The Otherworldly Adventures of a Super Naive Girl

323: Ink’s Trick

“Do you guys think the person who’s trying to kill us is an enemy of Yanaimo’s family?” Ink was currently Pui, a boy who had no presence.
He was in the middle to lower range of class and wasn’t tall, handsome, or even strong.

Chamai was surprised at Ink’s words.

The thought had crossed their minds, it was just that no one dared speak it out loud.
He looked to the timid and useless Pui.

Cassie hadn’t thought much on the matter and hadn’t connected it to Yanaimo’s family.
She only knew someone was killing them, so she was stunned upon hearing Pui’s words.
She immediately started with questions.

After looking about to make sure there weren’t any servants around, she whispered, “Pui, why do you say this? Did you find out something?”

Ink shook his head.
“No, it was just a guess.
Think about it.
We were fine until we came to this island, but after we arrived, things started happening, one after another.
This island belongs to Yanaimo’s family.
No matter how you look at it, it’s impossible for there to be no connection.”

“No, that’s not possible.
Think about it.
If this was because of Yanaimo’s family, why didn’t the murderer kill Yanaimo directly, but instead killed so many unrelated people instead?” Annai wasn’t buying it.

Feng Wu listened quietly without interrupting.

“Don’t talk nonsense if you don’t now.
Like Annai said, if the murderer was after Yanaimo’s family, why wouldn’t she be murdered already? Instead so many of us are involved?” Chamai nodded his head.

Yanaimo was so beautiful; her beauty alone attracted a lot of suitors who vied for her attention.
Chamai was one of Yanaimo’s admirers and he only said good things about her in public.
It stood to reason he would stand up for her if anyone spoke poorly about her.

Although he had his own suspicions, he wouldn’t risk offending his goddess by speaking them out loud in front of other people.

“Think about it.
Weren’t the people who were first killed, weren’t they the ones who had the best relationship with her? After that the victims were ordinary classmates and servants.” Ink spoke in a low voice.

His words reminded everyone about the people who were first killed.
It was true.
The ones who admired her most ardently were the ones who died first.
Her close friends had also died.
Following their deaths, other people began dying as well.

They hadn’t thought of it this way, but with Ink’s reminder, they realized it was true.

Annai was still on the fence.
“Maybe it was a coincidence? You can’t assume the killer is associated with Yanaimo just because of this.”

“I think the person is toying with us.
Whoever it is, wants Yanaimo experience the fear of being next, to watch as the people she cares about die one after another in front of her.

Sometimes it’s not about killing a person directly, but more about forcing them to feel as though they are living under death’s shadow.
In fact, I think Airon is the most likely victim to be targeted next.” Ink wasn’t being an alarmist.
This was a genuine hypothesis Ming Xi and Jier had come up with during their discussion.

They all felt the same way – that the murderer was there for Yanaimo.
Ming Xi had already gone to protect Airon, while Ink’s job was to provoke everyone.
Airon wasn’t dead yet, but if he did die, then people would start asking Yanaimo questions.
This would make it easier for them to ask questions as well.

Even if Yanaimo was a beauty with money and power, it was meaningless in the face of death.

What Ink said was reasonable and was hard to argue against.
But what made him think the next victim would be Airon? Who could really know what the murder’s thoughts were? Who knew? Maybe Airon would be the last to die?

Looking at the order of deaths, it was clear the murderer alternated victims, first killing those closest to Yanaimo and making her suffer the loss, before switching to ordinary classmates or servants who had nothing to do with her.
The murderer repeated this pattern over and over again, leaving a few days space between each murder.

At this point, most of Yanaimo’s friends were dead.
Of course she was sad to see her friends die, but the constant repetition had blunted her pain.
A new type ain needed to be injected into her, such as the pain of losing a love.
Losing a love would be a new unbearable pain for her.

Ink smoothly planted the seed in their hearts.
It would slowly sprout and grow, and once ripe, would be quite a show to watch.

Setting people up like this wasn’t good, but it was beyond his control.
If he wanted to leave alive, he had to fight with everything he had.

Dawn the next day brought good news.
Feng Wu’s group had made contact with Liana’s group.
Things would be easier with seven more people to share the work load.
They wouldn’t be so afraid to go out now.

Liana had wondered about Feng Wu’s identity for a while, but she hadn’t had the chance to test her suspicions until dinner that night when she called Feng Wu out by her real name.

There were only ten people on each side.
Once you subtracted outsiders like them, there were less than twenty.