Another person has passed away…this time, a teacher. A wave of shock, bewilderment, and anxiety spreads through the hall, stirring emotions among the students. Should there have been a stage magician present, these reactions would easily ignite the elders’ emotions and trigger a major disturbance. Has Lin Su, the teacher, passed away?! Yuan Shi had just portrayed her last night…Sun Miao-miao is stunned, instinctively turning to Yuan Shi, the Celestial Sovereign at her side. He stands motionless, as if struck by lightning. “How could this be? How could this be?” whispers Xue Hou Ao Tian through the headset. Tian Xia Gui Huo and Zhao Chenghuang are also puzzled by this sudden turn of events. A few seconds later, Tian Xia Gui Huo regains composure first, “Is the Dean the one known as the Armor Person? He thought last night’s hypnosis was performed by Lin Su, so he killed her?” If the Dean is indeed the Armor Person, then Yuan Shi’s hypnosis results become invalid—this now makes perfect sense. The subtle power could not dissipate the effects of illusion and mist, but hypnosis made it impossible to extract any information. Zhao Chenguang's brows furrowed even tighter. "If the Head of the Department is indeed a suit-wearer, then all our previous assumptions must be completely overturned." Even the wise and capable team from the underground palace found themselves deeply questioning their own judgments. Tian Guihuo turned his head, glanced at the students, and passed his gaze over Yuan Shishen's pale, dazed face, sighing inwardly. "It seems Yuan Shishen has withdrawn. Xiaohou Aotian, as class president, go find out about the autopsy results." Xiaohou Aotian nodded and shouted, "Head of the Department, how did Teacher Lin Su die?" The elderly Head of the Department looked pale and deeply affected. Teacher Song Man stepped forward, her voice filled with sorrow. "Teacher Lin Su's heart was shattered by the impact, and she died on her bed. There were no signs of struggle in the room." Xiaohou Aotian paused and asked, "Was there any sexual assault?" Song Man shook her head, "No." "None of them were sexually assaulted... Tian Wu's brows furrowed. The only thing currently certain is that Lin Su's death is absolutely connected to Yuan Shi Tian Zun's actions last night. There's no such thing as a coincidence in the world. "Who is actually responsible for the killings?" "What is their motive?" "For heaven's sake, I can't take it anymore! I came here for a vacation, not to play a game of Werewolf!" The crowd erupted with protests. "Shut up! Everyone!," roared Luo Le Sheng, the Level 5 Fire Demon, his voice cutting through the din. He fixed his gaze on the students, picking up his brown-hued horn. "Lin Su's death occurred in the late night hours. Now, everyone will undergo lie detection. Additionally, please write down your entire experiences from last night. Members who are mutually accountable—take a moment to reflect: did any of your counterparts leave your sight during the night? Did any of you spend more than ten minutes in the bathroom or taking a shower?" Xiaohou Aotian, as class president, took the initiative, first picking up the brown small horn to prove his innocence, then passing it to Tianxian Guihuo, his group member, and subsequently receiving the paper and pen sent by Song Man to record yesterday's events. Zhang Yuanqing finally came to his senses after being momentarily stunned—he first grasped the brown small horn to prove his own innocence, then sat down to write about last night's events. He quietly separated half of his spiritual essence, entering the body of Yin Yao Commandery, activating his white-faced form. From the moment the armored figure noticed the stone gate had been opened, to the death of Xiaochao Xue, and then to the passing of Lin Su's teacher, a series of unusual events needed to be connected by a single thread. Once that thread was established, the entire picture would become clear. He intended to leverage the white-faced form, known for its cunning and skill in deception, to swiftly unravel the truth. The lie-detection devices circulated among the trainees and were soon completed, with the initial two incidents recurring. Among the trainees, no murderer was found. "How could there be no murderer, how could there be no murderer..." The headmaster murmured, his growing sorrow gradually transforming into a fierce intensity, his gaze growing colder and more stern as it fixed upon the students. Lin Su's death seemed to deeply affect him. "The headmaster's demeanor is off—he's overly angry," the thought flashed through Tianxia Guihuo and took form as a voice in the ears of the underground palace team. It wasn't unusual to be unable to identify the murderer; they had already gone through two such cycles. As a seasoned headmaster, he should not be reacting this way. Moreover, how could one teacher's passing move