I'm Jealous Of Myself Everyday (QT)

Chapter 97: I'm Jealous of Myself Every Day

"Oh, I forgot to mention," Gu Qingyuan said with a smile, "Actually, I'm a game designer at Lanxing."

After finishing the interview, Peng Xuan drove away leisurely.

With Gu Qingyuan's addition, passing the test became easier, and the group no longer needed to spend too much effort searching for clues. On the third night, Peng Xuan returned to the crematorium under the cover of darkness.

Gu Qingyuan briefly explained the background of this story: the culprit who caused the accident on bus route 404 was Peng Xuan. That day, he drove his sports car into the bus-only parking space and was told off by the bus driver. Peng Xuan felt he had lost face, so he deliberately cut off the bus and kept interfering with its operation, causing it to overturn off the overpass.

Peng Xuan escaped the law thanks to his family background, but worried that the vengeful spirits of those he had killed would haunt him. So he sought a way to suppress the spirits and bribed Manager Huang to tamper with the corpses.

During the job interview, Manager Huang said the internship period was three days, which was actually the time for this instance. If the other party succeeds, all players will suffer tonight.

A Taoist priest followed behind Peng Xuan.

Manager Huang led Peng Xuan to the cremation room. As soon as Peng Xuan entered, he covered his nose and frowned, "It smells terrible. You guys do it, and call me when you're done."

Manager Huang nodded and bowed, then escorted him to his office. He happened to see Wei Ye there and instructed him, "Wei Ye, go and pour a cup of tea. Treat Mr. Peng well."

Wei Ye placed the hot tea on the table, and Peng Xuan squinted as he looked him up and down.

Wei Ye asked, "Mr. Peng, what are you doing here so late?"

"Those people died so tragically. In order to let them rest in peace as soon as possible, I asked the Taoist priest to perform a ritual for them," Peng Xuan said with a sanctimonious air.

Ironically, there was a newspaper next to him, containing yesterday's interview, with the largest page featuring a photo of this "young talent," and in the article he even appealed to citizens to pay attention to driving safety.

Peng Xuan picked up his teacup and took a sip, his gaze lingering on Wei Ye. "It's a shame someone your looks are working in a place like this. How about becoming a star?"

Wei Ye smiled and said, "It's fine as it is now."

He lifted his leg to leave, but Peng Xuan stopped him, "Didn't Manager Huang tell you to treat me well? Come sit down and chat with me."

Wei Ye shook his head. "I want to go see that funeral service and pray for the deceased."

Peng Xuan's face darkened. "I told you to sit here."

Wei Ye's task was to lure Peng Xuan to the crematorium. A thought suddenly struck him as he remembered the new tool he had acquired.

I've always wanted to try it, but I didn't want to use it on someone I was trying to woo. Right now, there's a perfect candidate.

Wei Ye gently interlaced his fingers and put the prop ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

Almost at the same moment, Peng Xuan's eyes changed, and his gaze gradually became burning.

Wei Ye tentatively suggested, "Let's go to the crematorium."

"You can say whatever you want." Peng Xuan stood up and walked towards him.

Peng Xuan followed Wei Ye a few steps, like a bee attracted by nectar, or perhaps as if he were hypnotized.

Just then, Wei Ye received a system notification: [Congratulations, player, for activating the skill [Obsessive Fantasy]. The target's sanity has decreased by 40 points.]