Tan Wenbin: "That hand can guide us here to find that thing, so why can't it guide that thing to crash into us? It's just that if we ignore it, that hand will pay a slightly greater price."

Li Zhiyuan: "Let's start assigning tasks now."

Tan Wenbin and Run Sheng put down their cigarettes and incense, Yin Meng and Ah You also straightened their backs.

"Lin Shuyou."

"Present!"

"You go contact the Zhou Brothers, get in touch with the organizers, and the school authorities responsible for the program selection. You're tasked with tracing this line that has already appeared for me."

"Understood!" Lin Shuyou eagerly agreed, "I will not be unworthy of Brother Xiao Yuan's trust!"

Lin Shuyou was excited, he could finally take charge on his own!

Li Zhiyuan: "Just investigate step by step, even if you encounter obstacles, that hand will give you clues to help you overcome difficulties and guide you onward.

If you don't uncover anything, it will be more anxious than you."

Lin Shuyou: "..."

Li Zhiyuan: "The rest of you, after daybreak, continue your usual activities, act as if you are willingly receiving the river water, so the opposite party can pass more clues on to you, it's good to be out frequently."

"Understood!"

"Understood!"

Li Zhiyuan extended a finger and tapped his temple:

"There's one thing to note, this time is different from before. After receiving the clues, don't rush, go slow, slow down at every step as much as possible.

Any new development at any stage must be communicated and reported promptly. If you're outside, report progress to Lu Yi at the shop.

Tan Wenbin, give Lu Yi a raise."

Tan Wenbin: "Understood."

Li Zhiyuan: "We've already done experiments, everyone recall and review in your minds on how we visited Zhangjiajie during the last wave.

I require you all to start thinking about your script paths now."

The young man held the pen and drew a wave pattern along the existing vertical line he had previously sketched:

"That hand wants to create a false Zou Jiang wave, leading us into a trap, borrowing the knife to kill.

This time,

We'll channel the real river water there and drown it!"

...

"Click!"

Deng Chen, sleeping, heard the sound of the photo studio door opening.

He immediately sat up, reached into the chemical basin used for washing photos, and took out two eyeballs.

He swung them about, breathed on them, lifted his night clothes to wipe them, and then pressed them back into his own eye sockets.

Inside the chemical basin, three small figures were swimming, they were his good brothers.

Not hurriedly, he pushed the room door open, came to the counter, and saw Tan Wenbin sitting on a small sofa, feet cocked up.

Tan Wenbin had more than just the key to the dormitory door.

Deng Chen: "Please instruct."

Tan Wenbin: "Sorry for disturbing your rest, could you lend your eyeballs and roll them for me?"

A painting was handed to Deng Chen.

"Please wait a moment."

Deng Chen took the painting back and began to work.

Soon, he produced a long, large photograph.

Tan Wenbin took the photo, and rotated its angle as he held it, the person holding a candle in the photograph also turned.

Deng Chen: "I made some details perfect, they might differ from the actual."

"That's okay, it's already great, you're amazing."

"He is..."

Tan Wenbin said with some surprise: "What, you recognize it?"

"No, I don't recognize him. We've been living namelessly since we became conscious, and our understanding of the world is far below yours.

But I sense the emotions Brother Xiao Yuan wants to convey in his paintings."

"It's terrifying."

"Do you feel anything else?"

"When washing this photograph, I was very afraid it might suddenly lift its head."

"Continue, anything else?"

"Brother Xiao Yuan's painting skill is really good."

"Yuanzi isn't here, no need for flattery; you provide me valuable clues, and when I return, I'll praise you in his tone."

"It's the texture of this painting."

"Texture?"

"It might not exist in reality."

This should have been a redundant statement, since it appeared in a dream.

However, Tan Wenbin squinted his eyes, leaned toward Deng Chen, and whispered: "Describe in detail, come on, organize your words."

He felt that Deng Chen had discovered something, as he was the Black Python's Eye.

But his language was deficient, missing the point.

Deng Chen rotated his eyes a few times, then simply lifted his hand and slapped the back of his head, detaching the two eyeballs, handing them to Tan Wenbin.

"I printed another copy in my eyes, this is my feeling, you experience it."

"How to use?"

"Just use them like this."

Tan Wenbin held an eyeball in each hand and placed them before his own eyes.

This gesture resembled playing marbles as a child, holding two marbles in front of the eyes to observe the bizarre world.

He saw it.

Before him was still the person holding a candle.

But this time, the figure turned from real to illusory and then back to real, indeed a very strange texture.

Tan Wenbin frowned, thinking that when Brother Xiao Yuan painted this, he only tried to depict the essence of what he saw in the dream, Brother Xiao Yuan might not have deeply comprehended it himself.

This was normal in the bureau; finding physical evidence was the first step, then handing it to professional departments for analysis to make the evidence speak, yielding more information. Deng Chen was the analysis department.

Eventually,

Tan Wenbin expressed his thought, a statement even more like a waste compared to Deng Chen's:

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