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"You don't need to remind me. The moment that envoy stepped out of the company, I knew what he was up to. All my servants were watching him."

“His little magic trick did fool me, but it doesn’t matter. I’m very happy to see this situation.”

"Why do you think I let him go, and why did I specifically leave the stage of that film and television park empty?"

Sunday's smile was exceptionally gentle, but the words she spoke sent chills down everyone's spines.

"Because my target has always been you, Hound."

"The bigger the commotion he causes, the more opportunities I have to make you and your true master (the watchmaker) pay for your crimes in blood!"

The words fell.

All the comments on the screen stopped.

It took a while for him to recover.

……

My head is about to explode. Let me sort this out. Sand Gold fooled Sunday, but Sunday soon found out. However, he did not stop Sand Gold a second time. Instead, he let Sand Gold do it.

Judging from the conversation between Sand Gold and Huang Quan in the void, Sand Gold actually knew that Sunday knew about his plan... but he anticipated Sunday's prediction, so he went all in?

Huang Quan also knows what Sand Gold is going to do, and he may even know more.

So, the current plot development of Pinocchio seems to be a group of people playing werewolf with each other, but in reality, it is a group of smart people cooperating with each other in a tacit way to push the plot to the way it is now.

In other words, we're still completely in the dark...

Wait a minute, Sand Gold did this because of the truth about Pinocchio, and Sunday's goal was to expose the real culprit, who is... Gallagher? ???

:ah?

……

"Brain explosion" is an understatement to describe the feelings of the hundreds of millions of viewers on the platform at this moment.

This episode's plot is already exciting enough.

But they didn't expect there would be a twist.

This isn't just a simple game of Werewolf! It's a real mission within a mission!

No one is simple.

Everyone is intelligent.

Only the audience remained oblivious, completely unaware of the truth.

Chapter 222 Playing the Global Audience Dug! The Power of a Fictional Historian!

This game.

There is no winner or loser.

At least for now, the two most important people, Sunday and Sandy, have both gotten what they wanted.

Gallagher.

The audience was still in disbelief.

He was everyone's spiritual leader, the sole pillar of the Pinocchio Grand Stage. His image and voice are still displayed on the forum.

on the screen.

Facing accusations on Sunday.

Gallagher chuckled and retorted, "If I were the real culprit, why would you be so secretive?"

"Ha, I forgot, you also have a difficult master. They told you to ignore all that bullshit murder case and just focus on that comedy gala."

"Isn't that right? A gentle older brother?"

The last sentence.

It startled everyone.

They almost thought it was fireworks.

Fortunately, it was just Gallagher's rant.

Sunday's expression remained unchanged: "It seems your disguise has allowed you to fully understand every detail of the family."

"camouflage?"

"Which eye of yours saw that I'm a mannequin? Open your eyes and take a closer look, I have a halo."

Gallagher crossed his arms in rebuttal.

"Indeed, everything about you is real."

"Brown hair, soft and curly like Benny's; orange eyes that remind me of Sir Whittaker's gaze; strange scars, Woolsey's medals."

On Sunday, he calmly and deliberately stated the person's name and characteristics, word by word.

The camera followed his words.

It started swaying on Gallagher's body.

"And the gray vest, tie, hound badge, water bottle, beverage mixing skills, sheriff's identity, they are all real."

“From fifty-two loyal family members.”

"When they come together, countless tiny truths weave together a lie."

“You take a wisp of knowledge from each person, steal it for yourself, and fabricate a complete Galah in your dreams.”

Sunday paused here, then a smile played on her lips: "Am I right? Mysterious minions?"

The astute audience had already opened their eyes wide and were beginning to realize how terrible things were.

Then, I got goosebumps all over my body.

But many people still can't believe it.

Until a wild laugh rang out.

It's Gallagher.

"what……"

"Ha ha ha ha."

"Hahahahaha!!"

Gallagher's laughter is more villainous than the villain's.

……

Brother, stop laughing, it's scary!

Holy crap! What the hell? Gallagher is the real mastermind?

I don't believe it! I don't believe it! With so many viewers and fans around the world, not a single person doubted him! How could things suddenly turn out like this!

Holy crap, I'm totally snapping! Last week, when I was studying the plot day and night, I even used Gallagher's picture as my computer background! What the hell!

Brother, don't scare me. Tell me you're not the murderer. You're the sheriff of the hounds, not a fictional historian, okay? I'm scared.

Damn it, so we've been discussing the truth all along under the watchful eye of the real culprit?

The list of victims that Huang Quan and Lao Yang found in the mansion was actually for this purpose: the details in it formed the current Gallagher.

This isn't a murderer, this is a serial killer! This guy's identity is pieced together from fifty-two different victims!

Aaaaaah! Stop talking! I feel like I'm sleeping with a psychopathic killer every day, damn it!

……

The comments section exploded with activity.

After laughing heartily, Gallagher no longer hid his feelings and said, "You've got guts, impressive! Not bad, I underestimated you!"

This is tantamount to admitting one's true identity.

After laughing, Gallagher no longer hid and said, "You've got guts, impressive! I underestimated you."

"But even so, how can you prove that I killed your sister and that illegal immigrant?"

Gallagher finished speaking.

Sunday, however, didn't care about any of that: "Listen carefully, I don't care how you did it, I only care about one thing, the answer to one question..."

"You bastard! You damned stray dog! Why did you kill her?!"

This was the first breach of the defenses on Sunday.

He stared intently at Gallagher, wishing he could devour him alive.

But Gallagher just sighed.

I walked past Sunday.

"Ugh."

"Those involved are often blinded... People can't see the sand in their own eyes; they only know that the sand is there."

A tense whistle and synthesized sound rang out at that moment.

Gallagher strolled over and sat down on the sofa at the back.

Even though his identity had been exposed, he strolled around leisurely, showing no sign of nervousness.

"Want answers?"

"I can give it to you."

As he spoke, Gallagher took out a lighter.

He watched the flame on the lighter as he pointed it at Sunday.

"It's all because of that damned twist of fate."

After he finished speaking, the fire cap was put on.

The instant the flames disappeared, Sunday's shadow in front of him suddenly twisted into the shape of an unknown creature.

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