Blood flowing like a river? Wen Nan was slightly startled, but soon found it understandable. Now it’s the last main line task of this instance; the [traitor] faction, it’s time to take action. After all, unlike the [assassin] faction, which only needs to complete the task of assassinating the queen to be considered sufficiently evil, [traitor] needs to eliminate all [loyal servants] in addition to taking down the [queen] to win. Obviously, the information-gathering ability of Wei Zhe’s team is no less than Wen Nan’s. They precisely found the [queen]’s stronghold and unexpectedly took down the entire lab. As soon as this thought arose, Wen Nan quickly shook his head. Yu Shujun has always stayed by Wu Qing’s side, and Wen Nan had enough confidence in this unfathomable servant of his. As he pondered, Wen Nan arrived at the corridor in front of Wang Yajun’s lab, crossed the crowd in chaos, and from a distance saw a person covered with white cloth being carried out on a stretcher. That corpulent figure, that belly rising like a small mountain, even without lifting the white cloth covering the face, Wen Nan could recognize it — The traitor faction had killed Wang Yajun and also taken out the other students in the lab. These characters were likely all servants trusted by the [queen]. As he thought this, a man ran from the other side of the corridor, his head down, turning sharply just a few steps away from Wen Nan, vanishing into the nearby fire escape. Immediately afterward, a familiar figure chased after him. Seeing Wen Nan, Yin Zhi’en, gasping for breath, hurried to him, "Senior, did you see a suspicious man? When the incident happened, I saw him taking advantage of the chaos to run out of Professor Wang’s lab. Today’s event must have been his doing!" Wen Nan nodded and pointed to the fire escape in front of him. Yin Zhi’en immediately turned around and pursued him into the fire escape. Wen Nan glanced at the dim entrance of the corridor, quickly made his way through the crowd, and arrived at Wang Yajun’s lab. As he reached the doorway, a pungent smell of iron hit him in the face, the floor covered in bright red blood, almost submerging his shoe soles. Wen Nan tread through the blood and reached the office door at the end of the room, seeing Wu Qing sitting at the desk, weeping blood through the half-opened door. Not only were her eyes bleeding, but all her orifices also seemed to leak blood, her whole body looking like it had many stab wounds, continuously seeping out blood which flowed and merged with that on the floor. It seemed that suddenly losing so many subjects, including the most adored servant, Wang Yajun, was a massive blow to the queen. As Wu Qing sank into an abyss of endless grief, Yu Shujun remained silent, standing against the wall with arms crossed, eyelids drooping, like a Buddha statue detached from the world. In the room, there were only the two of them, Wu Qing crying bitterly, with each wail, blood was squeezed out of her body, making a sound similar to a wet cloth being wrung out, "puss, puss." The first time he stepped into this office, Wen Nan knew Wu Qing had skills similar to Qiqi’s; now, the red mist she lavishly spread around the room affected all the nearby characters to some extent, making them uncontrollably sad, upset, and cry. Yu Shujun, after listening to the collective mourning for quite a while, finally grew tired of it, furrowed his brows, raised a hand to pinch his ears numbed by the sobbing, and said in a deep voice, "Stop crying, they’ve already gone, what’s the use of crying?" At these words, Wu Qing suddenly lifted her head and stared at Yu Shujun in a daze, forgetting to cry momentarily; she reproached angrily, "Minmin, Professor Wang was my mentor, and will also be your mentor in the future. Those senior and junior brothers and sisters outside are my classmates now and will be your classmates in the future. They were innocently killed suddenly, you don’t share my grief and indignation, and now you even blame me?" Yu Shujun didn’t speak, his expression showing no sign of shame, this attitude made Wu Qing’s anger rise even more, and a quarrel seemed inevitable. Seeing this, Wen Nan pushed the door open and stepped inside. The two, who had been at a stalemate, both looked at the man at the door. Wen Nan first glanced at Yu Shujun, then walked to Wu Qing. Seeing Wen Nan, more than half of Wu Qing’s anger dissipated, and the feeling of deep grief filled her mind once more. Blood kept gushing out of her body, and Wu Qing, in a sobbing tone, said, "Mr. Wang is dead, and seven students in the lab were also all killed. It’s my fault, I’m too late... I’m useless... How can I sit on that position come noon the day after tomorrow, I might as well, die to apologize, only then I would be free..." Wu Qing was revealing the deepest secret buried in her heart, saying these words indicated that in her mind, neither of the two in the room at the moment were outsiders, they were both worth trusting. Wen Nan crouched down in front of her, reached out, gently held her slightly trembling hands, and softly comforted, "Mr. Wang and those students are gone, but you still have me and us, we will always be by your side." Upon hearing this, Wu Qing stopped crying, but the blood at the corners of her eyes fell even more briskly. She raised her hand, gently stroking Wen Nan’s cheek with her blood-stained palm, "I’m so lucky to have met you, my love, in this turbulent time..."