Deceitful Game

Chapter 246 The Wrongfully Dead

When she realized this, Mingpo felt a strange, inexplicable anger.

Even though he didn't know Gao Fan at all, the other party's "ignorance" made Mingpo feel extremely unhappy.

This clearly directed anger clashes sharply with the "command" from the depths of his mind that is injected into the Mingbo chip, causing his thoughts to constantly melt away.

It's like trying to memorize words but never being able to memorize a single one.

"……damn it."

Mingpo suddenly cursed aloud.

It's not about criticizing Gao Fan for ignoring "him" and reminiscing about the illusions of the past... nor is it even about Ai Shiping, who is self-absorbed and disappointed in himself.

He was criticizing "himself".

Curse that bastard who's dead but not quite dead yet.

That guy who uses the same face as him and goes around provoking random people.

But after Mingpo spoke, Gao Fan stopped rambling. He simply lowered his head quietly, while Ai Shiping raised his head and stared at Mingpo without moving.

Mingpo looked up at Gao Fan, then at Ai Shiping. He didn't say anything either.

This is Mingpo's childhood room; the lights are off inside.

Only a dim, yellowish light shone through the window.

The haze of "twilight" blocking their view meant they could only see this much light.

Looking closer, you can see that it's a fire burning across from the residential building, and someone is grilling something. It seems to be the same person they just chased away... He's moved to another spot and is continuing to grill.

Mingbo could tell what it was.

That was "real meat"... which they also called "despair meat".

Whether they are from Central or Nest City, consuming it signifies reaching the most desperate state, abandoning their identity as human beings. Even someone as violent as Ming Po has never touched such a thing.

However, I've heard that some people in the Central District of the Deep Space Sector actually enjoy tasting "Despair Meat"... but it's not the despair of the meat-eaters, but rather a desire to taste the despair of others.

It's said that you are what you eat, but I've never seen cannibals replenish much of their humanity.

No one spoke; a terrible silence continued to spread.

In the dim yellow light of the night, the shadows of the three of them were stretched long and overlapped.

Just like the opening of the old movie "Once Upon a Time in the West".

Three gunmen, hired by the villain, stood silently in the western wasteland, their shadows intertwined, waiting for a train that seemed destined never to come. And the protagonist of that movie was on that train… they were there to kill him.

The quiet atmosphere made Mingpo somewhat uncomfortable.

"You two..."

Mingpo paused, then finally broke the silence with a dry, scathing question: "Are you in cahoots now?"

"We used to be...and so did you."

"How...do you preserve your memories?"

"Relics of the gods".

Gao Fan calmly replied, "I am not a 'god.' This is the only way to transcend the constraints of time."

"That is a relic from the God of Balance. A miracle can be achieved by paying a certain price."

"...Why didn't you just use that ability on me directly?"

Mingpo finally couldn't help but ask, "Since you were able to awaken Ai Shiping's memories, you should be able to awaken mine too, right?"

Upon hearing this, Gao Fan and Ai Shiping both laughed.

The previously tense atmosphere softened.

"Naturally, it's because... you've been chosen by another god. I don't need to lift a finger; once you become the Deceitful One, you'll naturally remember everything," Gao Fan said with a smile. "Besides... my price isn't enough."

"I can only bring one ticket. After all, I only obtained the right to use it once; I don't actually possess that treasure." "...What exactly is the price?"

"If I came to this new world alone, I wouldn't have to pay any price. Because my separation from others has already come at a cost. But if I bring Ai Shiping with me, the cost is... I have to kill everyone else I know."

"Because I want to greedily possess the power to change the new world, I must give up the entire old world that I already own."

Gao Fan said softly, "The artifact of the God of Balance... is indeed very fair."

"Use it to kill, and you can save. The more important the person you want to save, the more 'weight' they are to you. "Killing a friend can also kill an enemy. The stronger the friend you kill, the more sincere the friendship, the stronger the power that erupts. "It's a machine for praying for miracles... a desperate wish machine."

Upon hearing this, Mingpo finally understood why Gao Fan always spoke with a calm yet unsettling tone.

This is different from Ai Shiping, who has clearly become more mature and stronger as a "veteran of three wars".

