Deceitful Game

Chapter 183 The Storm Is Brewing

Chapter 183 The Storm Is Brewing (Seeking monthly votes at the beginning of the month!)

Mingpo snapped out of her reverie and noticed Ai Shiping still fiddling with the knife. She raised an eyebrow. "Although you like it very much, unfortunately—I have to take it away when I manifest later. After all, it's a 'treasure,' and it has attributes."

"Microtechnology—right?"

Ai Shiping also noted down the brand name: "I'll see if I can buy one online—wait, Aper, since you're going to show off, why don't you order one for me while you're at it?"

Mingpo thought about it and thought it was a good idea.

The straight switchblade is quite portable and easier to handle than butterfly knives or folding knives, preventing beginners like Ai Shiping from injuring themselves.

Unlike before, Ai Shiping's current title leans towards close-quarters combat, so he definitely needs to prepare some weapons.

However, one knife is not enough.

Mingpo thought to herself.

Portable weapons—besides a switchblade, you could also buy him a set of brass knuckles and a baton. While these things might not look very cool, they're convenient and practical. In many situations, they're much better than knives.

Despite Ai Shiping's "divine speed," his seemingly indestructible fist was still quite intimidating.

Priority +2.

I'll teach Ai Shiping how to use it, so Mingpo won't have to worry too much when he's playing solo.

So Mingpo asked, "The address?"

"Let's choose this place."

Ai Shiping replied, "I don't think you can just open a palace like that on a whim. We'll probably have to stay here for a while. Besides, this is a high-end residential area, so it's safe to leave packages here."

"Well, kid," Mingpo pointed, "you really aren't planning on going home?"

"After all, there are computers here, and their performance is pretty good. I used one before and downloaded a lot of games, movies, and novels."

Ai Shiping said with some regret, "The only downside is that the Deceivers can't play online games. Actually, I think, since there are so many Deceivers, why can't we build some infrastructure in this spirit world? Like setting up a network cable, or at least a cell tower. Although I'm not in this field—but I feel it shouldn't be too difficult. After all, we have paradox technology."

"How would I know?"

Mingpo shrugged. "Maybe the 'ghost phone call' was accomplished using similar methods. Or maybe they were worried their efforts would be in vain."

"Sigh, even someone as addicted as me feels it's such a waste to use my years as a bargaining chip for playing games —"

Ai Shiping sighed, "If it weren't for privacy and cost considerations, I feel like the way you played with the knife before could have been made into a short video—it would probably go viral online."

"By the way, what's this Polaris you're talking about? Which game is it from?"

As Mingpo spoke, he suddenly recalled this word.

Although Mingpo didn't particularly like the games Ai Shiping played, he basically stood behind Ai Shiping and pointed at them while watching.

However, he really didn't remember this thing.

That's very likely—the change in the timeline caused it to appear.

"A very popular weapon in the Delta. Except for the sapphire on the hilt and the lack of bloodstains on the blade, it's exactly the same as yours."

Ai Shiping reluctantly returned the knife to Mingpo: "What a pity—I felt like a video of you would have gone viral."

—This is a game I've never heard of.

Mingbo felt a little disappointed again.

Without Faceless God Studio, this world would truly lack many games he was familiar with, and have gained some games he didn't recognize.

This reminded Mingpo once again that the Ai Shiping before him was not entirely the same person as the Ai Shiping in his memory. If the essence of humanity is memory and social cognition, then perhaps including Ai Shiping and his own parents—there is probably no one in this world who truly knows "Mingpo".

Thinking of this, Mingpo felt a little down again.

However, Mingpo also keenly realized that his current emotional fluctuations seemed to be greater than usual. This was perhaps a side effect of the title "Hell Transformation," and also the direct reason why Ai Shiping felt that he had a "superhuman sense of being alive."

—It's not necessarily a bad thing.

Thinking this, Mingpo sat down on the sofa.

"I'm leaving. If Xiaofan comes out, remember to remind him I won."

