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Yan Qing finished the remaining half of the cookie bag, munching away while grumbling about his poor memory. Who else could have opened it but himself?
Tan Ming noticed cookie crumbs stuck to Yan Qing's mouth and instinctively reached out to wipe them away. However, as his hand approached Yan Qing's face, he suddenly realized that such an action might not be appropriate. Yet, his hand had already made contact with Yan Qing's face, and not wiping it felt awkward.
Yan Qing looked at him with a hint of confusion, but Tan Ming's hand was already near his mouth. So, Yan Qing leaned forward and used Tan Ming's sleeve as a napkin to wipe his lips. It was only after he finished that he remembered what he had used, and embarrassment washed over him; he was just so used to being messy.
He saw a few cookie crumbs on Tan Ming's pristine shirt sleeve and hurriedly reached out to brush them off. However, Tan Ming stood up and turned away from him, shaking off the crumbs himself. His expression was slightly unnatural, and Yan Qing’s earlier actions resembled how his cat would nuzzle against his hand, seeking affection. The awkwardness was palpable.
Just then, Tan Ming's phone rang unexpectedly, the ringtone echoing crisply in the quiet room. He quickly walked over to answer it.
"Senior, Xiao Wang Yi is performing perfectly," Zhang Liu's voice came through the receiver. At that moment, Zhang Liu was in the hospital's surveillance room, watching a row of monitors, one of which displayed Xiao Wang Yi moving medicine with classmates.
I must be overthinking this, Zhang Liu thought as he glanced at the footage.
After hanging up the phone, Yan Qing asked curiously, "Are you worried about Xiao Wang Yi?" He also wondered why Tan Ming had brought him to the surveillance room and glanced at the screens on the wall.
Tan Ming replied, "It's not that I'm worried; it's just that none of the current messengers can identify Xiao Wang Yi’s Wolf Messenger Identity." His brow furrowed slightly, his expression serious.
"What do you mean?" Yan Qing asked, bewildered by Tan Ming's words.
Tan Ming patiently explained, "All our messengers can recognize their own identities and see the identities of others. When a messenger appears, they are automatically identified. It's similar to how I instantly recognized He Zhengwei as a Traveler."
This was also why Li Jianping could confidently accuse the Thief of stealing his Satiation Pill despite never having seen them before.
With his reminder, Yan Qing carefully recalled the information that had surfaced in his mind when he saw Li Jianping. If that were the case, then his identity could easily be recognized by others!
"Have the identities of the other envoys been identified as well?" Yan Qing asked anxiously.
"Fan Xiaonan's identity has not yet been recognized, but he is not the murderer," Tan Ming replied slowly.
"Why?" Yan Qing asked, confusion etched on his face as he furrowed his brows. "How can you be so sure?"
"Because Fan Xiaonan's act of destroying the information of the Dormitory Resident is quite reasonable," Tan Ming said, his gaze deep.
"He Zhengwei suspected himself to be the murderer and directly admitted to being an envoy, taking an extreme approach. Fan Xiaonan's actions are actually very similar to He Zhengwei's. One suspected himself and chose to confess, while the other, having witnessed the consequences of such suspicion, desperately destroyed evidence to clear his name. At their core, they are essentially the same."
"Fan Xiaonan's actions are reasonable?" Yan Qing was somewhat unconvinced and continued to ask, "What about Master Ban? And what about that girl with special skin who follows Shen Jianghuan? Has her Wolf Messenger Identity been identified as well?"
Yan Qing had a rough idea about everyone else's identities, but he knew nothing about Master Ban and Jiang Jie.
"The girl with special skin? Jiang Jie?" Tan Ming glanced at him and asked, "Do you like her skin?"
"Don't you like it? Don't normal people wish for better skin?" Yan Qing replied.
"I don't like it. It can lead to malnutrition," Tan Ming said.
His skin was a healthy wheat color from long-term exercise.
"Oh." Yan Qing couldn't quite understand how skin could relate to malnutrition. He instinctively touched his own face; his skin was of a type that never seemed to tan, but it wasn't the rumored cold skin either—rather, it had a translucence akin to jade.
Inevitably, he felt compelled to defend those with good skin, noting that not everyone with such skin was malnourished.
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