him so profoundly? "So, is the headmaster truly off his game?" Sun Miao-miao asked. "No, actually, the more emotionally charged he becomes, the more stable he seems—though it is indeed strange," Zhao Chenghuang mused. At that moment, they heard the breath of Yuanshǐ Tianzun through their headphones: "I've figured it out. I know what's going on." The entire underground palace team stirred with renewed energy. Zhang Yuanqing's thought took form as speech: "The armored person isn't targeting Lin Su—he's targeting me. He merely sees me as Lin Su. Last night, he must have been watching right outside the dean's residence." !!! Sun Miao Miao nearly lost control of her expression: "How could that be? He couldn't possibly have known about our movements. If he had known, he would have acted directly against us." "Because he only knew we were targeting the dean, but didn't know who we really were," Zhang Yuanqing said. "Let's go back and piece this together. The night before yesterday and early this morning, the armored person discovered that the stone gate had been opened. So he killed Xia Chao Xue, hoping to use the murder case to reveal us. This man is remarkably astute—while the polygraph equipment is one tool, he has hidden another clue: the dean's question to me, 'Have you always stayed in your dormitory?' Imagine, if someone entered the stone gate and heard that question, what would their reaction be?" "The headmaster will be seen as that mysterious figure who dove into the lake that day, as a competitor," said Tian Xiang Huo. "Exactly. To secure their harvest, anyone entering the stone gate will inevitably investigate the headmaster—possibly even kill him," Zhang Yuanqing affirmed, adding, "So the armored figure has been watching the headmaster's residence all night, waiting for someone to fall into the trap. He saw me, but I disguised myself as Lin Su. He made a mistake." Zhao Chenghuang's calm voice responded, "So you're saying the armored figure killed Xia Chao Xue and then used a method similar to hypnosis to control the headmaster, prompting him to ask that question yesterday?" "The headmaster is a swordsman with steel resolve. Hypnosis is impossible. We have master-level materials and figures like Xiahou Aotian, a master of the arts of healing and divination. This method cannot be replicated." "Master Yuan Shi's assumption is correct," Tian Xia Gui Huo said: "It may not be hypnosis, but there is certainly a similar method at work. He is subtly influencing the Dean, shaping the Dean's actions to align with his expectations—Master Yuan's hypnosis of the Dean yesterday perfectly confirms this point." The Dean is being controlled and influenced by some unseen force, unaware of it himself, which is why he only replied that he simply wanted to know the students' movement patterns. The team in the underground palace grew quietly serious. "I can locate the general area of the armored person's identity," Yuan Shishen's words resonated like celestial music in the ears of Sun Miao Miao and the others. "Speak quickly!" the voices of the underground palace team were unified and clear. "Xia Dynasty Snow is his weakness—why did the armored person kill Xia Dynasty Snow instead of someone else?" Zhang Yuanqing asked. "Isn't Xia Dynasty Snow just unlucky?" Xia Hou Aotian replied. "But Miao Miao has already tested this—Xian Chan King and Xiao Yue Rabbit are not the armored person. Then our earlier assumptions must be overturned. Perhaps Xia Dynasty Snow wasn't unlucky after all. Now we return to the original question: why was it Xia Dynasty Snow who died?" Zhang Yuanqing calmly analyzed. "We overlooked a crucial clue: when Zhu Mingxu went to meet with Xia Dynasty Snow, she wasn't there. "If I were the armored person, my first target would definitely be the person who disappeared that night." "Exactly because Xiaoxiao was not in her dormitory at the time, when the Armor Person discovered the stone gate had been opened during the late night, they suspected Xiaoxiao and acted decisively, killing her. But upon realizing they had mistaken their target, they decided to proceed with the plan, using this murder case to lure us out, which led to the subsequent chain of events." Pausing, Zhang Yuanqing added, "This raises another question: among so many people in the academy, why did the Armor Person specifically know that Xiaoxiao was not in her dormitory? The Armor Person knew Zhu Mingxu's relationship with Xiaoxiao—so who, through Zhu Mingxu, could have learned that Xiaoxiao had not been in her dorm that night?" This statement struck the ground team like a thunderbolt. Sun Miaomiao took a sharp breath, her voice urgent. "The nine people who had dinner together in the canteen—the Armor Person was among them, right? Who were those nine, though?" "I don't know, but Red Chicken knows. The dinner gathering was his team's initiative." Zhang Yuanqing