When the 'Player Mutual Aid Association' was first established, its hope was to provide a place where orderly players who didn't want to join local or other major organizations could also enjoy the conveniences of "information exchange" and "item swapping" that large organizations bring.
This organization, much like its founder Radish, carried a simple, kind-hearted aura.
The organization's basic function was written right in its na—mutual aid.
If you wanted to join the 'Player Mutual Aid Association', all you needed to do was make a post on the forum or find a mber of the 'Player Mutual Aid Association', download and install an app... then you were considered a mber.
It didn't even require you to be its sole mber.
Joining the organization ca with no obligations, it rely hoped that all mbers would uphold the principle of "all for one, and one for all".
Sharing dungeon information, exchanging and handling unused items, and players hoping to form teams could communicate with each other.
If you wanted to take a step further and serve as "managent personnel" within, you could also directly apply to beco a "volunteer", assisting in managing the organization and holding regular activities like mutual aid Q&
A sessions, item appraisals, and ability training.
They even went so far as to provide consolation to the families of mbers who died in dungeons.
In the beginning, when the numbers were small, relying on the information shared by a few early mbers and the founder, along with actively contributing a large number of items to encourage others to do the sa, the 'Player Mutual Aid Association' was practically heaven.
It was more like a "forum" that didn't require points, was friendlier, and even had very active high-level players.
However, as ti passed and a large influx of players joined, the organization gradually began to stray from its path.
Many players who took advantage of others' kindness appeared on the platform... but back then, while the several founders of the 'Player Mutual Aid Association' were still around, everything was still under control.
But...
After that dungeon that nearly wiped out all the vital forces of the 'Player Mutual Aid Association' at the ti, Radish, who survived, had no choice but to change so strategies.
He raised the entry threshold for the 'Player Mutual Aid Association' and streamlined the number of volunteers.
He also cut the consolation paynts.
Simultaneously, it was no longer an organization that accepted overlapping mbership with other organizations, and many of its benefits were now only provided to already-joined mbers.
After these reforms, the organization did improve for a while, but soon... the relatively closed organizational structure caused the power of the "volunteers" to begin growing.
This led to the ergence of factions and hierarchies within, just like other organizations—sothing Radish originally did not want to see.
But he was powerless to stop it, and even he himself was gradually being sidelined by those new factions.
More and more people, swayed by interests, leaned towards those new factions. There were simply too many conveniences to be gained from attaining a leadership position in a large, well-known organization.
Radish was powerless to stop all this.
"I just didn't expect... that Cassia Seed had been by Old Mr. Radish's side all along," Lotus sighed. "He would actually do such a thing. I thought he was also soone who wouldn't be swayed by profit."
Lin Yu shook his head.
"First, don't overestimate human nature. The inevitable end of any 'public welfare' organization is corruption."
"Second, the reason your organization 'transford' so quickly isn't just internal corruption. You need to look for causes outside too."
Lin Yu said calmly. Lotus looked up.
"You an, other organizations?"
"'Order' and 'Night Watchn' might not need to, but what about other local organizations? And what about those three organizations that were delisted from the forum?"
Lin Yu said softly. Lotus's expression changed slightly.
"So... you an..."
"At the very least, Cassia Seed's death likely has the handiwork of the 'Psychological Society', or soone with similar hypnotic abilities," Fu Luo said calmly. "It wasn't a complete suicide in the true sense."
"Just like you falling asleep abnormally that day, he was induced by soone's suggestion—he wasn't even the one who killed Radish."
Lin Yu looked at the shocked and doubtful Lotus. "So... rather than wallowing in self-pity, I'd recomnd you choose 'hatred'."
"You didn't do anything wrong, and you still have unfinished business to settle."
Lotus's expression shifted again. After a long while, he nodded.
"I understand. Thank you."
"But, if the murderer isn't Cassia Seed... then who is it?"
"Who do I take revenge on?"
Just as Fu Luo was about to speak, Lin Yu raised his hand.
"We'll announce that later—this is the kind of mont best shared with everyone present."
Lotus nodded.
"I understand... I'll call everyone over."
This 'Enforcer' turned and hurried out.
Watching Lotus's receding figure, Fu Luo couldn't help but sigh with emotion. "You're actually pretty nice, huh? Caring about his ntal health, giving him guidance."
"If I didn't stabilize him, I was afraid he might lose control later," Lin Yu said nonchalantly. "Besides, his willingness to tell us about the organization's internal affairs was a huge help in itself."
Good Night, who had been standing by listening for a long ti, yawned.
"So, what's the truth of the matter, exactly?"
"Who committed these two murders... you and Li Hua have to give us a spoiler, right? So we know who to catch or who to watch later. At least give us a clue."
Lin Yu shrugged.
"It's not impossible..."
This ti, it was Fu Luo who interrupted Lin Yu.
"Of course we can't tell you directly, but we can give you a hint."
"Do you like reading detective novels?"
Good Night was surprised. "Not bad... I've only read a few famous ones. Then I read Keigo Higashino's new books every year. Why? What about it?"
"Damn, what a bandwagoner."
Fu Luo said subconsciously.
"Hey, you bastard, can't you speak properly!"
Good Night rolled up his sleeves. Fu Luo instantly backed down.
"Bro, my mouth moved faster than my brain, don't take it personally!"
He then quickly continued, "Anyway, regarding the situation of this case... forget Cassia Seed for now. The circumstances of Old Mr. Radish's case are actually very similar to a very famous detective novel."
"Created by my second favorite novelist, the Queen of Cri, Agatha Christie."
As Fu Luo spoke, Good Night was stunned.
"Agatha Christie... damn, *The Murder of Roger Ackroyd*?!"
"The murderer is the doctor's assistant who's been helping the detective solve the case all along?! Damn, that's impossible! 'May May' only arrived today!"
"It'd be more plausible if you said he killed Cassia Seed... after all, him suddenly going back to sleep was damn suspicious—and he just went to the bathroom too."
The more Good Night spoke, the more he felt sothing was off. He started sizing up Lin Yu up and down, his eyes filled with wariness.
A vein throbbed on Lin Yu's temple. Forgetting that Good Night was his superior, he cursed directly.
"Did your concussion not heal yet, Captain Good Night?"
"I went back to sleep precisely to keep my mind clear and avoid saying idiotic things like you—what Furbollo obviously ant was *Murder on the Orient Express*!"
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