Deceitful Game

Chapter 66 "Television Set"

Chapter 66 "Television Set" (Third Update)

--Um?

Upon hearing this, Mingpo raised an eyebrow and became serious.

He immediately transferred another 50,000 yuan, then asked, "Who is it? Who sold me his information?"

The other party refused to accept it.

Dog Bro: I have enough money now. I get paid for each job I do. Dog Bro: I know you might need it. I've already prepared it. As he said this, the other party sent him another file instantly.

When Mingpo opened it this time, she found that she didn't recognize the person at all.

"Cao Yuan — 23 years old."

He muttered to himself, "A graduate student from Nanjing University of Posts and Telecommunications? Why would a student be investigating me?"

The Faceless God Studio is no longer in this timeline, and he doesn't even know his identity in this timeline. Even if someone is really angry and wants to kill the screenwriter, they shouldn't target him.

The other party's identity is questionable!

Mingper realized that this was very likely a deceitful agent from some organization.

Could it be the organization that the nameless person belongs to?

Just as she was about to deactivate the manifestation, Mingbo suddenly remembered something.

He asked, "Do you remember the Faceless God Studio?"

Dog Bro: ————What did you say?

It seems he didn't know either.

Mingpo sighed with some regret and replied, "It's nothing."

However, he did have some inspiration.

He continued, "If you have time, compile my information and send it to me. I want to see how far I can be investigated."

Dog Bro: Okay, this order is on you for free.

Dog Bro: But my advice is, you'd better not look up any random things yourself.

Dog Bro: The God of No Face Studio, right? — Let me check it out for you too.

"Thanks, Dog Bro."

Mingpo replied with a smile and then prepared to log out of the chat application.

But then he suddenly discovered that Ai Shiping had recommended a WeChat friend to him two days ago.

"Nyarlathotep————"

Mingbo frowned: "Nyaruko-san's profile picture? What kind of old anime is that?"

Only then did he remember—he had indeed asked Ai Shiping to recommend a friend to him.

The guy who wanted to take Ai Shiping to see the band's performance was also the one who indirectly caused him to be hit by the Void Truck.

Now that Mingpo roughly understands the mechanics of that void truck, he no longer has a strong urge to settle scores with the other party.

—Oh right, this seems to be Shi Yue's friend.

Suddenly, Mingpo remembered where she had seen this name before.

He gasped in astonishment: "Could it be such a coincidence?"

He clicked "add friend," but the other party hasn't responded yet.

Mingpo didn't have time to waste on this.

"The end of manifestation."

Mingpo read it in a low voice.

The space around him was ablaze with fire once more.

Even after the firelight spread, he was still in the colorful world. This was to be expected, since he was originally at Ai Shiping's anchor point.

Ai Shiping seems to have transformed into a charlatan.

But he is not at his own anchor point.

This suggests that he may have directly participated in the second game, or he may have already left.

Thinking of this, Mingpo felt a vague sense of unease again.

—Just as he forgot Wuming, will Ai Shiping also forget him?

That guy has an outgoing personality and doesn't lack friends.

But myself—

----never mind.

Mingpo shook her head, ending her wild thoughts.

—If Ai Shiping has truly forgotten me, then I'll just go stay with Gao Fan. Where I live doesn't matter—at most, I'll just come back occasionally to change my title.

Even when her only friend became a con artist, it did not shake Mingpo's determination—all con artists must die.

Only by killing everyone can everyone be saved.

The thought that Ai Shiping might have been dragged into this game of deception, and that others he knew might also be drawn in one after another—

Mingpo's murderous intent grew stronger.

Mingpo didn't want to waste time here.

He left a note for Ai Shiping, then pushed open the door and left his room.

He didn't even look at his new title—"Detective"—which was clearly not suitable for the current situation.

Although it's almost certain that Lin Ya probably didn't betray him—

But as Ai Shiping truly became a fraudster, the fact that someone still knew his real name actually made his situation even more dangerous.

Every time this happens, Mingpo regrets why she was so sharp-tongued.

He had to determine whether Lin Ya was trustworthy.

He was about to embark on a hunt.

Mingpo didn't even take out the tools from his pocket before heading straight for the door.

He took out a piece of Time Red Copper and inserted it into the third hole in the door.

