There's definitely something wrong with this murder mystery game

After the negotiation ended, on the way back to the studio. Xu Shuo thought it over and still sent a message of concern to the meritorious Themis. After all, Themis had helped him secure a fair opportunity to negotiate in front of the officials (though the person in question was completely unaware), thus Xu Shuo felt it was necessary to show concern for this greatly deserving individual. He hoped Themis hadn't died on the Abyss Battlefield. Prayer.jpg. Ever since the Abyss first appeared in this world, Xu Shuo had anticipated today's situation—contact with officials was inevitable. That's why he maintained contact with Luo Kai. And when the officials began to monitor him, he also maintained contact with Themis. Because only in this way, him being an ordinary person in this world, could he have the chance to negotiate with the massive governmental machine. And not simply succumb to the threats of power. In front of the wide office building, Xu Shuo suddenly stopped, looking up at the brilliant sun above his head. Summer was coming, and it was really hot. He stepped into the office building, his figure enveloped by the shadows cast by the construction. ... The advantage of the industry giving the green light was that the project review was completed the next afternoon, which directly resolved concerns about the game's release. However, the speed was so fast that Pei Sheng suspected whether the General Administration of Press and Publication had used quantum reading to finish their project plan—after all, usually, such a review would only conclude when the game development was almost finished, and even then the publication approval might not have come through. The speed this time was astonishingly fast. But now that they had the license number, Pei Sheng skeptically accepted it and then went on with his project in a rush. This change was subtle, yet very effective. The heads of the various studio departments suddenly felt like their recent work had become much easier. And on the third morning, when Xu Shuo picked up the business newspaper he subscribed to, he suddenly came across a piece of news that should not have appeared in the business section. Although this news occupied a very small space in the paper, it seemed to be deliberately thrust in front of him— [The son of Pengcheng's governor was detained for causing a car accident due to drunk driving and speeding; further investigation revealed that the individual had a history of driving violations. The incident has also led to intense scrutiny and backlash against the governor's work. All related personnel have been suspended for observation, and the government has announced an investigation.] The current governor of Pengcheng actually used to be the deputy governor of Yang City, but he was promoted and transferred to Pengcheng a few years ago due to his tenure. Results show he hadn't held his position for long before he lost it again. The power of the bureaucratic machinery can indeed be very unpredictable. Xu Shuo looked at the newspaper expressionlessly for a while, then flipped it over to the stock market news and continued reading. On days without any special arrangements, life passed by quietly amidst the bustle of work, which is how most ordinary people spend their days. It was just before leaving work when Li Ziwen came to find him. "The day after tomorrow is Dragon Boat Festival, and the day after that is Saturday," Li Ziwen said, showing him the document. "Should we follow this process for the holidays?" ... Xu Shuo looked at the document, lost in thought. The fact that Dragon Boat Festival fell on a Friday meant that the corporate slaves had a chance to rest for three days. After all, it was a statutory holiday and according to social expectations, people must rest on that particular day. But if the holiday landed on the weekend, then it was possible to squeeze the workers and let them rest for only two days. However, sometimes these dates don't align with what capitalists hope for. Xu Shuo rubbed his temples: "Just follow this schedule for the time off. Have the heads of each department arrange their work in advance so that nobody has to rush back to overtime or fall behind on progress after the break." Li Ziwen left with a thoughtful nod. Of course, the holiday was not a mandatory time off. If someone wanted to stay and work overtime for the triple pay, the company would also agree to it on a case-by-case basis. It's not mandatory, really not mandatory! ... The studio closed for Dragon Boat Festival as promised. However, Xu Shuo certainly wasn't going to take a holiday for himself—that's what he had thought before, until Luo Kai called him. "Why are you still working on Dragon