yready #543 - About Wang Lina
#543 - About Wang Lina
Moonlight, like water, flowed over the old wooden floors of Hidden Mist Village. Copper wind chimes hanging from the eaves gently swayed in the night breeze, creating crisp sounds. The chill of late autumn seeped into the room through the cracks, enveloping the entire space in a faint coolness.
Tang Yin stood by the window, his slender fingers rhythmically tapping the mottled windowsill. He wore a dark coat, the hem of which fluttered gently in the evening wind. The moonlight outlined his sharply defined profile, adding a touch of mystery to his deep eyes.
"In a group, the probability of having two madmen is much lower than having only one." His voice was low and magnetic, like a sharp scalpel, easily dissecting the false peace of the night.
The single wall lamp emitted a dim yellow light, casting swaying shadows on the wall. Amidst the shifting light and shadow, Tang Yin turned around, his movements elegant and unhurried, as if performing a carefully choreographed act. "I think we should consider how to make ordinary people in the entire group instantly turn into murderers after being randomly selected."
A yellowed ancient book lay open on the desk. Tang Yin's fingertip gently traced the blurred words, as he continued, "Otherwise, with people being brutally murdered every night, it's not impossible for infighting to occur within the werewolf camp, right?"
Qin Ming, standing at the other end of the room, trembled slightly. He was slender, wearing a navy blue wool sweater, and leaned against the old mahogany bookshelf. Hearing Tang Yin's words, his eyes flickered, and his Adam's apple bobbed involuntarily. "...You saying that..."
He seemed to have thought of something, his voice suddenly becoming erratic, like dandelion seeds scattered by the wind. "...According to the teacher, all we need to do is impart ideas."
"Hmm?" Tang Yin raised an eyebrow, a hint of inquiry flashing in his dark eyes.
Qin Ming's gaze fell on a moonlit area of the floor, as if there was something there that could give him courage. "The key is that we must believe in the correctness of our actions."
Hearing this sentence, Tang Yin's eyes suddenly lit up, like stars suddenly appearing in the night sky. "...So, the werewolves believe in the correctness of their actions? I see, this line of thought is very interesting, and it's also a common tactic for launching a total war."
Qin Ming slowly raised his head, a worried look appearing on his pale face. The light from the wall lamp reflected on his face, making that worry seem even more real. "Yes, I've studied this... But, isn't your idea a bit extreme?"
"What do you mean?" Tang Yin's voice was filled with intense curiosity.
Qin Ming slowly walked to the window, the moonlight outlining his thin figure. His shadow stretched long on the floor, as if trying to reach every corner of the room. "Most of the women in this village are very traditional, leaving decisions to men. Xiao Mei is one of those people."
The fog outside the window grew thicker, as if trying to engulf the entire village. Qin Ming paused for a moment before continuing, "Is it possible that the werewolves are a man and a woman, with the man responsible for leading and killing, and the woman obedient to the man?"
The night wind stirred the curtains, creating a soft rustling sound, like some creature whispering in the dark. Qin Ming's voice also became softer. "Or maybe there was no hesitation when killing last night, but infighting actually happens often."
Tang Yin's fingers tapped lightly on the windowsill, creating rhythmic sounds. "Yes, you're right. However, the Yellow Spring Feast has never been abandoned since ancient times, so there must be a secret hidden in this matter."
He turned to face Qin Ming, his gaze piercing through the heavy night, reaching out to the village shrouded in fog in the distance. "How to turn ordinary people into murderers, your opinion on this is also very interesting."
Qin Ming's expression suddenly stiffened, as if frozen. "...Um, can you change the wording? It's times like these, after all."
Tang Yin was taken aback, then showed a slightly apologetic smile. The smile seemed particularly sincere in the dim light. "...Sorry, sorry, I was too careless. Oh, right, one more question."
"Okay." Qin Ming's voice was as light as a feather falling to the ground.
The air in the room suddenly became heavy, and Tang Yin's voice also became serious. "My previous speculation was based on the premise that there were no supernatural phenomena. Do you think there are supernatural phenomena here?"
