“Huh…?” Doctor Zhao was startled. “Go tell Chu Tianqiu…?”

“That’s right.” Qi Xia nodded. “Just relay it truthfully, I won’t make things difficult for you.”

“No, no, no… I still understand the rules,” Doctor Zhao said. “As long as you don’t come to my side, I’ll agree to anything.”

“No, go tell him that I’ve made my move,” Qi Xia continued. “If he continues to stay in the ‘Standby Zone,’ it’s no different from sitting and awaiting his doom.”

Doctor Zhao pursed his lips and didn’t dare to speak. Qi Xia paused and asked again, “Are you coming in?”

“No, I won’t…”

Only after seeing Qi Xia nod and then turn around to leave directly did Doctor Zhao slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

Entering the same room as Qi Xia… what difference would that be from directly handing over his “characters” to him?

This was still the “Snake” representing “cunning” and “questions and answers.”

Unless the snake inside asked questions entirely about neuroscience medicine, he would have no chance of winning.

“This is troublesome…”

Doctor Zhao hurried back to the “Standby Zone” to find Chu Tianqiu. Wen Qiaoyun was there saying something to him.

“Tianqiu, look at this.” Wen Qiaoyun held a “Cloth” character in her hand, showing it to Chu Tianqiu.

Seeing this “character,” Chu Tianqiu’s expression gradually darkened.

“Qiaoyun… where did this ‘character’ come from?”

Of course Chu Tianqiu knew what the problem was. This “Cloth” character was one he had personally given to Chen Junnan. Now that the “informant” had brought it back… what did this represent?

“The so-called ‘informant’… is Han Yimo, right?” Chu Tianqiu asked.

“Yes, that writer called Han Yimo,” Wen Qiaoyun answered.

Chu Tianqiu asked with a furrowed brow, “Did you promise him anything?”

“No,” Wen Qiaoyun answered. “He asked me for a promise, a promise that I would accept him as one of our own, but I couldn’t answer, so I told him to go back and stay calm, saying I would contact him as soon as possible.”

“This is absurd,” Chu Tianqiu said. “This ‘character’ isn’t any kind of ‘pledge of allegiance’ from Han Yimo at all… it’s clearly a ‘letter of challenge’ from Chen Junnan.”

“What…?” Both Wen Qiaoyun and Doctor Zhao beside her paused simultaneously.

“This ‘character’ was with Chen Junnan… why would he give it to Han Yimo?” Chu Tianqiu’s brow furrowed tightly. “Could it be that Han Yimo snatched it from Chen Junnan?”

“Tianqiu… don’t get excited first…” Wen Qiaoyun said. “What are you worried about…?”

“How can this not make me worried?!” Chu Tianqiu said through gritted teeth. “Who exactly recruited Han Yimo to become our ‘informant’?”

Wen Qiaoyun was startled, realizing she seemed to have never thought about this question. Han Yimo had sworn up and down that he was an undercover agent, but how did he become an undercover agent? And when did he become one?

Could he be pretending to be an undercover agent to gain trust…?

But Wen Qiaoyun quickly dismissed this thought.

With Han Yimo’s intelligence… how would he dare use such a tactic?

“It was… it was me…” Doctor Zhao said awkwardly from the side. “What about Han Yimo…? Hasn’t he always been on our side?”

“It would be fine if he had always been on our side,” Chu Tianqiu said. “But now he’s on Qi Xia’s side—how dare you recruit him as an undercover agent?”

Neither Doctor Zhao nor Wen Qiaoyun understood what Chu Tianqiu meant, but Chu Tianqiu was obviously very angry.

He snatched the “Cloth” character from Wen Qiaoyun’s hand and said with a grave expression, “Moreover, just now Qiaoyun didn’t promise Han Yimo anything… He has already voluntarily handed over two ‘characters’ but received no feedback whatsoever. His heart must be full of countless questions. It would be fine if he could realize that he’s not a real undercover agent, but if he wholeheartedly believes he is an undercover agent… the situation ahead will be even more dangerous.”

He slowly placed the “Cloth” character on the “Phoenix Book-Carrying Platform,” only to see four unbelievable large characters light up on the screen:

“Creation Failed.”

“As expected…” Chu Tianqiu sighed again. “The situation has already begun to change…”

He rotated the “Cloth” character in his hand several times on the “Phoenix Book-Carrying Platform,” but no matter what, the screen would only display “Creation Failed.”

“What’s going on?” Wen Qiaoyun asked somewhat puzzled. “It’s clearly an obvious ‘Cloth’ character…”

“I originally thought that Jin Yuanxun winning back a ‘Wrap’ character from Chen Junnan meant we were advancing on the road to victory, but I didn’t expect a huge boulder to block our way.”

Chu Tianqiu’s expression grew increasingly ugly. The two people beside him both sensed the anger emanating from him.

“Is there really such a way to win…” he said through gritted teeth. “Isn’t this the extreme limit of turning the tables on someone…?”

“Tianqiu, calm down,” Wen Qiaoyun said. “If there’s a situation, you can tell me and I’ll help you solve it together.”

“Qiaoyun…” Chu Tianqiu said. “Just now you participated in a game with Han Yimo. You should have discovered the strange ability on him.”

After Chu Tianqiu’s reminder, Wen Qiaoyun remembered the bizarre aspect of that game—every single answer Han Yimo chose was wrong.

To win the game, one could only avoid Han Yimo’s choices as much as possible.

Could this bizarre ability really have no upper limit…?

Whichever team he joined, that team would fail?

“This is too absurd…” Wen Qiaoyun said. “As long as he himself believes he’s an undercover agent, then we can’t win…?”

“That’s the principle,” Chu Tianqiu said. “I’m afraid even Han Yimo himself doesn’t know that his ‘Echo’ is called ‘Calamity Invitation.’ He will trigger the disasters he believes in his heart that can actually happen.”

At this moment, Doctor Zhao also caught on: “The ‘disaster’ Han Yimo can think of right now is ‘the undercover agent is going to lose’…?”

“What else…?” Chu Tianqiu turned around and asked coldly. “When you persuaded him to become an undercover agent… why didn’t you think of this?”

Doctor Zhao knew that no matter how thoroughly he considered things, he couldn’t have possibly thought that “Calamity Invitation” and “undercover agent” were incompatible.

“But that’s not right…” Doctor Zhao said. “We can stop cooperating with Han Yimo and let him think he’s been abandoned. Then wouldn’t he return to Qi Xia’s camp?”

“If things were really that simple, that would be wonderful,” Chu Tianqiu said. “The problem lies with Han Yimo himself… From what I know of him, no matter how incomprehensible the situation, he will definitely use his own novel-writing experience to complete the logic and believe it without doubt.”

“Ah…?” Although this was the first time Wen Qiaoyun had heard this explanation, when she recalled the time she had just spent with Han Yimo, she surprisingly felt that what Chu Tianqiu said made perfect sense.

No matter how bizarre the situation, Han Yimo would try every means to self-rationalize. He only believed what he wanted to believe.

So even if they clearly told him now that “the undercover operation has failed,” he would still consider it a test given by the other side.

Such a thorny person… how should they deal with him?

Chu Tianqiu made a decisive decision: “Doctor Zhao… immediately go find Jin Yuanxun. From now on, your objective is to go all out to kill Han Yimo.”