Boat Festival?!" The incredulous voice blasted from the other end of the phone. Xu Shuo asserted righteously, "I'm the boss. I take a holiday when I want to take a holiday, and I work when I want to work!" "Alright, alright," Luo Kai changed his tune. "But I have something for you to see, about Xu. Didn't you ask me to investigate this matter before?" "What is it?" Xu Shuo asked curiously. He was genuinely curious about what Xu might have left behind. Luo Kai reverted to his cryptic style, "Come and see." Xu Shuo hung up the phone directly. But it wasn't long before Luo Kai called again, "I'm downstairs from your company now, at the Black Star Cafe." ... Half an hour later, Xu Shuo appeared in the coffee shop that had intermittently received three visitors. Luo Kai tentatively took a sip of the coffee, then spat it out twice and took out his own fruit-flavored soda from his backpack to rinse his mouth. Xu Shuo sipped his coffee, his expression calm as he watched him, "What is it?" As Luo Kai drank his soda, he reached into his backpack, fumbled around, and then slapped an aged piece of rice paper on the table, his gaze signaling Xu Shuo to look for himself. Xu Shuo unfolded the rice paper, only to see a water-ink painting on it. The image was of a ship struggling in a storm, with dark clouds pressing down and torrential rain pouring. The ink strokes formed waves like the claws of demons, overwhelmingly crashing towards the tiny brigantine. The painter's skill was not refined, even amateurish, but there was a strange sense of despair and fear conveyed through the image. The ability to convey emotions through art sometimes garnered more respect than the most meticulously crafted skill. It was just that the emotions loaded into it were somewhat thrilling. Of course, the actual focus wasn't what the painting conveyed. There was a small passage of text at the bottom right corner of the paper: [I know that day's experience was like a nightmare, and after waking up, I can hardly remember anything inside. I don't even know who else was on the same ship with me, I don't even know if I truly experienced those disasters, I don't even know if I existed in this world at that time, but there's one sentence that I remember very clearly from beginning to end.] Next to the small text was a square seal. Most painters would leave their signature or some kind of emblem representing their identity on their work. But perhaps this painter had not achieved the level of having their own seal, so this red seal looked more like it was drawn by themselves. Instead of calligraphic signature characters, the seal was filled with dense and intermittent horizontal lines. Xu Shuo stared at this seal for a long time. Luo Kai stared at him, "Do you see it now?" Xu Shuo nodded, "Morse code, 'I think, therefore I am.' After saying this, as if feeling that such a philosophical statement was too strange to appear on a painting, he couldn't help but curl the corner of his mouth into a smile, his expression somewhat mocking. Excited, Luo Kai slammed the table, "Can you believe it was Xu who wrote this? She even knows Morse code! I was totally shocked when I found this!" Xu Shuo couldn't suppress his laughter, "Yeah, it's incredible." Suddenly suspicious, Luo Kai looked at him, "Why do I feel like you aren't particularly surprised? What are you laughing at?" Xu Shuo shook his head, "I just find it interesting." "How do you think she learned all this?" "Maybe there were Westerners in Yue State at that time." "Then do you know why I insisted on meeting you here?" "Hmm... to share the joy?" "Don't you remember, it was you who told me to investigate this matter? Or hinted that I might find something else," Luo Kai stared at him. "It's coming back to me now." Xu Shuo nodded earnestly. "Confess and be lenient! Resistance will be met with severity!" Luo Kai hit the table, "Are you hiding something else from me?!" Some of the people in the coffee shop who were there for leisure were drawn by the commotion and shot disapproving glances, causing Luo Kai to shrink back, embarrassedly retracting his hand from the table. He asked quietly, "Did you give Xu a hint?" Xu Shuo leaned in across the table and whispered as Luo Kai had done, "After all, this won't affect your script adaptation, will it?" The lowered voice carried a touch of eerie and hoarse darkness, sending shivers down the spine amidst the strange atmosphere. Luo Kai looked peculiar. Indeed, it wouldn't affect anything, not at all. It was just that the revelation of the truth was a bit hair-raising. It was as if a looming darkness with malevolent intent sent chills from the spine to the apex of the head, making his scalp tingle! So were they in the script, or had they returned to the beginning? ...