smiled slightly, looking toward his side. Red Chicken Brother was writing down his recollections from last night in a dog-like, clumsy hand, completely unaware of the "mind-to-mind communication" among the underground team. "Definitely not Red Chicken Brother," said Sun Miao Miao with absolute confidence. If Red Chicken Brother heard that, he'd make you understand what true gender equality means—Zhang Yuanqing thought to himself, just about to quietly ask him a question, when suddenly, Xiao Yue Rabbit, solid-built and resembling a weightlifter, raised her hand and said: "Director, we have a situation to report. Last night, both I and Xian Chan were attacked." The director, deeply affected, looked sharply at her. "Who was the attacker?" Xian Chan, graceful and composed, shook her head. "We entered a strange space—there was a full moon, open fields, and forests. There, we were pursued by a man wearing armor of blood-red hue, and both of us sustained serious injuries." Armor!? The teachers on the podium blinked in sudden recognition. Xiao Yue Tu picked up the thread, "I was severely injured and lost consciousness. I thought I was going to die. But when I woke up, I found myself lying in bed—my life-threatening wounds had mysteriously vanished." She spoke with a look of deep confusion. Xian Chan Jun nodded firmly, "Me too—I was nearly convinced I was dreaming. Yet because of this, we were late to report to the teachers. Just as we were about to do so, we heard the head physician calling us, so we came. Everything we said is true." The Over-the-River General studied them coldly, "Why did that mysterious figure attack you?" Xian Chan Jun and Xiao Yue Tu shook their heads. On the podium, the fire demon Luo Le Sheng barked, "One more round of lie-detection." Oh no… the underground team felt their spirits sink. Sun Miao Miao would surely be exposed—she lacked the ability to evade the props' lie-detection functions. "Without the ability to lie, Miao Miao will be revealed," said Zhao Cheng Huang, his expression turning cold. "But if they resist, the armored figure will notice it, and they'll be exposed too "The whole world is converging toward fire." "No, this might be a golden opportunity—a chance to draw out the serpent." Zhang Yuan spoke with conviction. "Why bother with lie detection? If it were effective, the killer would have been uncovered long ago." The Fire Demon Luo Le Sheng erupted in anger. "Master Yuan Shi, cooperate with the investigation!" "Cooperate? You're lucky if you survive until your training ends. Instead of pursuing a pointless investigation, let's gather everyone together—have meals, share accommodations, and stay until we leave the realm. That way, no one will die." Zhang Yuan turned to ask, "Red Chicken, what do you think?" Red Chicken, naturally a populist, slammed his pen down and shouted, "Absolutely spot-on!" "Good idea." "Exactly. Why not just sleep on the library floor? After all, our training ends tomorrow—maybe we don't even need to sleep." Zhang Yuan's proposal found unanimous support among the students. "Trying to escape?" The old dean's expression suddenly grew stern, his gaze sharp and unwavering on the students. "Do you really intend to flee once we step out of the realm?" You've driven Lin Su to her death through sheer delusion—don't think that hiding among the students will save you from consequences. I won't allow it. I absolutely won't allow it. By the time he finished speaking, the old dean's face had turned grim, his expression fierce. Amidst the stunned gazes of everyone present, he produced a black iron whistle and blew it with force. The sharp whistle echoed throughout the library, resonating throughout Qin Feng Academy. The students below stirred, looking at one another in confusion, unsure what had gone wrong with the dean. The dean and Lin Su had been lovers; her death had left him emotionally shattered—something akin to a magician's technique, yet not quite. This effect was highly targeted and specific... Zhang Yuanqing frowned. Tian Gui's face suddenly paled as he pressed a hand to his headset. "The dean is indeed affected. What are the Kamen People planning?" The reports from Xian Chan and Xiao Yue were unexpected developments, outside the Kamen People's original plans. It was precisely the dean's emotional collapse that had been their deliberate strategy. His voice had just reached the ears of the Palace Guard team when it was drowned out by a thunderous roar of a tiger. "You all must die—every single one of you. Only then will the killer be brought to justice," the Director bellowed. Hey! The members of the Palace Guard team instantly went pale. The armored person's strategy was exactly the same as theirs last night—intending to force the enemy out through sheer force of arms. By fighting through perilous battles to identify the target, the approach was extreme, yet effective.