Acting as the 'White Moonlight' in Destructive Novels [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 7

Lin Qingyu didn’t know how to answer Su Wang’s question, he really wanted to know what kind of madness the original owner had been going through.

Framing the male lead, pushing people into fire pits, pimping on Beauty Street, gambling, taking out loans, and even smashing Su Wang’s face into a boiling pot of oil—it was all insanity.

Su Wang wasn’t just disfigured; after removing the facial reconstruction device, his left eye flickered with electricity from time to time. He had likely been blinded in that eye by the heat and had installed a prosthetic of the same color.

Lin Qingyu looked at the replies on the forum and let out a long sigh. The “Invincible Scapegoat” was right: the male lead truly both loved and hated him. To be pushed to this degree and still show no malicious retaliation—he really was a kind-hearted, masochistic psychopath.

Su Wang still had his eyes lowered, waiting coldly for a reply. Lin Qingyu ran through the advice given by the forum experts over and over in his head, but couldn’t find a way out. He hadn’t been transmigrated long enough, and having been on the run the whole time, his knowledge of this world was essentially zero.

He hadn’t even figured out the basic power structure, knowing only that the government and the police were on the opposite side of Su Wang, while Titanium Dome Technology and the Stray Dogs seemed to be in the neutral camp for now.

Even if the “black pots” (blame) were truly the original owner’s doing, Lin Qingyu couldn’t carry them. To whom should this pot be thrown? The police? Titanium Dome? Or…

Wait. Why did he have to know who was harming the male lead? Couldn’t he just play the part of an ignorant pawn? Judging by Su Wang’s past internal thoughts, in his heart, “Qingyu” was just stupid and easy to trick. With that realization, Lin Qingyu’s spine stiffened. He had nothing to feel guilty about, he was a victim, too.

Lin Qingyu looked up, meeting Su Wang’s chilling gaze. “I don’t know.”

Su Wang froze.

“You’re asking me what I was thinking at the time, but I don’t remember ever pinning you into a pot of boiling oil. You can’t blame every bad thing on me.”

Su Wang didn’t reply, just watched him quietly. His eyes were pitch-black, devoid of any emotional fluctuation, which made one’s scalp crawl. Lin Qingyu pulled up his backend interface to spy on Su Wang’s data.

Internal Thoughts:

The same script again: “Let’s make up, I didn’t betray you, believe me, I’ve changed back, I don’t remember, brother save me.” Used over and over again. It’s disgusting, I’m going to vomit.

Dark Thoughts: ‘Decided. Once I catch Qingyu, I’ll brainwash him first. Once he’s well-behaved, I’ll keep him attached to my side.’

Lin Qingyu: … Fck!

The original owner had used every trick in the book to scam money from his “brother” to pay gambling debts; he hadn’t even left him a path to claim “hidden hardships.” Lin Qingyu was so annoyed he wanted to chew on his hands. Looking at his blood-stained and muddy fingers, he restrained himself.

Su Wang, who had been suspended in mid-air, was losing patience. He manipulated his metal tentacles to slice through the S&M red ropes. He landed on the floor with elegant grace. He reached into his coat to find the hilt, biu, and a laser sword snapped out. He adjusted it to red and tilted his chin at Lin Qingyu.

Lin Qingyu sat on the bed, propping his head up with one hand and rubbing his throbbing temples until they turned red. Seeing the laser sword thrust toward him, he waved a hand to tell the male lead to wait a moment—no need to rush the killing. Su Wang was easygoing; he dragged a chair over to sit opposite him and stuck the sword into the floor.

“How long do I have to wait?”

Lin Qingyu looked up at him. “How about until tomorrow morning? I’ve been running for so long, died so many times—I’m exhausted, my brain isn’t working.”

Su Wang reverted to that smiling psychopath, reaching out to touch Lin Qingyu’s face with a gentle smile. “That won’t do. I’ll give you five minutes to argue your case, at most.” A projection sprang from his wrist, a pitch-black display flashing with a red countdown. Su Wang flicked his hand. “Why is your face so dirty?”

Lin Qingyu couldn’t tell him that he had turned into a tiny miniature person to eavesdrop on Lilith and Angel, running around in a pile of dust, being besieged by two cockroaches, and fighting for his life on the floorboards. He gave a vague reply: “Life hasn’t been easy.”

