Chapter 63: Can a Gloomy Extra Be Locked in a Dark Room? [29]

Chapter 63: Can a Gloomy Cannon Fodder Also Get Locked in the Dark Room? "29"

Mu Jin spent three quiet days, just binge-watching shows and eating.

Even Wen Yihe, who already knew how much he could eat, never expected Mu Jin to polish off two rooms' worth of snacks and five fridges' worth of food in just three days.

As Mu Jin ripped open the last bag of spicy strips, Wen Yihe stared at the unsaved number on his phone, mulling over a question.

Should he get someone to give Mu Jin a check-up?

Other than the weakness from the drugs he'd injected, Mu Jin didn't seem off in any other way.

And he didn't want anyone knowing Mu Jin was here until he got what he needed.

But now, he had no choice—he had to have someone bring stuff over.

Wen Yihe let out a sigh and finally dialed the number.

Mu Jin was totally into his show. After finishing the spicy strips, he reached for another bag of chips, only to find they were all gone.

That made him frown. He turned over, flopping face-down on the couch, and looked at Wen Yihe across the room.

"Wen Yihe, there are no more chips."

Wen Yihe hung up, walked over, ruffled his hair, and said softly:

"Someone's bringing more tonight."

Mu Jin: "Oh, but I want some now."

Wen Yihe said, sounding helpless: "You've been eating too much. That's not good for you. Someone's also coming by tonight to check you over."

Mu Jin was clearly a little annoyed: "Didn't you say you liked me?"

"You said you wanted me to stay with you forever. It's only been three days, and you're already saying I eat too much?"

Wen Yihe was stunned.

This was the first time in days that Mu Jin had shown any displeasure toward him, and it was over him saying Mu Jin ate too much.

Wen Yihe's feelings were complicated for a moment, but he still kept a smile on his face.

"Of course not. I'm just worried that eating too much might mess with your health."

"Once someone checks you out today and makes sure everything's fine, you can eat as much as you want from now on. I can afford to feed you."

Mu Jin: "Oh."

Mu Jin turned back to keep watching his show. Wen Yihe sat down next to him, draped an arm over his shoulder, and pulled him against his chest. Sunlight from the window spilled over them.

Wen Yihe gazed at Mu Jin's profile, dazed for a second, then let out a quiet laugh.

Mu Jin asked, "What're you laughing at?"

Wen Yihe: "I was just thinking—maybe a lifetime like this wouldn't be so bad."

"Although I don't know why you're being so obedient and cooperative, I know you don't like me, so I'll keep drugging you."

"A Jin, I won't ever let you leave me."

Wen Yihe said each word with utter seriousness, and the look in his eyes was something Mu Jin couldn't read.

But Mu Jin didn't care, and he didn't want to understand either.

Mu Jin said casually, "Then do whatever you want."

Wen Yihe stared at him, taking in his calm reaction, and let out a helpless sigh.

"A Jin, I really can't read you."

Mu Jin seemed to have fully accepted that he was being held prisoner, and he was adapting surprisingly well—no anxiety, no restlessness.

Even when Wen Yihe wanted to hold him at night, he didn't refuse.

It even gave Wen Yihe the illusion that they weren't captor and captive, but just an ordinary couple.

That also made it impossible for Wen Yihe to stay hard on Mu Jin or use his harsher methods.

He didn't want to see hatred in Mu Jin's eyes, and he didn't want to lose this version of him.

Like right now—Mu Jin was clearly into his show, but he still bothered to respond.

"Oh, really? That's normal. I can't figure you out either."

Mu Jin had only said it offhandedly, but a voice rang out in his mind—648.

"Host, I have two pieces of good news."

"Ji Fengyan found this place. If nothing goes wrong, you'll be out of here soon."

648's voice was practically bursting with excitement: "And the higher-ups confirmed it—this isn't a glitch, it's a legitimate plot development."

"So the fact that Wen Yihe is He Zhize counts as hidden plot. Once we unlock the hidden plot, we'll get extra points."

Mu Jin asked, confused: [How do we unlock the hidden plot? Don't we already know about it?]

648 explained: "Of course, we need to figure out why Wen Yihe is He Zhize."

"Like that female supporting character in the last world—in the end, she told you about her transmigration and rebirth. Once we got the truth, we naturally unlocked that part of the hidden plot."

Mu Jin said thoughtfully: [I see, get him to talk.]

He glanced at Wen Yihe again, paused for a few seconds, then asked:

[Xiao Liu, is there anything in the system shop that can make someone tell the truth?]

[I don't think he's the type to tell me the truth.]

648 rummaged around and finally spoke up: "Found it. There's a Truth Pill. Within half an hour of taking it, you can ask him anything, and he'll definitely tell the truth."

"It only costs 500 points."

Mu Jin was silent: [Then I'll try getting him to talk first.]

That thing was too expensive—better to save the points for buying gems to eat.

