Deceitful Game

Chapter 95 Mingpo: Are you never going to stop?

Chapter 95 Mingpo: Are you never going to stop?

Mingpo leaned closer and said casually, "It's nothing, guys."

"It was a brat who attacked me, but it's been dealt with."

"Can I exorcise ghosts? Yes, I can. The streamer can do everything—how come the fox doesn't know? Because the streamer is hiding something, you know?"

Mingpo picked up the camera and muttered to himself.

The camera avoided the blood on the ground, calmly circling around the man pinned to the floor, who was still muttering something and trying to growl.

It's a bit in the way.

Mingpo squinted and glanced back at him.

Or we could just smash his head open.

As if hearing Mingpo's thoughts, the pale man suddenly fell silent.

Mingpo stood quietly at the door, turning back to stare at the pale man for three seconds.

Seeing that he neither moved nor made any more noise, he left the bathroom satisfied.

"Look, guys. I found this."

Mingpo didn't mention the growl, but instead waved his phone in front of the camera: "This is an old thing. There might be some guys in the live stream who are even younger than it."

"Can you turn it on? I just tried to turn it on, but it ran out of power very quickly."

"A charger? A charger definitely won't work. This kind of phone needs a universal charger—have you ever seen a universal charger?"

You have to take the battery out and put it in that charger to charge it —

Mingpo couldn't see the comments at all; he just anticipated what they might ask and then muttered to himself.

He looked around and activated the title's active effect again.

Before his brain could cool down, it overloaded again, and the surrounding space turned back into a black background with white lines.

At that moment, Mingpo noticed that the wardrobe in the room was highlighted.

—Seriously, Mingpo is certain that he saw the wardrobe the first time he activated the title's effect. After all, the wardrobe was right across from the bathroom, and he could see it from inside.

It wasn't highlighted at the time.

Why is it highlighted now?

Mingpo's brain instantly came to a conclusion.

"—So that's how it is, it's about solving a mystery."

The suicide note mentioned the "wardrobe".

After reading the suicide note, Minper obtained even more information.

Then, more hints about "hidden items" will appear.

Mingpo walked over, opened the wardrobe, and looked straight down.

as predicted.

The compartment beneath the wardrobe still gleamed brightly.

He opened the wooden board and discovered that it was actually an old-fashioned safe.

"Brothers, look!"

Mingpo lowered her voice: "You know what? Many old-fashioned hotels had this. It's said that back in the day, you had to have this to pass the five-star rating. But modern people basically don't need it, so they've all hidden it away now."

He didn't know if it was true or not.

He learned this a long time ago from a conversation between his parents.

Back then, my parents would still be home occasionally, unlike now where they never come home at all.

Mingpo turned off the active effect of the title again.

This time, he felt a burden that was visible to the naked eye.

The fatigue is three or four times stronger than last time. If before it was like doing one set of test papers, now it's like doing four sets in a row.

Moreover, Mingpo felt her head was burning hot.

Although he hadn't looked in a mirror, he was certain he should be red-hot by now.

Mingpo could even feel her ears burning hot.

—It seems that opening twice in a short period of time is probably the limit.

At least wait until your brain cools down —

Mingpo felt a little disappointed.

This title is quite useful; it saves a lot of time and allows you to obtain a lot of information.

However, the limitations are still quite significant. If intelligence searching could be maintained continuously, the value of this title would be astonishingly high—it could even scan for hostile units, and meaningless sounds would be blocked.

Mingpo placed the camera on the top shelf of the wardrobe, pointing it towards his back.

He then bent down and took out the safe.

This is a small safe.

The space inside can only fit two hamburgers at most—not even a family bucket.

It doesn't look like it can hold much; Mingpo could even pick it up in his arms.

To put it bluntly, once a safe can be picked up by hand, its significance is actually greatly diminished.

Then it's not a safe, but a criminal's excitement box.

"The password—"

Mingpo chuckled softly, "I roughly know as well."

Since this thing is located in the "will", it is very likely that the password is also related to the will.

Although she only glanced at it for about four or five seconds, Mingpo had already memorized the entire contents of the suicide note.

He found it a little strange at the time.

The main problem is that the number is incorrect.

For a gambler worth five million, would he really only lend five hundred thousand?

Let's not even mention that 350,000 yuan house—shouldn't something like a gold watch have been disposed of first?

Moreover, there is another unusual aspect.

Why are the numbers after "five million" Arabic numerals, but "five million" is written in Chinese characters?

"500,000 — 10,000 — 2 yuan —"

Mingpo murmured softly, reaching out to turn the mechanical knob on the safe 50 degrees to the right, 35 degrees to the left, and 2 degrees to the right.

With a click, the safe opened.

But just before that.

In the bathroom that Mingpo was facing away from, the man had already stood up unsteadily.

A screwdriver was stuck in his eye, and most of his head was broken. He looked like a zombie from a zombie movie.

At that moment, only the dimly lit camera could see him approaching extremely slowly and silently through the faint light.

Meanwhile, Mingper was still focused on unlocking the safe and seemed completely unaware of what was happening.

When Mingpo opened the safe, breathed a sigh of relief, and stood up, the man was already standing behind him.

"Wait a minute, guys."

Mingpo smiled and moved closer to the camera, blocking the pale man who was only two steps away: "I have something to do, I'll be leaving for a bit."

As he spoke, he turned the camera ninety degrees so that it faced the wall inside the wardrobe.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of Mingpo gritting his teeth could be heard.

"Are you never going to stop?!"

Immediately following was the sound of a hammer and screwdriver hitting the ground.

A series of squelching sounds rang out. Then, a series of thumping sounds, like those from renovations, began to occur.

About ten minutes later, Mingpo reappeared on camera.

His upper body was stained red with blood.

But his face was clean, and his hair had been neatly styled again.

"Just went to the bathroom, guys."

His smile was gentle as he turned and scanned the room with the camera: "Look, there's nothing there. We didn't hear the door open, and we didn't see anyone leave, right?"

Only a bloodstained hammer and screwdriver lay quietly on the ground.

Next to them, white bath towels were casually covering the ground.

"Come on, brothers. The safe is open, let's see what's inside—"

As Mingpo spoke, he lowered the camera.