Qin Ming's body visibly trembled, his voice filled with undisguised anxiety. "...Although I don't want to admit it, I think it's true."
"Why? Did you see gods or monsters?" Tang Yin's questioning was like a sharp knife, pointing directly at the heart of the matter.
"No..." Qin Ming shook his head, the expression on his face becoming extremely complex, as if recalling something terrible. "That, it's a long story."
He walked to the center of the room, his hands unconsciously clenching and unclenching. The light from the wall lamp cast a huge shadow on him, the shadow twisting and deforming on the wall, looking particularly eerie. "Four outsiders came to this remote place at the same time, and then the fog rolled in, as if manipulated by some will."
Tang Yin remained silent, watching Qin Ming intently. His gaze seemed to penetrate the other's heart.
The fog outside the window seemed to come alive, flowing slowly. Qin Ming's voice was particularly clear in the silent room. "No matter how you think about it, this level of fog can't be man-made, right?"
His gaze became distant, as if trying to see something through the fog. "Being able to enter the taboo room without any problems and kill people is also very strange."
Suddenly, the wall lamp flickered violently, casting strange shadows on the wall. Qin Ming continued, "If someone among us really killed someone, they wouldn't be indifferent, and they would definitely leave evidence."
His voice gradually became firm, as if he had finally made some kind of resolution. "Since it can't be explained by common sense, it can only be explained by supernatural phenomena."
The room fell into dead silence, with only the distant hooting of an owl breaking the silence. The thick fog wandered outside the window, like the breath of some mysterious creature. The light from the wall lamp flickered on and off, adding a touch of eerie atmosphere to the entire scene. Tang Yin and Qin Ming's shadows stretched long, intertwining on the floor in distorted shapes, as if foreshadowing the shocking truth that was about to be revealed.
The old wooden house groaned softly in the night wind, as if telling the unknown secrets of this village. Time seemed to stand still at this moment, all the questions and fears congealing in this mist-shrouded night.
Moonlight, like gauze, gently enveloped the old wooden houses of Hidden Mist Village. A few scattered insect chirps came from afar, sounding particularly clear in this strange late night. The air was filled with a damp smell, mixed with the unique musty smell of wood, making people feel indescribably oppressed.
Tang Yin stood by the window, his eyes slightly lowered. He was wearing a dark wool coat, a few drops of undried water clinging to the collar, shimmering faintly in the dim light. His face looked particularly pale in the light, and his dark eyes seemed to hide countless unspeakable thoughts.
"...Is that so, I understand. Sorry for asking so many strange questions." His voice had a faint hint of apology, but it also seemed to hide some kind of deeper meaning.
The fog outside the window grew thicker and thicker, as if to engulf the entire village. Tang Yin's gaze pierced through the fog, looking towards the hazy forest in the distance. After a moment's pause, he raised his head again, a hint of inquiry flashing in his dark eyes. "By the way, who do you think is the werewolf?"
As soon as this question was asked, the atmosphere in the entire room instantly solidified. The old wooden floor made a slight creaking sound, as if trembling for this dangerous question.
Qin Ming's expression suddenly became serious. He frowned slightly, a hint of vigilance flashing in his eyes. A maturity and majesty that did not match his age appeared on his young face. "Tang Yin, I'm sorry, this matter is related to the banquet. You are not qualified to ask this question."
"My apologies." Tang Yin's voice was full of apology, but his eyes remained as calm as water, like a deep, bottomless lake, making it impossible to see his true thoughts.
Qin Ming walked to the desk, his fingers unconsciously stroking the wood grain on the desktop.
A bronze desk lamp sat on the desk, the dim light casting swaying shadows on his thin face. His gaze fell on the open notebook on the desk, which was densely covered with writing. "We must form a consensus through the banquet and choose someone to sacrifice."
