I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 706 - 270: This is Professionalism, Build a Wicker (5k)_2

When Wen Yan reached the entrance of the Desolate Tomb, his phone already had hundreds of photos of potential targets saved.

Feng Wei opened up the path, and Wen Yan followed him into the Desolate Tomb, using the Nether Path to leave.

Ten minutes later, he was back in Nanwu County. As soon as his phone reconnected to the internet, it lagged for a moment—a flood of images appeared.

He looked at those pictures. Every one of them was someone in a coat and a beret, but most of the photos were lousy quality, faces blurry and unrecognizable.

After screening them again, there were still hundreds of photos that matched the description.

Wen Yan knew that going straight to Luo Liang for identification was the quickest and most effective method now.

But he also knew that even if he figured it out now, it was pretty useless—once the other guy rewound time, he'd forget everything.

When that happened, he'd just stare at the two suddenly-appearing titles, totally shocked.

He couldn't just lock onto the guy who could rewind as the target.

Just like this time—he'd come to Luo Liang because of the livestream. It had nothing to do with that guy who could rewind time.

He didn't even know if last time, he'd gotten this far in the investigation.

Maybe last time he found something important.

What was certain was, Luo Liang being silenced so fast had to be because a contract was triggered, and the questions he asked then were also related to livestreaming.

This doll must've been lurking nearby all along, ready to silence Luo Liang the moment the contract was triggered.

Silencing someone in a detention center would definitely attract the Scorching Sun Department. That's something you'd only do as a last resort.

But now, even when he went straight to that Doll Master, there was still no time rewind.

One possibility was that all this was tied to the guy who could rewind time, but that guy just didn't know about it yet.

Second, maybe it had nothing to do with him at all, so he wouldn't get dragged into it.

Third, it was related, but the guy didn't care—he figured Wen Yan was off track, so there was no need to rewind.

The first possibility wasn't likely—he'd already made it to Nanwu County, been here this long. If the guy still hadn't noticed, then that's just too lame.

The second option didn't seem likely either. Luo Liang had met that guy; he even personally helped Luo Liang burn luck points.

If he did that, he must've had his reasons—whatever the reason was, it wasn't clear yet.

If Luo Liang leaked his info, he'd have something to get caught on right away.

Wen Yan leaned toward the third possibility. Putting himself in that guy's shoes—if he couldn't be killed, had already rewound countless times, what would his mentality be? How would he handle this?

Probably: as long as I can't be caught outright, I don't need to stress about it. Everything can be fixed anyway.

When Wen Yan was cultivating, he didn't care either—he could learn by trial and error.

No need to be so cautious that every little clue would stop him from trying at all.

Compared to Luo Liang, Wen Yan cared more about the Doll Master. This guy might also be connected to the one who could rewind time.

At least for now, the rewinder didn't seem like any good guy.

He caught a ride to the spot he'd agreed on with Zhang Qihui. Zhang Qihui was already there in a minivan, with eight girls with wildly different styles in tow.

After meeting up, they took Wen Yan to a factory in the park.

Zhang Qihui personally inspected the doll Wen Yan brought. The moment he picked it up, just a quick look, he made his judgment.

"Not a mass-produced item. Only a handful of people can make something at this level. And this technique? Kinda like my own style—you add weight, but at the same time, the support gets stronger and it feels more real."

"Can you tell where it's from?" Wen Yan asked.

He had just looked at the system prompt and guessed—anyone who matched this prompt couldn't just be some average player.

Anyone playing with dolls like this? You'd have to burn cash.

Being rich and skilled like that? Not too many people out there fit the bill.

Someone like that would always be pushing for the limit—definitely not a shut-in tinkering on their own.

Modern supply chains, all these materials and tech—you're telling me they don't use any of that?

What, do they get silicone and build a whole factory with all the equipment just to play by themselves?

Even if they did, what—every piece of equipment just magically left zero trace?

No matter how you calculate it, in a small field like this, the Doll Master couldn't be some random nobody.

No matter how much they went undercover, there would definitely be a public identity somewhere.

Zhang Qihui examined for a while, then stared into the doll's eyes, absolutely certain.

"Here's the deal—the craftsmanship is top-notch, but this thing is a defective product.

The material used here is this year's new version, but the eyes are from two years ago.

For someone with this skill, that makes it a reject—totally imperfect."

"Recognize anything else?"

"I can't say who made it for sure, but I can more or less rule out a few people—it's definitely not their work."

Zhang Qihui looked excited; his eyes were glowing.

"Because in the entire Divine Land, every craftsman who can get to this level with their own skills—I know them all!

He may want to hide, but habits and skill—those can't really be concealed.

Look here, the elbow joint is movable, and to make the skin look real without ugly wrinkles?

That takes a little trick—a trick invented four months ago by a top expert."