Deceitful Game

Chapter 106 Horror Livestream... Cleared?

Master Wang had already made all the preparations.

These two silly streamers who love to stir up trouble will be killed by the fears they imagine, and they'll broadcast it all live. In this way, the "horror legend of Water Mirror Resort" will be documented on video and become undeniable fact.

This is going to be a huge hit! It might even trend on social media!

Even if the news is censored, many people will still see it. That will attract even more people to come here to explore, chasing the trending topic…

Then they will die here.

More and more people will die; it will eventually become impossible to hide it.

Whether the resort was razed to the ground or a truly skilled master was brought in to resolve the situation... there will always be an explanation in the end. The earliest known incident occurred in 2008, when he was still in elementary school, so it definitely had nothing to do with him.

In this way, even suspicion against oneself can be eliminated.

All he needs to do is hide.

"I see."

Mingpo nodded: "You want to know who did all this, right?"

"……Um."

The young man sobbed, "I want to know...who killed my mother. I...I hate him, and I'm scared..."

Ai Shiping, who was standing nearby, also understood: "Because the Water Mirror Resort was quietly abandoned, and the 'demons' you discovered here have not been completely exorcised."

"...I was discovered last year."

The master honestly said, "I secretly wanted to come in and investigate, but I saw my mother—my mother, alive!"

"I was startled at the time. But after thinking it through, I gradually understood, and that didn't stop me."

"I had a feeling then that the person who controlled this place might not be here anymore. He might be dead, or he might have left. If someone else comes here to explore but doesn't believe in ghosts... they won't see anything."

"I'm... not so scared anymore. I'm waiting for an opportunity, until..."

"Until I came to you?"

Ai Shiping smiled, not angry at all: "You have a good eye."

The Water Mirror Resort should have entered a stable state.

At least when the master infiltrated to set up the "trap"—that is, to place those news briefings—he didn't encounter any problems. Yes, a trap.

Although any fear can be "embodied" by the wish machine, these cases are quite telling.

"The crying and coughing in the restaurant could be heard, and the man who jumped could be seen. The fear built up layer by layer... If you really believed there were ghosts here, you would have been burned alive in the room where the fire occurred."

"As for this place..."

Mingpo turned to look at the woman in the bathtub: "You probably never intended for us to come in the first place."

The first and second ones are for setting the atmosphere, creating ambiance.

The blood bathtub was merely an incident that was infiltrated to lure curious people into investigating.

The only real killer move is a fire incident.

If nothing unexpected happens, Xiao Li should have died in a room on the second floor.

Ai Shiping looked at Master Wang with an unfriendly gaze: "Was that 'Little Li' also played by you?"

The ghosts didn't hurt him; at worst, he could just treat it as a haunted house.

For Ai Shiping, as long as he was unharmed in the end, his motives could be forgiven.

However, Ai Shiping's memory was temporarily blocked.

This is what angered him the most.

"Yes, it was me who acted..."

Master Wang shrank back and whispered, "I never created any ghosts. Besides... I didn't kill that Little Li, he... scared himself to death..."

Upon hearing this, Mingpo scoffed.

The master was startled and immediately stopped arguing.

"Come on, let me ask you," Mingpo suddenly asked, "If you really found the mastermind, what would you do? Kill him?" "Ah, no, no, no, how could I... I'm a law-abiding citizen..."

"Obey the law?"

Mingpo laughed: "If you obeyed the law, would I be here?"

He walked out of the bathroom with a splash, went to the door, and stood in front of Master Wang.

Mingpo reached out and grabbed the master's chin with such force that it seemed she could crush bones: "For someone who has tasted blood to say such things... isn't that a bit hypocritical?"

"When you saw Xiao Li being burned to death in his hallucination, you felt incredibly happy, didn't you?"

"If you were really scared, you would have stopped us long ago."

Seeing the master's pupils tremble, Mingpo's deep voice sounded like a late-night broadcast: "What are you hiding for? What are you trembling for?"

"Your mother was trembling before she died. Little Li was probably trembling before he died too. After all, the water was so cold... and the fire was so hot..."

"I was wrong, I was wrong!"

The master let out a beast-like howl: "I was wrong, brother! I was wrong! I'll never do it again!"

"You killed Xiao Li, but you don't dare touch him? He killed your mother, don't you want to kill him?"

Mingpo squinted and whispered in his ear, "Then what's the point of you living?"

"Yes, yes, yes! I will! I will! I'll kill him! I'll definitely kill him!"

The master was drenched in sweat, his clothes soaked through his back, and his voice sounded more like a wail than a plea: "I swear! I swear, brother!" "Heh heh..."