Although Gao Fan also came from "after the war in the future" or "another timeline in the past", he had a dangerous sense of calm on the verge of collapse.

The sense of danger that Mingpo sensed from him came from this subtle madness.

It's like rinsing water with cold water. Although it still looks clear... with just a little force, it will freeze instantly, spewing out countless icicles. "...Is there anything I can do?"

After a long silence, Mingpo said, half self-deprecatingly and half seriously, "Although what I can do... you can probably do too, right?" "Yes, of course."

Gao Fan smiled with satisfaction and nodded slightly: "I hope you can also become deceivers."

"Only a charlatan can possibly turn this around. As for the collar... I'll figure something out for you."

"I can promise you that even if you become charlatans, you won't be sent to mine. I will create a special executor squad that will only obey me... and transfer you all here."

Hearing this, Mingpo relaxed instead.

Just give him a clear task.

Even if it's killing the most difficult person or solving the most difficult task, it's all worthwhile.

He really didn't want to continue practicing standing meditation here.

That chilling silence and solemnity even sent shivers down Mingbo's spine.

The gravitational aura emanating from these two people made Mingpo feel that the gravitational environment here was about to become disordered.

"So how do we become charlatans?"

Mingpo asked.

"Ah," Gao Fan nodded, "that's simple."

As he spoke, he suddenly pulled a small knife from his pocket.

If the deceiver kills someone directly, they can't send that person into the game of deception—that's what Mingpo originally wanted to advise him.

But he soon realized... Gao Fan didn't intend to kill them.

Suddenly, Gao Fan swung his knife back and plunged it into his own chest.

.a..?

Mingpo was stunned.

Before Mingpo could say anything...

As Gao Fan slowly collapsed, a strange red light suddenly appeared in Ming Po's peripheral vision.

It's like the red glow you see when the sun sets.

With a flash of red light, four figures appeared around them.

Before she could even see their attire clearly... the next instant, Mingpo saw Ai Shiping's head suddenly explode.

Immediately following was Mingpo herself.

Mingpo had no idea how he died... If it weren't for Ai Shiping's death, he wouldn't even have realized he was dead. Because the person who killed them came from the future!

The stab Gao Fan made to himself wasn't enough to kill him, but it was enough to make Gao Fan unconscious and leave him with evidence.

For Gao Tian, ​​healing this kind of injury couldn't be simpler.

But the fact that Gao Fan got injured is unforgivable.

And if someone wants to change this fact, then naturally someone will go back to this moment in the past.

Although upon closer inspection, it seems Gao Fan committed suicide... but killing those two people is probably the right thing to do. If it is a mistake, they can always be resurrected later.

Thus, in this "killing without intent," Mingpo and Ai Shiping died silently and helplessly in the cracks of time.

Mingpo's consciousness remained frozen on the moment before his head was about to explode.

He even felt as if time had frozen.

In Mingpo's mind, that moment seemed to have passed infinitely.

And the next moment

Clang, clang, clang...

A strange collision sound came from beside my ear.

He then realized that the world before him had somehow become completely dark.

Mingpo slowly opened her eyes.

He was reclining on the soft sofa in a rather arrogant posture.

This looks like a millennial style decor... in the past, it would have been called European style.

There are all sorts of people in this room. Men and women, young and old.

Some people sat at tables, some sat on sofas, some stood by the wall... some even sat cross-legged on tables. But everyone wore a collar around their neck, the vast majority of which was dark green.

Everyone looked tired, but surprisingly few people spoke.

Fortunately, Ai Shiping was here too. He woke up around the same time as Mingpo.

He appeared in another corner of the room, seated in a wheelchair.

And in the very center of the room...

It was a strange black cat.

It wore a dark green Elizabethan collar around its neck, and three necklaces hung from it. Hanging from the necklaces were a scarlet eyeball, a thick-lipped mouth, and a strong, rough right hand.

"Now, the last person has woken up!"

An excited, frenzied voice... like that of an e-sports host, came from those thick lips.

"I know you're probably all familiar with this process. But I still have to say this!"

The black cat remained motionless, but the mouth hanging around its neck emitted hysterical, excited sounds:

"Welcome to the game of deception, you unjustly killed!"