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After dealing with the real social worker, the two of them walked through the corridor and returned to the archives room.

The female journalist followed expressionlessly behind.

Perhaps it was because she had just pushed away a teammate who could have saved her, or maybe because she had decided to stick to her path come what may, the female journalist now somewhat resembled a sage who had given up on all hope.

However, as soon as she entered the archives room, she snapped out of her sage-like state and her pupils quaked again!

But, probably because she had been shocked so often, she quickly adjusted her own state, closed the door to the archives room, and curiously sized up the girl in the room.

She wasn't pretending to be a social worker anymore; now she had taken on a different appearance.

The girl was dressed in a grass green dress with a doll collar, with two braids hanging in front of her chest. Her face appeared soft and tranquil, but her eyes were somewhat lifeless.

Looking at her, she seemed somewhat familiar.

"Is this your real appearance? Are you blind?" the female journalist asked as she walked up, tentatively waving her hand in front of the girl's eyes, but the girl's pupils did not flicker.

"Mhm," Xu Shuo curved the corners of his mouth, responding in her direction.

After he had dealt with the social worker, the time was just right to switch to the blind girl's character card.

["Yao Character Card": As an excellent spy, you have superb abilities in disguise. While transformed into Yao, you can disguise yourself as anyone you wish, but be careful not to be seen through by others.]

He had tried this card before in the Script Space, but it was the first time he was using it in the Script World.

Since he had some thoughts this time, he conveniently used it to perfectly replace the identity of the social worker.

"So now…" the female journalist asked in a low voice, curious, "you don't need to disguise yourself anymore?"

"Big sister, as long as you remember that I am still a social worker, that's what matters. As for what abilities a social worker has, you should be clear, right?" Xu Shuo tilted his head and smiled.

"… Oh."

So, appearance was not important; it was the recognized identity that mattered most.

The female journalist covertly scrutinized the girl. Although the other's eyes were unfocused and lifeless, she couldn't shake the feeling that the girl could still see.

After all, when she had disguised herself as the social worker, it had been quite normal. So continuing to pretend to be a blind girl seemed to be no problem.

"What should I call you?"

"Social worker."

"… Forget it. Can you tell me now what you're really after by finding me?"

The only chair in the archives room had been given to the blind person, so the female journalist could only lean against the office desk, her expression stern as she stared at the girl before her, determined to get some answers this time.

Xu Shuo laughed: "Do you still remember what I told you before?"

The female journalist clicked her tongue: "I don't remember. Just give me the direct answer."

"No, I want you to say it."

"… #!"

"Big sister, you don't remember a word of what people say… How are you going to live!"

"… ##!"

Since she couldn't provoke her, she could only slap the desk in frustration and burst out with angry laughter: "You're asking what had been said? I remember that this place is still a Rule Space, and then that the archives room is the director's territory. Cats can go through Rule Spaces as they please, but there's no need..."

There's no need to go into another Rule Space's archives room.

Towards the end, the female journalist's voice gradually faded, her expression unreadable, her heart pounding.

The archives room is the director's territory...

This place is another Rule Space...

This… is the director of Qiming Orphanage's Rule Space!

Not long ago, that girl seemed to have said to her that the cat was there to test her!

The female journalist's eyes suddenly widened as she stared at the fragile girl, exclaiming in shock, "You've got to be kidding me, are you actually the director of Qiming Orphanage?!"

"Just this?" Xu Shuo raised an eyebrow.

"Is there… anything else?"

"Sister, out of all the things I said, you only remember this… How are you going to survive like this!"

"…###!"

The female journalist's intelligence had been doubted more than once, and her anger built up further on her forehead, but since it was a critical moment for gathering intelligence, she continued to endure!

She gritted her teeth and shifted her gaze away from the girl, so as not to lose her temper and start a fight accidentally.

Turning her head, she faced the rows of bookshelves.

Gazing at the bookshelf at the furthest end against the wall, the journalist said after some serious contemplation, "Are you wary of SOA-09? Or perhaps you want to do something to it, so you need me to hide your identity to divert their attention? And SOA-09, having sensed your intentions, does not want to spook you and thus sent a cat to check on you? Right, where's the cat?"

After speaking at length, she suddenly remembered the cat was still in the next room and feared it might have already gone to snitch.

Xu Shuo looked at her with approval, "Worthy of being taught."

The female journalist tugged at the corner of her mouth, saying nothing.

Despite his irritating tone, she realized she had indeed missed a lot of information.

At this moment, she asked suspiciously, "So you're the SOA Investigator trapped here, also the current director of Qiming Orphanage, but you're not a…"

She didn't finish the sentence—You've got to be a man, right?!

So the way you look now is fake, isn't it?

Surprised, Xu Shuo tilted his head, "SOA Investigator and orphanage director? I am not."

The female journalist was immediately confused, "You're not? How can you not be, the current director is that SOA Investigator, and since you're the orphanage director you must be them."

"I am not," said Xu Shuo, turning his head away and twisting his twirling braid on his shoulder.

"…" said the female journalist.

"…"

"…Alright, sister, you're not."

The female journalist kept a straight face, comforting herself that she couldn't apply common sense to this lunatic who could write Ghost Glyphs. She then asked, "But didn't the director used to coexist peacefully with SOA-09? What's the problem now?"
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Now that she knew the person's identity and had her mind stimulated repeatedly, she quickly made sense of many things.

The bedroom next door might be the director's room.

Because the red writing next to "Qiming Orphanage Staff Regulations" was handwritten, and if every caretaker's room had uniforms and papers, it wouldn't make sense for every sheet of paper to have handwritten words on them.

Those red words were clearly added later.

Therefore, apart from the lunatic living in that room, she couldn't think of any other lunatic who would do such a thing.

And from the red pen marks left on the papers, it was highly likely that the SOA Investigator, who was still alive in the orphanage to this day, had probably beaten every monster in the orphanage one by one at the beginning.

That's why he wasn't afraid; he had the means to counter the "run, run, run" rules.

But such a powerful person now seemed to be engaged in a battle of wits and courage with someone in the orphanage, which was clearly not in line with his straightforward style of "a good beating solves disobedience."

Unless he had reached the end of his rope?

At this thought, the female journalist's eyes lit up!

…