The sound of the wind outside the house gradually rose, causing the curtains to flutter gently. Qin Ming's gaze fell on the village shrouded in fog in the distance, his voice filled with a suppressed tension. "Suggesting who is suspected carries a huge risk in itself..."
His fingers clenched unconsciously, his knuckles turning white. "Once you realize that you have spoken inappropriately, you may be caught by others and become the decisive factor in being executed."
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In the night, Qin Ming's shadow was stretched long. He turned around and looked directly into Tang Yin's eyes, his eyes as sharp as a knife. "This question will make me think that someone is maliciously using you. Let's stop here."
"...You're right, I sincerely apologize." Tang Yin's voice was sincere. He lowered his head slightly, his long bangs covering his eyes, making it impossible to see his expression at the moment.
"It's nothing, but," Qin Ming's voice suddenly became low, as if suppressing some strong emotion, "Although I won't blindly think you are an ominous person, I won't completely trust you either." He paused, his fingers tapping lightly on the table, making a rhythmic sound. "If you are related to Qin Yi's death, I will..."
"What will you do?" Tang Yin looked at him calmly, his voice with a hint of exploration.
Moonlight filtered through the window bars, casting mottled shadows on the floor, like a mysterious spell. Qin Ming cast a serious look at Tang Yin, his pupils contracting in the dim light, his voice firm and cold. "I will avenge him as his brother."
This sentence echoed in the room, with undisguised murderous intent. The corner of Tang Yin's mouth twitched slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but it eventually turned into a sigh. "...Is that so, I understand your feelings. To avoid being suspected, lock me in the cage today too."
The word 'cage' made the air in the room even heavier. It was a facility in the village specifically used to detain suspicious people. There were still patches of rust on the iron bars, and it was unknown how many people had been detained there.
"It's better not to do that." Qin Ming shook his head, his gaze sweeping over the darkening sky outside the window.
"Why?" Tang Yin frowned and asked.
"Today's banquet won't end so quickly. If it lasts until dusk, it will be too late." Qin Ming explained, his voice with a hint of anxiety. "Just stay in the dormitory room. We will prop the door with wooden sticks from the outside."
"...I understand, that's not bad either." Tang Yin responded softly, his eyes scanning the room, as if assessing the reliability of this temporary cage. He thought to himself, this young man is indeed very intelligent. If Zhao Gang is a talent in on-site management, then Qin Ming is a genius in overall management. In this crisis-ridden village, such a mind is undoubtedly the most valuable resource.
"I also have a question." Qin Ming suddenly opened his mouth, breaking the brief silence. His tone was somewhat hesitant, as if weighing his words.
"Ah, please." Tang Yin turned slightly to the side, the moonlight shining in from behind him, casting a long shadow on the floor.
"Do you like Sister Lina?" This question came suddenly, adding a touch of ambiguous atmosphere to the air. A hint of nervousness flashed in Qin Ming's eyes.
"Hmm..." Tang Yin was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that in such a tense atmosphere, such a personal topic would suddenly appear. He was silent for a moment before slowly opening his mouth, "Morally, I should deny it, but how should I put it, I do have a good impression of her."
"...Is that so?" Qin Ming's voice was a little low, as if stung by something.
"Her personality is very cheerful. If you confess, you might really have a chance to date her, of course, not just me." Tang Yin's words were honest and frank, but they also seemed to carry some kind of probing meaning.
"..." Qin Ming was silent for a moment, then suddenly seemed to have figured something out, and the expression on his face became softer. "...Oh, what are you worried about? Xiao Liang must have been talking nonsense again, right?"
Under the light, Qin Ming's expression became lively, as if he had unloaded the burden he had been carrying all along. "Actually, it's not what you think. I used to admire Sister Lina very much, that kind of admiration for the only next-door sister, and nothing more."
The night wind gently stirred the curtains, bringing the faint sound of insects chirping from afar. Qin Ming's voice became soft and reminiscent, as if recalling some beautiful past events. "In this oppressive and fossilized place, Sister Lina can live freely... She and Xiao Liang are both very amazing people."