—Huh?
Hearing this, Ming Po raised an eyebrow, his expression turning serious.
He imdiately transferred another fifty thousand and asked, "Who is it? Sell his information."
But the other party outright rejected the transfer.
Dog Bro: The money from before was enough. One job, one paynt.
Dog Bro: I knew you might need it, so I already prepared it.
With that, the other party instantly sent a file over.
Ming Po opened it—only to find that he didn't recognize this person at all.
"Cao Yuan—23 years old."
He muttered under his breath, "A graduate student at Nanjing University of Posts and Telecommunications? Why would a student be investigating ?"
Currently, Faceless God Studio did not exist in this worldline, and he didn't even know what his own identity was in this tiline. Even if soone was furious enough to dox a scriptwriter, they shouldn't have traced it back to him.
There was a problem with the other party's identity!
Ming Po realized that this person was highly likely a Deceiver of the World from so organization.
Could it be the organization Naless belonged to?
Just as he was preparing to cancel his Manifestation, Ming Po suddenly rembered sothing.
He asked, "Do you still rember Faceless God Studio?"
Dog Bro: —What did you say?
It seed he didn't know either.
Ming Po sighed with so regret and replied with a simple "Never mind."
However, this did give him an idea.
He continued, "If you have ti, compile my intelligence and send it to . I want to see how much can be dug up on ."
Dog Bro: Fine, this one is on the house.
Dog Bro: But my advice is, it's best you don't go poking around investigating random things yourself.
Dog Bro: Faceless God Studio, right—I'll help you look into it as well.
"Thanks, Dog Bro," Ming Po replied with a smile, preparing to exit the chat app.
But right at that mont, he suddenly noticed—two days ago, Ai Shiping had recomnded a WeChat contact to him.
"Nyarlathotep—"
Ming Po frowned. "A Nyaruko avatar? From what year is this ancient otaku?"
It was only then that he rembered—he really had asked Ai Shiping to recomnd a friend to him back then.
It was the person who wanted to drag Ai Shiping to see a band performance, the sa guy who indirectly caused him to be sent flying by the Void Truck.
Now that Ming Po roughly knew the chanism of that Void Truck, he no longer had a strong urge to go settle scores with the other party.
—Oh right, this seems to be Ti Key's friend.
Suddenly, Ming Po recalled where he had seen this na before.
He clicked his tongue. "It couldn't be such a coincidence, could it?"
He sent a friend request, but the other party did not respond imdiately.
Ming Po didn't have ti to waste here either.
"End Manifestation," Ming Po muttered softly.
The space around him once again ignited with flas.
Only, after the firelight dispersed, he was still in the colored world. This was only natural, since he was currently staying within Ai Shiping's Anchor Point.
Ai Shiping seed to have already transford into a Deceiver of the World.
But he was not in his Anchor Point.
This indicated that he might have directly participated in a second Ga of Deception, or he might have simply gone out.
Thinking of this, Ming Po felt a faint, lingering anxiety—
—Just like how he had forgotten Naless, would Ai Shiping have forgotten him too?
That guy had a cheerful personality and definitely didn't lack friends.
But himself—
—Forget it.
Ming Po shook his head, putting an end to his wild thoughts.
—If Ai Shiping really forgot about him, then he would just go stay at Gao Fan's place. A place to stay was a place to stay—at most, he would just find ti to co back and switch Titles.
Even if his only friend had beco a Deceiver of the World, it didn't shake Ming Po's resolve—all Deceivers of the World must die.
Only by killing everyone could he save everyone—
Thinking that Ai Shiping might have been dragged into the Ga of Deception, and that other people he knew might also be successively dragged in—
The restless killing intent in Ming Po's heart grew ever stronger.
Ming Po didn't want to stay here and kill ti.
He left a note for Ai Shiping, then pushed open the door and left his room.
He didn't even check his new Title—the Detective Title was clearly unsuitable for the current situation.
Although he was basically certain that Lin Ya probably hadn't betrayed him—
With Ai Shiping actually becoming a Deceiver of the World, the fact that there were still people who knew Ai Shiping's real na paradoxically made his situation even more dangerous.
Whenever he thought of this, Ming Po regretted having a loose tongue back then.
He had to be certain—whether Lin Ya was trustworthy.
He was going to conduct a hunt.
Ming Po didn't even take out the tools from his pockets before walking straight toward the main door.
He fished out a piece of Hour's Red Copper and jamd it into the third slot on the door.
With a clink, the sound of the coin dropping echoed, and black-red rose patterns began to spread across the door.
Confrontation ga, confird.
