I Am Your Natural Enemy-Chapter 723 - 276: Dark Night Amulet, Quiet Duplication (5k)

Just confirming what the limitation is, Wen Yan let out a long breath.

Three names—two have already been identified, which means this last Li Ming is the new anchor.

No mistake. The Doll Master dared to kill Luo Liang to silence him, which shows that for Little Mustache, Luo Liang no longer had any positive value, only negative significance.

This name—Li Ming, so utterly common—must be the latest anchor point.

Based on the pattern of the previous two: the first, Zhang Qiang, and the second, Luo Liang. From the moment their luck soared and they began to prosper, to the point they died suddenly, Wen Yan began to estimate the timing.

He also recalculated the time Little Mustache first had contact with Luo Liang.

Wen Yan reasoned it should be recent—within the last seven days to half a month. Little Mustache had definitely seen this Li Ming during that period.

But when he searched, there were nearly two hundred thousand people named Li Ming across all of Divine Land.

Then he input the limiting conditions into the Black Box, basing it on Little Mustache's last half month of movement patterns. Within this timeframe, overlapping with Little Mustache's path, he checked how many Li Mings were within five kilometers.

Only a rough result—over two hundred.

Then, working from that range, he continued screening those two hundred-plus Li Mings.

Quickly, the filtering continued.

Precise detection, with mobile phone approximate location as reference—those who appeared within one kilometer of Little Mustache in the past half month.

Only thirteen left.

Of these, nine were in Central Plains County.

Wen Yan's expression tightened slightly; he remembered, based on the General Director's carefully kept timeline, that at the end of the first loop, he should be heading to Central Plains County. Likely already there, but had not met Luo Liang yet.

So, thinking along those lines, if he did see this Li Ming—the third anchor—if the other party is a Fate Igniter, he will definitely be able to spot it at a glance.

Counting, among the thirteen, four were in Guanzhong County, with their path intersecting at the high-speed rail station.

Little Mustache was unlikely to meet Li Ming in a place fully covered by surveillance cameras.

After double-checking the train numbers—Little Mustache's and those four individuals'—there was no overlap, and their paths shouldn't normally cross, given the one-kilometer radius and potential error margins.

These four were probably not involved—set them aside for now.

Of the nine in Central Plains County, two at the train station were similarly unremarkable; one was even a seventy-year-old man, who could also be set aside.

Of the remaining seven, one had had good luck in the past two days, even won two thousand yuan. Prioritize for review.

Next, Wen Yan noticed that one of them turned out to be from the Scorching Sun Department—a mid-level officer at a Central Plains County branch.

Reviewing this individual's file, Wen Yan found an audit record.

This guy had indeed had contact with Luo Liang.

But so far, the investigation found nothing suspicious—they simply knew each other, no further interaction.

Key target—recorded.

The other five were either too young or too old, low-risk targets.

Finally, prioritizing the list once more, there were just over a dozen to check, which wasn't much work at all.

As long as he met a Fate Igniter, he would instantly be able to spot it.

The only uncertainty now was what would happen if they destroyed Little Mustache's anchor.

Wen Yan discussed this with the General Director and Old Celestial Master.

Then Wen Yan could see—the General Director wasn't feeling much pressure. It seemed he was more driven by the search for answers, to justify three years of dedication—for a definitive solution.

Eliminate an unpredictable unstable factor.

Whereas Old Celestial Master—truthfully, Wen Yan didn't think Old Celestial Master took Little Mustache seriously. It was just Old Celestial Master's habit to handle matters carefully, avoiding careless mistakes that could end in disaster.

Now Wen Yan wasn't feeling much pressure, either. The more information he had, the lighter his burden felt—especially after discovering the limitation.

He already had a basic plan in mind for dealing with Little Mustache.

The opponent can't roll back Power, so in terms of real strength, he shouldn't be formidable. What matters is whether he possesses any wondrous items—or if his subordinates have special abilities.

"Just keep monitoring him. No need to rush. Within the next ten days or so, he'll definitely set a new timestamp."

The General Director picked up on Wen Yan's changing mood and offered a reminder.

"You should know best—any tiny change can bring about completely different outcomes.

If we have to roll back again, we might not be able to get this far next time."

"I know." Wen Yan glanced at the numbers on the wall.

If not for that number, he would have had no idea that this was already the second run-through of the third loop.

With the Atomic Clock, they could pinpoint continuous time and run count precisely.

But knowing that only recaptured a small part of the initiative—in a direct assault, the success rate was already quite high.

The only problem was the low margin for error—the opponent's margin was much larger.

Same old story—the enemy can afford to fail ten thousand times; they can only afford to fail once.

If they fail even once, Little Mustache will immediately change his phone, change his appearance.

The intelligence they can easily obtain now will never be so easily available again.

Ultimately, even if the other party flees to the ends of the earth, they would still be considered failures.

You make an enemy out of this kind of player—so long as he's still at large, disaster is assured.