Deceitful Game

Chapter 94 Buhou, My Livestream!

Chapter 94 Buhou, My Livestream!

Mingpo took a breath and slowly stood up.

"Wow, that's amazing!"

He murmured in amazement, "Such a thick layer of blood."

If he approaches when Mingpo is holding a camera in his left hand and a flashlight in his right, it will be difficult for Mingpo to deal with him.

Even though Mingpo had smashed half of his head and shattered all four of his limbs, the pale-skinned man could still move slightly.

He tried desperately to get up, but couldn't because all four of his limbs had been broken by Mingpo. He could only lie on the ground like a salted fish, constantly trying to leap into the water.

But clearly, he was no longer able to stop Minper's investigation.

Mingpo turned around, picked up the flashlight, and bent down to begin a careful inspection.

Aside from the wounds inflicted by Mingpo, the man had no other obvious injuries. It was difficult to tell how he died.

He was shirtless and wearing silk pajama bottoms. The pajama bottoms had pockets, but there was nothing inside.

—Is it in the mouth?

Mingpo pondered for a moment, then pried open his mouth.

Seeing that the man who had lost half his head was still trying to bite her, Mingpo pulled out a screwdriver and stabbed downwards with all her might!

With a soft "plop," a nail pierced the man's eye.

Mingpo held the flashlight in his mouth, pressed down hard on the bottom of the screwdriver with his left hand, and picked up the hammer with his right hand.

He tapped the man's teeth again and again.

Even after Mingpo carefully knocked out all the teeth, he still couldn't find any clues hidden in the mouth.

"----strangeness."

Mingbo pondered for a moment, then stood up.

He looked down at the man for a while, lost in thought: "Could it be hidden between the layers of skin?"

But he didn't have a knife, and it would take too much time to cut open the skin.

Perfect, let's try out the effect of the title.

A deep blue glow suddenly ignited in the depths of Mingpo's pupils.

In the dimly lit bathroom, his eyes shone as brightly as a wolf's!

The active effect of the [Detective] title is activated!

The next moment, the entire world in front of Mingpo turned black, all sounds were blocked, and the whole world became extremely quiet.

It's like a radar spreading out and scanning.

The wallpaper on the walls, the sink, the toilet, the floor—as the scan progressed, these things gradually became hidden.

First comes the color and pattern, then the material and the physical form.

In the end, all these things were reduced to white lines in Mingpo's eyes.

The whole world turned into pure black and white lines.

At this moment, something was marked: a "man" on the ground, radiating a red glow.

That should be a "danger" sign.

However, some clues, whose outlines were not concealed, emitted a white light.

Mingpo looked around with a flashlight in hand.

The most recent clue was a bath towel scattered on the floor.

He reached out and lifted the towel, discovering a black cell phone hidden underneath.

This is a typical PHS (Personal Handyphone System) phone.

As Mingpo's "radar" spread, the phone quickly lost its color and shape, leaving only a golden light.

Mingpo reached up and touched her forehead, turning off the active effect of the title.

—So this is the intensity of the "significantly burns stamina" active effect?

After only a short while, Mingpo already felt quite tired. He kicked open the security room door, smashed the table, and that was about how tired he was.

That feeling is probably similar to the fatigue you experience after doing a math test during evening self-study in your senior year of high school.

Even if it's opened two or three more times, it won't have a significant impact on Mingpo's reaction speed.

It's still acceptable.

His forehead was burning hot—it felt like he had a fever. When he touched his head, he could clearly feel that his hand was cold.

Is this... an overload?

After calming down for a few seconds, Mingpo tried to turn on her phone.

Surprisingly, it turned on amidst a burst of music. Holding her phone, Mingpo slowly walked out of the bathroom.

The phone only had 5% battery left, and a low battery warning appeared the moment it was turned on.

Mingpo knew in his heart that the remaining 5% of power might even be virtual power.

It's been so long since it's been turned on, it's hard to say how much longer it can last.

But it's not a big problem.

This kind of 2G-era stuff is difficult to even use for internet browsing. If there were any intelligence, it's highly unlikely it would be stored in a personal account.

Mingpo's fingers clicked rapidly, quickly scrolling to the newsletter.

He found what he was looking for in the drafts folder.

That was a will that had not yet been sent.

【I'm really finished, Jia Rui. I'm completely finished.】

It's all gone, all gone. Automatic liquidation, five million, all gone. And I still owe 50 in debt.

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Don't come looking for me anymore, I need to settle my debts. I left a house in my hometown, in your name. Don't hold a funeral for me, or you might get arrested. You and your mother should go back and live there; the house is worth 350,000 yuan. I also hid two gold watches at the very bottom of the wardrobe in the old house, under the wooden board.

That concludes any unsent messages.

After Mingpo finished reading, the phone automatically shut down. It didn't even give him a chance to look at any other information.

"----I see."

Mingpo looked at the man who was still wriggling on the ground.

This should be the man who jumped off a building in 2008 due to the economic crisis, as seen in the news.

He's probably trading stocks or futures, and likely with leverage.

Five million back then was a completely different concept from five million today.

To be able to make five million in 08, this guy must have some skill—not in ability, but in luck. After all, having made that much, he still dared to leverage and go all in; that's just too greedy.

This isn't investing; it's gambling. And the kind of gambling where people are blinded by greed.

If he had known about diversification, things might not have turned out this way.

Of course, if the assets are divided into ten parts, you might see that these ten parts lose money in ten completely different ways.

The 500,000 yuan he borrowed should be the capital for his "last dance".

—No, that's not right.

Mingpo frowned slightly.

He suddenly realized something was wrong.

-etc.

Oh no, my live stream!

This was the first time Mingpo had been somewhat frightened since entering the game.

After all, their exit point is "completing the live stream".

Nobody knows exactly how "completion" is calculated—if the live stream is banned, is it considered completed immediately, or is it only considered completed after the ban is lifted?

Mingpo didn't want to be left here for too long.

His heart tightened, and he looked nervously at the bathroom sink, then leaned his head closer to the camera.

He looked at what he could photograph and breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, from this angle, no one should be able to see what I'm doing with all that clanging and banging.

At most, all you'll see is yourself turning around and giving that guy a hammer blow.

It's not a big problem, it's not a big problem.

Just consider yourself an extra.

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