Deceitful Game

Chapter 186 The Beauty of Demonic Charm

Chapter 186 The Beauty of Demonic Charm

When Mingpo pushed open the door on the fourth floor of No. 3 Bund, the environment immediately became quiet.

The waiter's footsteps were very light, without making a sound.

He recognized Mingpo and came straight over to ask, "Mr. Ming, do you have an appointment today?"

"I have friends."

Mingpo gave him a polite, slight nod, her voice gentle: "I'll go find him."

He was always polite and dignified towards outsiders.

"Okay, Mr. Ming."

The waiter bowed respectfully and replied softly.

Mingpo has a very good memory.

He still remembered the photo that "Nyarlathotep" had sent. From the scene in the photo, Mingpu could easily deduce where he was sitting—it required a little spatial imagination, which Mingpu happened to have plenty of.

Speaking of which—this technique was taught to him by Brother Dog.

At that time, Mingpo was learning from Dog Brother how to locate a person on the Internet.

Dog Brother then taught him how to look at photos.

A single photograph can reveal a wealth of personal information. The photograph's attributes reveal its location, time of capture, and the equipment used. Even without these details, Mingpo can mentally calculate the exact location of the photograph using classic coordinates—such as a mountain, a building, a star, or the angles of the sun and moon.

Although this technology has not yet been truly applied.

However, it has already been included in Mingpao's "knowledge base".

Before entering the Deceitful Game, Mingpo had already mastered various skills in this way.

Although he didn't have many close friends, he had many acquaintances. He would seek out experts in various fields and learn bits and pieces of miscellaneous knowledge under the guise of exchanging knowledge—accumulating knowledge little by little, he would appear to be an expert.

In this respect, he is somewhat similar to Ai Shiping.

But that guy was a polymath; his interests lay in studying all sorts of random things, while Mingpo was not. Even Mingpo's limited knowledge of legends and folklore was mostly learned from Ai Shiping.

As Mingpo grew up, he read far fewer of these miscellaneous books.

He reads novels, literature, or philosophy. His reading is either for leisure, for study, or for professional skills—unlike Ai Shiping, who collects all sorts of strange books from around the world and has enough to fill two bookshelves.

Because Mingpo had less free time, he became more pragmatic. After he became an adult, he preferred extreme sports and even reduced his gaming time significantly.

That's how adults are. We often feel anxious because we don't have enough time.

Learning a skill by reading a book is definitely not as fast as learning directly from an expert.

This is also why Mingpo rarely studies myths and legends—because if he encounters similar problems in his creative work, he can consult Ai Shiping.

Can you really call it trouble if you're bothering your own son?

He didn't even ask Ai Shiping for the rent!

Moreover, Ai Shiping would answer his questions earnestly, even eloquently—his vivid and detailed explanations, reminiscent of a history blogger. It was quite engaging and inspiring. This kind of "condensed knowledge" is much easier to extract than direct reading.

Mingbo's mind wandered, searching for a possible "Nyarlathotep".

But upon looking around, I couldn't see the boss I remembered at all.

There were no "smiling Black people" in the store at all, but there were a few white people. However, they were in groups, so they were probably tourists.

When she reached the window seat, Mingpo paused slightly, a look of amazement in her eyes.

With Mingpo's discerning eye and extensive experience, he has encountered countless beautiful women.

Even with Mingpo's discerning eye, he was subconsciously captivated by her—a girl with long, straight black hair?

When Mingper noticed her, he was captivated by her stunning charm.

Her long, black hair, reaching her waist, fell neatly down her back, the ends of which were clean and tidy, without a single stray hair or a mess.

The strange thing is that her hair was as silky smooth as the shampoo bottle on TV.

But Mingpu knew that those photos were edited with special effects; real hair could never be "without a single flaw."

Her wispy bangs slanted across her forehead, obscuring her eyebrows, and her eyes were light brown, resembling dark amber or beeswax.

She was wearing a knee-length white trench coat with the collar slightly open, revealing a white sweater underneath. Her calves were covered in thick black stockings that obscured her skin—yet her calves remained shockingly slender.

She wasn't using her phone, nor was she eating, and there was no one else around to chat with her.

Her slender, pure white hands, almost transparent, were interlaced and rested on her chin. She looked at Mingpo with a half-smile.

His entire being was sharply defined by black and white.

Under the warm lights of the restaurant, it looked as if it were glowing.

Aside from her amber pupils, which resembled colored contact lenses, her entire body was only two colors. This caused Mingpo's gaze to instinctively focus on her eyes.

She had an excellent demeanor, was calm and composed, and even looked like a kind elder. Even Mingpo subconsciously felt that she was an elder.

At the same time, she was quite short; one glance at her revealed that she was definitely less than 1.6 meters tall.

Her appearance is also quite youthful; if she can smile brightly, she might even seem only seventeen or eighteen years old.

That is precisely its captivating charm.

It's a beauty that no longer belongs to humans.

In this situation, not a single person in the entire restaurant noticed her. Not only did no one try to strike up a conversation with her, but not even a glance was cast at her. It was as if they couldn't see the girl at all.

Mingpo froze in his tracks.

His Adam's apple bobbed up and down, yet he felt a strange fear amidst that honey-sweet "absolute beauty."

When he was eighteen, he went to a tropical rainforest during his winter vacation. He got separated from his guide briefly, and when he turned around, he saw an adult cougar staring at him from a distance.

At that moment, Mingpo was truly terrified.

He stood motionless, his heart sinking into an icy abyss. A sense of overwhelming fear and panic coursed through him, yet his body remained remarkably calm and still. This disorientation gave him a feeling of dissociation—as if his soul had stepped out of his body, calmly surveying it.

The guide returned and drove the other party away with a gun.

And at this moment, he recalled that fear again.

Mingpo's feet seemed glued to the ground, her body motionless and unresponsive. While her mind felt a sense of panic, it was also frighteningly calm, as if two completely different versions of herself were pulling at her consciousness.

Mingbo asked slowly in a hoarse voice, "—Nyarlathotep?"

A slight smile played on her lips as she lowered her gaze, seemingly with some satisfaction.

When that amber gaze left her body, Mingpo felt the fear instantly lessen.

"Please sit down."

The girl, possessing a bewitching beauty, spoke softly.

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