It was a non-sequitur, but Su Wang didn’t press. He found a pack of wet wipes on Lilith’s nightstand and began to clean Lin Qingyu’s face with earnest focus. Lin Qingyu tilted his head in cooperation. “How do you plan to kill me?”

“I won’t kill you anymore.”

“Beat me to a pulp and lock me up?”

“Something like that.”

Looking at the countdown, then at the male lead who was currently wiping the tip of his nose, Lin Qingyu spoke tentatively: “If I said that this time I really don’t remember anything, would you forgive me? Brother?”

Su Wang’s movements paused imperceptibly. He threw away the dirty wipe without answering. Lin Qingyu knew he would forgive him; the backend data confirmed it. Su Wang wanted more than anything to believe Lin Qingyu had no choice in the matter, yet he didn’t want to see him controlled by others, either.

Su Wang raised his hand, and Lin Qingyu lifted his chin. The cool wet wipe followed his Adam’s apple toward his collarbone, cleaning his neck until it was spotless. Lin Qingyu lowered his eyes to look at the male lead before him, feeling he could still struggle a bit more. He grabbed Su Wang’s hand, pressed it against the back of his own head, and guided his fingers to the hole hidden in his hair.

Before he could spout the story he’d fabricated, Su Wang made a puzzled sound: “Why did you pull out the processor? Did I hurt you when I killed you?”

Lin Qingyu: ?

Fine. The injuries were from the debt collectors, the hole was for the processor; there wasn’t a single spot on his body he could use to weave a tale.

The countdown ended, but Lin Qingyu wasn’t split in two. It wasn’t that Su Wang had developed a soft heart; it was because Lilith and Angel had walked into the room. If Su Wang made a move, it would become a 3-on-1 fight. Those two had been outside for so long; they definitely had weapons, and he’d be at a disadvantage.

Lilith pulled a rectangular, high-tech gadget that looked like a mini-remote from her coat and handed it to Lin Qingyu. Seeing him hesitate, she persuaded him softly: “I’m a cop. I’ll help you. You don’t have to keep suppressing your pain or emotional fluctuations anymore. It’s effective for a short time, but long-term use is bad for your health.”

Lin Qingyu frowned, not taking it. It was easy to get a virus just by plugging an unknown USB drive into a computer. This thing was going into his brain; he had to be careful. The original owner had robbed, gambled, and pimped—his name was probably on the wanted list, just for lesser crimes compared to the male lead. If Lilith was a true professional and couldn’t catch the “big fish,” would she just grab the “small shrimp” to do the public a favor? If she did, he’d be finished.

If there were few police, he and the police were partners to guard against the masochistic psychopath. If there were many police, he and “Brother Su” were partners to guard against the government dogs. Lin Qingyu understood the situation perfectly.

He took the processor and thanked Lilith. He turned and walked up to Su Wang, blocking Angel, who was just about to tie him up. Su Wang lowered his head. “What are you doing?”

Lin Qingyu stuffed the processor into his hand. “Help me with this. You know, I’m stupid.”

Su Wang’s peach-blossom eyes darted around, his gaze sweeping over Angel and Lilith. Whatever he thought of, he suddenly laughed. “You coming to find me…you’re not that stupid.”

He fiddled with the processor, pulling out a metal wire as thin as a hair. Lilith’s prosthetic eye flashed with electric currents; she crossed her arms and exchanged glances with Angel. Su Wang pressed down on Lin Qingyu’s shoulders, turning him around so he faced the other two with his back to him. He parted his hair, took the processor, and slowly pushed it into the hole in his head.

The experience was very strange. Lin Qingyu could clearly feel a hard object pushing into his brain, bit by bit—it felt numb and swollen. Su Wang grabbed his shoulder and whispered in his ear: “Size is wrong? I felt it the moment I touched it.

This is a universal model, a bit larger than your usual processor. It’s normal to feel uncomfortable, it’ll get better in a while.”

“Look, they’re both staring at us. The cop you worked so hard to save is currently figuring out how to drag you to prison. You aren’t one of them, we’re the ones who belong together.”

“In a second, I’ll say 3, 2, 1, and you run, understand? Run fast, don’t get caught, my little bird.”