With a thud, the sound of a coin hitting the ground rang out, and black and red rose patterns began to spread from the door.

Competitive game, confirmed.

Mingpo reached out and pulled open the door forcefully, preparing to enter the game area.

But just then...

A somewhat familiar voice suddenly came from behind Mingpo: "I don't think Number 8 can be a wolf."

Although it was somewhat somber, Mingpo could still tell that it was Lin Ya's voice!

Mingpo paused, then suddenly turned around.

But then he discovered that his television, which had been unresponsive no matter how much he tapped or operated it, suddenly displayed an image:

She was a beautiful young woman wearing a black face mask and a light beige fishtail skirt. Even though the mask covered most of her face, she still had exquisite makeup on.

However, just by looking into her eyes, Mingpo was certain that this was Lin Ya!

She was no longer wearing that nightgown—as if she had found other clothes from her anchor point.

In a sense, her thinking is correct.

Humans primarily acquire information about the outside world through vision, accounting for approximately 80%. It's fair to say that humans are truly visual animals; the so-called "judging by appearance" is a natural instinct. Conversely, suppressing this instinct requires extra effort.

In a game of deception, among equally unfamiliar deceivers, those who are good-looking, have outstanding temperament, and are clean, tidy, and odorless are naturally more likely to gain the trust and closeness of others. And if it is a situation where one must choose to sacrifice or exclude someone based on prejudice, without other information, the first one to die is very likely to be the "most annoying" one.

Not everyone has enough logical thinking ability; in the realm of wisdom, the number of charlatans is far less than one-fifth.

With Lin Ya's looks, temperament, and chatting skills, she definitely has a natural advantage in this regard.

—However, unfortunately, even so, she failed to advance. According to Mo, Lin Ya had entered the game several times—each time she survived, but each time she failed to receive the reward, and now it was almost her "last dance."

This shows that having an advantage is not enough to translate into a victory.

Soon, he saw Lin Ya's fate on the "television broadcast":

In this "Werewolf-style deception game" she participated in, she played the role of a villager with her eyes closed, yet she protected a real werewolf. In the end, the werewolf didn't kill her, but instead killed the god—thus she survived.

Immediately afterwards, the television screen suddenly changed.

Mingpo saw another person.

"Don't let go! Don't let go!"

That was on a high-rise building.

Between the two tall buildings lies a transparent walkway. Some of the blocks are empty—clearly, stepping on the wrong path would result in a fall.

Mingpo had seen similar games.

To be honest, he really wanted to play this.

A tall, thin young man wearing a green hoodie was crying and grabbing the middle-aged man's hand.

The young man looked to be in his early twenties, and his hoodie had a mobile game character on the back. He looked like he had just graduated, if not a college student.

The middle-aged man looked like a middle-aged office worker—balding, with a beer belly, wearing black-rimmed glasses, and a brown suit.

Others were wearing white shirts and short skirts, or large gold chains and sunglasses—their clothing styles seemed somewhat outdated.

Judging from the diverse styles of people's everyday attire, this seems to be a selection process.

Please, I beg you, save me!

The young man's body had already fallen to the ground.

But he was grabbed by the balding, beer-bellied middle-aged man and slowly dragged back.

The middle-aged man shouted, "Keep going! Push harder! Don't let go, push too! Push with your knees!"

In the end, he managed to pull the person who had fallen halfway back up.

The tall, thin man knelt on the ground, weeping, "Thank you, brother, thank you!"

"It's okay, it's okay—"

The middle-aged man was also clearly exhausted, patting the young man's back and panting heavily.

After that, they supported each other and walked together to the end.

Then, the television screen abruptly stopped.

Accompanied by hissing white noise, the TV screen returned to its static state with no signal.

"—So that's how you use a TV."

Mingpo's eyes widened as she realized something.

If it were someone else, they might not understand what this means.

But he knew that Lin Ya would definitely be involved in his next game.

Then the information implied by the TV is very clear—it is very likely the recording of the previous game of the player who is now in standby mode!

Unfortunately, it's unclear whether the protagonist in the second video is the middle-aged man or the young man—or perhaps both.

Is the next game a three-player or four-player game?

Mingpo glanced back at the television and then checked the countdown in blood on the wall:

127: 11: 03

—127:11:02

—127:11:01

After noting the time, Mingpo turned and entered the fog gate.

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