Mingpo laughed out loud with delight.

He released the master's chin and patted his face: "That's a good boy."

Mingpo's slap was neither too hard nor too soft, making a loud slapping sound on the master's fat face.

The master didn't dare to move an inch, only instinctively closing his eyes just as the slap was about to hit his face.

Seeing his cowardly reaction, Mingpo felt somewhat bored.

The pleased smile on his face gradually faded, and he quietly watched the man who was both hateful and cowardly.

To be honest, Mingpo originally intended to kill him.

There wasn't any particular reason.

It's just because this stupid fat guy dares to sneer at me.

But now, Mingpo feels... it seems to have no meaning.

He had no awareness of the intent to kill, nor did he understand what taking someone else's life meant.

He was filled with fear and hatred, yet he dared not truly hate anyone.

They have clearly taken someone's life, yet they deceive themselves into believing that it was merely an accident.

For this kind of person, death is not a punishment. He is so terrified of death that he doesn't even know why he is afraid.

"Even hatred is so weak, even revenge is so hypocritical."

Mingpo stood up and said softly, "Do you really love your mother?"

Upon hearing this, Master Wang froze on the ground.

He instinctively glanced at the blood-stained bathtub in the bathroom.

In a daze, he fell into a hallucination.

In his eyes—he witnessed his mother walk into the bathtub in a daze and cut her wrists with a razor blade.

Her face showed struggle, but she couldn't do anything.

The master subconsciously straightened his upper body, as if he wanted to reach out and get up to save her.

But the moment he reached out his hand, he realized it was just an illusion, and even if he saved it, it would be meaningless.

So the hand could only remain frozen in mid-air.

"...I want to hate, but I dare not hate."

Mingpo slapped his hand, and his voice suddenly broke his illusion: "What a piece of trash."

"I……"

I'm not a waste.

The master wanted to make this judgment, but dared not disobey the words of Mingpo, this jinx.

He just glared angrily at Mingpo, his hands clenching into fists.

"That look in his eyes... it's starting to get interesting."

Mingpo raised an eyebrow, a slight smile playing on her lips: "I'll see next time I come..."

If you're still this useless, I'll take you down.

But before Mingpo could finish speaking, the whole world before his eyes suddenly melted like cream.

The world around him quickly faded and disappeared, leaving only him and Ai Shiping.

The game's evaluation formed a light curtain that flashed past him.

"...What are you doing, Mo?"

Mingpo frowned slightly, somewhat displeased, "I haven't finished speaking yet!"

Even though the other party was her own host, Mingpo showed no fear whatsoever.

Although the adventure worlds are constantly running, they have clear exit points.

Their exit point is "completing the live stream".

Although the game itself was mostly over, their live stream was clearly still going...

"Something's happened, kid."

Just then, the black cat jumped in front of him and said simply, "Be careful after you get out... Don't go back into 'Phantom Ghost' for now."

Just as Mingpo was about to ask a question, the light screen in front of him silenced him, and his expression turned serious.

A fatal error has occurred in the game.

The target, "Twilight Folk - Wraith," has escaped from the current world.

The live stream of the game "Terror Live" has been forcibly terminated.

[The game has entered the mid-game settlement phase...]

[Host: Mo (Heng-Baiyin)]

[Difficulty: 8 days]

[Phantom's deviation from the material world: 68%]

[Reward: Chips of Time - Pseudo-Gold of the Sun (8 pieces)]

[Under evaluation...]

[Based on the current highest level of privilege, the title is: Madman]

【Madman (Lu-Pseudo-Gold)】

[Wearing Effect: Immune to all fear effects; clears all mental abnormalities upon sleep, granting a permanent status: Mild Mental Abnormality] [Usage Effect: Temporarily restores sanity and grants a significant boost to all attributes for three minutes. The level of mental abnormality increases with each use.]

[Title Acquisition Condition: Trigger a fatal game error]

[Title Branch Advancement Requirements: Unknown]

Of all the attributes of God, the one I sympathize with most is that God cannot commit suicide.

The moment of waking up from a dazed and confused darkness.

Mingpo suddenly opened her eyes and rolled out of bed.

"...The demon has escaped?"

Mingpo murmured softly, "Where to escape to..."

"Here, big brother."

Before Mingpo could finish speaking, a clear and gentle voice rang out from beside him.

A little girl with long black hair stood in front of the bed, tilting her head and looking at him with great interest.

Her pupils were a pure, hazy yellow.

"Why aren't your eyes yellow?" she asked.