With that, Mingpo waved his hand without looking up, crushed the chips, and entered the manifestation time amidst the flames.

Mingbo reappeared in the real world in a physical form.

This place is very similar to Gao Fan's hideout, except that there's a thin layer of dust on the sofa. Mingpo reached out and pressed her hand on it, and could clearly see her own handprint.

Mingpo got up with some disgust, patted the sofa a few times, and then sat down again.

Although it's said that he's going "out for a trip" — in reality, Mingpo might not even need to leave the house.

He first contacted Dog Brother, asking him to help him purchase some weapons. This hacker had some connections and could buy contraband from him. Even if Dog Brother didn't have the goods, he could contact other dealers and act as a scalper.

Although the price is a bit high, Mingpu has never cared much about such things; convenience and security are more important to him.

Nothing is more trustworthy than a hacker who knows you inside and out—after all, Mingpo has no personal information to reveal in front of him. Just like rain won't wet the ocean.

Dog was probably still asleep and hadn't replied to the message. So Mingpo opened WeChat again.

After processing the messages that had accumulated over this period of time—

As expected, yet unexpectedly, Mingbo saw that the friend request from "Nyarlathotep" had been accepted.

Hello, you must be Mingpo?

Xiao Ai mentioned you to me; he said you're his best friend!

He hasn't been to a show in a while. Has he been very busy lately?

He hasn't replied to my messages in a long time. If you can get in touch with him, remember to tell him—the band he likes to watch has also run into trouble.

Four messages were scattered across the window.

But for some reason—

Mingpo frowned slightly as he read the message.

Looking at this message, Mingpo felt a strange sense of unease, but couldn't quite put her finger on what was wrong.

"The band Ai Shiping liked has also run into trouble—does that mean they've become charlatans?"

He remembered that recently, the charlatans in Shanghai had been frantically increasing their numbers. The group he encountered in the beginner game had almost all died recently—while his own death had been two months ago.

Mingpo exited the window, about to reply to other messages.

Suddenly, his pupils contracted!

He realized where the problem lay!

While "politeness" could explain why he didn't keep asking "Are you there?", "Are you okay?", or "Why aren't you replying to my messages?", why was this "Nyarlathotep" so indifferent to Mingpa's lack of response?

No, it's not a reaction.

He sent these four messages in quick succession!

In other words, he knew from the beginning that Mingpo wouldn't reply to his messages. Moreover, instead of asking Mingpo "what happened to Ai Shiping," he directly told him "the band he likes to watch also had an accident."

—What does "也" mean?

Previously, Mingpo's suspicion that this person was a fraud was only about 30%.

So now, it has already soared to 90%!

Mingpo frowned, lost in thought.

He subconsciously scrolled through his own chat window, but his fingers suddenly paused for a moment.

Mingpo saw that her boss's WeChat was still on his phone. Right next to it was another senior colleague's WeChat.

He wasn't very familiar with this senior colleague.

But as he said before, quite a few employees actually died in the Faceless God Studio.

If "The God of No Face Studio" is actually an organization of charlatans, then these people are very likely to have become charlatans belonging to the organization.

That being the case.

—What if "The God of No Face Studio" had never been established in the first place?

Does that mean that all those "deceased colleagues and predecessors" are still alive in this world and have not become charlatans?

They are probably still working in other industries and other companies. They may also still be charlatans.

It's all within the deceptive game.

If Mingper could find any one of them—

Does that mean we can understand the points of divergence in history?

And at this time.

Suddenly, the Nyarlathotep avatar that was pointing at him sent a message.

A message with no beginning or end.

"Would you like to meet and talk?"

Mingpo pursed her lips.

At the same time, a call came in from an unknown number—

Mingpo remained silent for a while before finally answering the phone.

The person on the phone also surprised Mingpo.

The person who called wasn't the boss.

"Long time no see, Mingpo!"

A cheerful, sun-like voice rang out: "Looks like you've successfully 'joined' the company? Where are you? I'll come find you!"

It is Shen Yiqi from the Chinese Chamber of Commerce.

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