Ming Po reached out and pulled the main door open with force, ready to step into the ga arena.
But right at this mont.
A sowhat familiar voice suddenly ca from behind him: "I don't think Number 8 can be a wolf."
—Even though it was slightly muffled, Ming Po could still distinguish that it was exactly Lin Ya's voice!
Ming Po paused his steps and abruptly turned his head.
Only to find that the television, which hadn't responded no matter how he smacked or fiddled with it, was suddenly displaying an image:
It was a beautiful young woman wearing a black mask and a milk-tea-colored, pure-style rmaid skirt. Even though the mask covered more than half of her face, she still wore exquisite makeup.
Yet, just by looking at her eyes, Ming Po was certain that this was Lin Ya!
She was no longer wearing those pajamas—it seed she had found other clothes from her Anchor Point.
In a certain sense, her line of thought was correct.
The primary way humans acquired external information was through vision, accounting for about eighty percent. It could be said that humans were genuinely visual animals. To judge a person by their appearance was a natural instinct. On the contrary, restraining this instinct required extra effort.
In a Ga of Deception, among equally unfamiliar Deceivers of the World, those who were good-looking, had an outstanding temperant, and were clean and odorless would naturally gain the trust and intimacy of others more easily. And if it was a situation where one had to be chosen as a sacrifice, or soone had to be eliminated based on prejudice, without any other information, the one most likely to die first was the 'most annoying' one.
Not everyone had sufficient logical thinking ability—Deceivers of the World from the Domain of Wisdom proportionally accounted for far less than a fifth.
And with Lin Ya's looks, temperant, and conversational skills, she definitely possessed an innate advantage in this aspect.
—However, it was a pity that even so, she had failed to advance successfully. According to Ink, Lin Ya had already entered several gas—she managed to co out alive every ti, but she never obtained any rewards, and now it was almost her 'last dance'.
This showed that rely having an advantage was not enough to convert it into victory.
And very soon, he saw Lin Ya's fate from the 'television broadcast':
In this 'Werewolf-style Ga of Deception' she participated in, as a villager with closed eyes, she actually vouched for a true wolf. In the end, the wolves didn't knife her, but instead won by slaughtering the gods—thus allowing her to survive.
Imdiately after, the television screen suddenly switched.
Ming Po saw another person.
"Don't let go! Don't let go!"
That was atop a high-rise building.
Between two skyscrapers, there was a transparent skybridge. So of the blocks within it were empty—obviously, stepping on the wrong path would result in a direct fall.
Ming Po had seen similar gas.
To be honest, he kind of wanted to play this one.
A skinny, tall young man wearing a green hoodie was crying bitterly as he gripped a middle-aged man's hand.
The young man looked to be in his early twenties at most, and the back of his hoodie featured a mobile ga character. He seed like soone who, even if not a college student, had just graduated recently.
anwhile, the middle-aged man looked like a middle-aged corporate slave—balding, with a beer belly, wearing black-frad glasses, and dressed in a brown suit.
Others were wearing white shirts and short skirts, or sporting thick gold chains and sunglasses—their clothing styles seed sowhat old-fashioned.
Judging from everyone's vastly different daily attires, this appeared to be a selection match.
"—I beg you, save !"
Half of that young man's body had already fallen off the edge.
But he was forcefully grabbed by that balding, beer-bellied middle-aged man, who slowly dragged him back.
The middle-aged man shouted loudly, "Co on, push! Don't let go! You have to push too, use your knees!"
Finally, he managed to forcefully drag the man who had fallen halfway down back up.
That skinny, tall man knelt on the ground weeping. "Thank you, big brother, thank you!"
"It's nothing, it's nothing—"
The middle-aged man was also evidently exhausted, patting the young man's back while panting heavily.
After that, they supported each other and walked to the finish line together.
Subsequently, the television broadcast abruptly stopped.
Accompanied by the crackling static of white noise, the television reverted back to a snow screen with no signal.
"—So this is how the television is used."
Ming Po's eyes widened as he realized sothing.
If it were anyone else, they might not have understood what this ant.
But he knew—his next ga definitely had Lin Ya participating.
Then the intelligence hinted at by this television was extrely clear—this was highly likely the recording of the previous match of 'players currently entering standby mode'!
Unfortunately, it was unknown whether the protagonist in the second recording was that middle-aged man or that young man—or perhaps it was both of them.
Was the next ga a three-player or four-player match?
Ming Po glanced back at the television, then checked the countdown written in blood on the wall again:
127:11:03
—127:11:02
—127:11:01
After morizing the ti, Ming Po turned around and stepped into the fog door.
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