Deceitful Game

Chapter 256 A Twist of Fate

In that instant, everyone's expression changed.

Some people covered their mouths with their hands, some froze on the spot with their pupils trembling violently, and some instantly looked around at everyone in their vicinity...

Before the man fell to the ground, Mingpo's figure suddenly flashed, appearing in front of him in an instant and grabbing him by the back. His figure left a trail of afterimages, and those around him were startled by his speed.

Although they already knew that Mingpo, as the head of the Execution Department, was a formidable fighter, they were now truly witnessing his combat prowess firsthand. If Mingpo attacked at this speed, they would have absolutely no chance of defending against him!

That's almost instantaneous teleportation speed.

Perhaps enough to dodge bullets!

At this incredible speed, he didn't even hit anyone else—at that speed, hitting him would be no different than hitting a dump truck. A person would be thrown flying, and might even suffer broken bones.

Despite the crowded conditions, Mingpo managed to avoid getting hurt by anyone.

This means that he even has the capacity to maintain subtle adjustments to his body at this speed!

This move directly shocked those with ulterior motives.

The panic that had just erupted with a scream of "Ah!" was instantly suppressed by an even stronger sense of fear and shock. Liao Tinglan didn't even have time to finish her cry before it was swallowed back down.

Mingbo's prosthetic left eye gleamed with a blue light as he scanned the corpse.

High-altitude life forms also have a very useful paradoxical technique in this regard.

Mingpo can know other people's basic physical data without having to pull out a data cable to connect to the other person's collar.

For most diseases and physical injuries, a simple scan of the person's appearance through their clothing with a prosthetic eye is enough to make a direct diagnosis. The accuracy exceeds 98%.

"It was poisoning; the direct cause of death was severe brain damage."

Mingpo glanced at the sample and replied seriously, "The type of toxin is unknown... but it's most likely a kind of rule-based, fictional toxin. He only had three seconds between the onset of symptoms and his death, and before that, he didn't experience any discomfort."

He looked up at the people around him and said calmly, "This means that if someone is poisoned by this, it is very likely that anyone will die." Upon hearing this, the people around him immediately stepped back.

Mingpo, however, did not flinch away in fear.

Instead, he gave a cold laugh and said leisurely, "Now you're afraid? Don't you think it's a little too late?"

Mo Qian then realized what was happening and sternly shouted, "Who was next to him just now? Step forward!"

But after he finished speaking, there was complete silence.

No one was willing to respond to him.

It was just like the silence in the classroom when the teacher asks, "Who would like to come up and explain this problem?"

For the first time, Mo Qian, who had been ignored, became truly enraged.

Realizing he was being ignored like a clown, his face turned bright red.

But Mingpo ignored him and simply rolled up the corpse's sleeves.

"The location of the poisoning is here."

Mingpo pointed to a small red dot on the edge of his left palm: "It's from being poisoned by a poisoned needle."

Upon hearing this, several people gathered around and took a closer look.

"I see………"

Chen Bingwen slowly began, "His hand was hanging naturally, with the edge of his palm facing outwards and backwards. Someone came over and gently pricked him with a poisoned needle... and then he died."

"So, the person who poisoned him was the one who was just standing behind him, right?!"

Mo Qian took over the conversation, stepping out like an angry lion and standing in the middle of the crowd, scanning his surroundings.

"You won't talk, huh? No problem, we'll get the information out of them one by one... No, then let's just search them!"

Upon hearing this, the atmosphere immediately became tense.

"it's useless."

Mingpo interrupted him again, gently lifting the body and setting it against the wall: "It can't be found. And the person carrying the weapon isn't necessarily a wolf... isn't that right?"

Mo Qian stared at him with wide eyes.

But he knew that Mingpo was the only one among them with the ability to perform autopsies, and also the highest-ranking person in the real world, and even the most capable fighter. Even if he had the guts, he wouldn't dare to go against Mingpo.

So he forced back his anger, lowered his voice humbly and respectfully, and asked Mingpo, "Why?"

"Clearly, the poison needle didn't work immediately. The wound has red spots and will obviously hurt. If the poison had taken effect immediately, he would have realized it right away and might have looked back. And the person holding the poison needle would have panicked when he saw the poison take effect immediately... after all, he himself might have been accidentally injured."

"But when he died, his expression was clearly confused. Everyone around him also looked normal, which means the poison was administered beforehand... and the person who administered the poison knew that its effects would be delayed."

Mingpo said leisurely, "From this perspective, the person standing behind him is less likely to be the murderer. Because the murderer can't be sure everyone is on the 'second floor.' If they're deliberately creating a diversion, someone like President Mo on the first floor might not have thought of this floor and directly arrest him."

It's said that it's hard to learn good things, but easy to learn bad things.

It seems that Mingpo has been influenced by Ai Shiping, and now she is starting to speak in a sarcastic tone.

Compared to directly calling someone an idiot, this way of speaking—smilingly calling someone an idiot and having them nod and say "you're right"—is very interesting to Mingpo!

So that's how people chatted in our past lives.