648: "Mm-hm, go get 'em, host~"

Finally finishing the finale, Mu Jin let out a long sigh of relief.

He tilted his head to look at Wen Yihe, his eyes crinkling in a smile as he spoke:

"Who would've thought the villain actually showed up from the very beginning—pretty well hidden, wouldn't you say, Wen Yihe?"

Wen Yihe picked up on the implication behind his words, but merely smiled: "It really is quite surprising."

Mu Jin stared at Wen Yihe for a while, then suddenly raised both hands to cup his face, leaning toward him.

Wen Yihe was caught off guard by Mu Jin's sudden move, but he still watched him calmly, waiting for what he'd do next.

Mu Jin's voice was soft and slow: "Wen Yihe, want to play a game?"

Wen Yihe pressed a hand to his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken, his eyes filled with a mix of interest and excitement, a flicker of madness in them.

"Sure."

He heard himself agree in a voice tinged with amusement:

"What game do you want to play?"

Mu Jin got the answer he was looking for, a slow smile curling at the corners of his lips: "How about we trade secrets?"

Wen Yihe raised an eyebrow: "Oh? Secrets, huh?"

Mu Jin pulled his hands back and sat cross-legged on the sofa, "Yeah, secrets."

"Some about me—secrets that even Ji Fengyan doesn't know."

"So? Wen Yihe, want to trade?"

Wen Yihe gazed deeply at Mu Jin, reaching out to caress his face. His cool fingertips lingered at the corner of Mu Jin's eye, pressing gently, his voice filled with near-obsessive tenderness:

"A Jin, I don't know what exactly you're trying to do... but this game seems interesting."

Mu Jin's eyes crinkled in a smile: "Then you go first—you can ask me anything, and I won't lie to you."

Wen Yihe thought for a moment: "A Jin, do you really like Ji Fengyan?"

He figured Mu Jin liked Ji Fengyan—otherwise, why would he have kept chasing after him all this time?

But it had been so long now, and Mu Jin hadn't mentioned Ji Fengyan even once these past days, which made him second-guess himself.

Mu Jin seemed a little disappointed that Wen Yihe would ask such a question, but he still replied earnestly:

"It's not really like—I just envy him for having a good family. I didn't have that, so I wanted to get closer to him."

Wen Yihe thought of the Mu family's situation, of the attitude of that couple over the past few days, and continued:

"So it's not Ji Fengyan himself you like, but the version of him from a happy, harmonious family?"

Mu Jin held up two fingers and wiggled them: "Right."

"Two questions. My turn now."

Wen Yihe smiled and gestured for him to continue, but then, hearing Mu Jin's words, his expression shifted slightly.

Mu Jin stared at him, enunciating each word: "Where is Wen Yihe?"

The smile on Wen Yihe's face dimmed slightly: "A Jin, why would you ask that?"

"Haven't I been right here all along? I've been right here with you the whole time..."

Even 648 was thrown off by this: "Ah, host, what do you mean by that?"

Mu Jin said: "I told you, I have secrets even Ji Fengyan doesn't know, so there's no need for you to keep things from me either."

"Even though I've never met Wen Yihe before, I do know about the Wen family and their eldest son."

Mu Jin paused slightly: "Wen Yihe has a mark on his back shoulder—left from a kidnapping when he was a child. That incident was pretty serious, and so he'd never forget it, he never had the scar removed. But you don't have it."

648: "Huh... host, when did you learn all this?"

Mu Jin: [Oh, I went back and reread the plot several times over these past couple days. Wen Yihe is a supporting character with a decent amount of page time, so there's bound to be more description of him.]

It wasn't just the scar—some of Wen Yihe's preferences and traits didn't match the original plot's description of "Wen Yihe" either.

Mu Jin explained: [The reason this world is collapsing is probably that the real "Wen Yihe" is missing, and the villain He Zhize took his place.]

[That's why, in the kidnapping where Ji Fengyan was supposed to survive, He Zhize went crazy and dragged him down with him.]

[I just don't know when He Zhize replaced Wen Yihe. I've already confirmed over these past few days that Wen Yihe doesn't look like he's had plastic surgery.]

Seeing that Wen Yihe hadn't answered for a long time, Mu Jin didn't seem the least bit worried, and started analyzing for 648 instead:

[No one has noticed for this long, so either they look alike, or they're related by blood.]

648 looked at Mu Jin with mixed feelings, momentarily at a loss for words.

Even after all this time, he realized he'd never truly known Mu Jin.

Like these past few days—he had assumed Mu Jin was just pretending everything was fine to avoid provoking Wen Yihe.

But little did he know, when he wasn't looking, Mu Jin had already confirmed that the Wen Yihe before him wasn't the original "Wen Yihe."

Wen Yihe was quiet for a long moment, then suddenly laughed:

"A Jin... you really never stop surprising me."