed that he hadn't expected his opinion to be sought, and An Yi was taken aback for a moment before responding subconsciously.

  The uncle in the Zhongshan suit suddenly smiled and nodded, with a inexplicable look of satisfaction on his face.

  An Yi was taken aback for a moment, and then reacted instantly... It turned out that the other party had just made a simple probe against him.

  The harmony of a team is often the most important thing. If a team has a sharp-tempered person, even if that person's level is higher, it will still be a situation where the disadvantages outweigh the advantages.

  Although he was tested a little, An Yi not only didn't have any bad feelings towards this always smiling Zhongshan suit uncle, but instead became more satisfied with the team.

  Not qualified as a chief inspector, An Yi couldn't see the inspection scene at all, only saw the middle-aged uncle in position 3 raise his hand and nod slightly.

  The moment he raised his hand and pointed, a mirror suddenly appeared above the extinguished bonfire.

  Like a searchlight, the mirror tilted slightly and shot out a beam of light, which landed on the 9th position on the right side of Tang Old Duck Mi Old Mouse Body Girl.

  The surroundings were still shrouded in darkness, and even with the light shining down, No. 9's figure was nowhere to be seen. However, due to the light, the numbers in front of No. 9 became visible.

  The number 9 slowly changed and finally settled into the character "thief".

  "Not bad, caught a thief right off the bat, that's a nice advantage." The uncle in the No. 3 Zhongshan suit smiled and nodded his head.

  "That's not necessarily true, maybe someone will get killed from the start!" The 7th number fake voice little girl, whose figure was shrouded in a dappled glow, seemed to be in a rebellious phase, always wanting to sing a counterpoint and interrupt.

  "Shut up!"

  No. 8 Tangled Duck and Mickey Mouse sweaters girl suddenly spoke out in a loud voice. Even, the face of the Zhongshan suit uncle who had been smiling all along looked slightly ugly.

  An Wei was taken aback, completely not expecting that 7th's fake voice little girl's joke would actually enrage the others.

  It seems like he knew Ah Yi's thoughts, 8th Tang Old Duck Mi Old Mouse let out a bitter laugh: "We're done for! This dead girl is notorious for being a jinx! Good things don't come true, but bad things definitely do!"

  "Who's a dead girl, who's dead..." The fake-voiced little girl No. 7 shouted back, but after muttering two sentences, her voice weakened and disappeared.

  An Yi's eyes twitched. If this little girl could be silenced by herself, it was probably... What No. 8 Tang Old Duck and Mi Old Mouse said to the girl should be true!

  It's just...this is also too weird, right? Is there really such a magical crow's mouth?

  An Yi's skeptical thoughts didn't last long. The truth told An Yi that some things... were indeed this strange!

  The moment the bonfire ignited, the figure of Uncle Zhangshan No. 3 emerged from the darkness.

  A slightly plump face with a hint of astonishment, but more... surprisingly, it was well-prepared.

  It seems that for that No. 7 fake voice little girl's crow mouth, the other people in this team have already become numb to it.

  A large chopping knife with a black-gray back appeared out of thin air, its sharp blade gleaming in the light of the bonfire as it chopped down.

  With a flash of the blade, cleanly and efficiently cutting off the right arm of Mr. Zhongshan No. 3. Immediately following...

  Left arm!

  Right leg!

  Left leg!

  In an instant, No. 3 Zhongshan's slightly chubby body was directly cut into a human stick.

  The intense pain replaced the perpetually smiling expression on the face of Mr. Zhongshan No. 3 with a twisted grimace.

  A sharp hook hung down from above, like fishing, accurately hooked into the mouth of Uncle San Zhang, and then pierced out from the upper jaw.

  The rope tied to the hook was pulled up little by little, and the No. 3 Nakayama-style uncle with a painful face was lifted into mid-air.

  Fresh blood gushed out like a faucet that had been turned on, from the severed limbs of Uncle Zhang's arms and legs, flowing out with a hissing sound.

  As the blood flowed out, the color on the face of Uncle Zhangshan No. 3 gradually faded away, until his eyes rolled back and his cheeks completely fell down.

  A faint "hiss" sound of cold air escaping appeared around the corpse of Uncle Zhangshan in No. 3.

  "This taste, it's always so exhilarating every time I experience it, it's so deeply etched in my memory!" In the voice of Uncle No. 3 in his Zhongshan suit, there was a mix of sighs, awkwardness, and even more frustration.

  "I'm a yamen runner!" The voice of the uncle in the No. 3 Zhongshan suit paused for a moment: "On the first night, there was an investigation and execution, and the one being investigated was No. 9, a thief! No. 9 should kill himself to atone for his crime."

  "Are you afraid of crime? Or did you think I was cheating you?" The voice of the middle-aged uncle in the No. 3 Zhongshan suit had a hint of smile.

  "I'm not afraid of crime, but I'd lose in a PK... As for PK..." The voice of the middle-aged man in the No. 3 Zhongshan suit suddenly sank, as if hesitating and thinking.

  "After a brief silence, No. 3 Zhongshan Uncle added: 'Since No. 9 is not afraid of punishment, let's not lose the PK first and just play it cool for now. Let's just vote out No. 9 this round, and if No. 9 gets killed, that's it.'"

  "Right!" Uncle No. 3, dressed in a Zhongshan suit, suddenly emphasized: "No. 9 is not afraid of crime and wants to find the yamen? Then let's not set up opposing sides in the first round! Let No. 9 search slowly!"

  "Let me say it again, I'm a referee, number 9 is out. By the way, Number 9, you're not afraid of punishment, are you thinking of framing me for self-murder? Taking advantage of the remaining time, Uncle in Cheongsam with the number 3 smiled and teased: "Welcome to frame me for self-murder along with your three companions."