Deceitful Game

Chapter 101 Taking Down Ai Dawo

"Are you sure this is okay?"

After hearing Mingpo's plan, Ai Shiping hesitated.

It wasn't that he didn't trust Mingpo —

The main problem is that this plan is a bit too outrageous.

In short, Mingpo followed him closely to ensure that Ai Shiping could always be seen on the camera.

Then Minper did nothing but act as a camera.

Yes, do nothing.

He couldn't speak, couldn't help carry things, open doors, or find his way, and certainly couldn't protect him. It was as if Ai Shiping was the only person there.

When Ai Shiping became truly convinced that "Mingper wouldn't do anything," he felt fear.

His fear will attract abnormality, and abnormality will breed fear.

The growing sense of fear might draw out the monster's true form. If such a monster and its true form truly exist, Mingpo could defeat it directly.

In this way, they no longer need to be afraid.

Conversely—

If, in the end, this monster doesn't even exist as a physical entity that needs to be defeated, then it means they don't need to fight at all.

Since ghosts can't kill you directly, what's there to be afraid of?

Regardless of which path is ultimately chosen, it signifies the end of the event and the dissipation of fear.

"Come on, brothers—"

Ai Shiping's voice trembled slightly: "Let's move on to the next room—"

He didn't look back once, constantly imagining in his mind that Mingpo hadn't followed him, or had accidentally lost him.

Walking ahead alone, Ai Shiping felt somewhat uneasy.

But having reunited with Mingpo, the fear in his heart had dissipated considerably.

Now, Ai Shiping constantly needs to give himself psychological cues to reinforce his fear.

For Ai Shiping, this was surprisingly not too difficult.

Because they hadn't gone very far, Ai Shiping felt a strong sense of worry—what if Mingpo really lost track of him?

But there's no going back.

If he turned around at this moment and saw Mingpo, the fear he had painstakingly built up would dissipate, so he absolutely could not turn around; but if he turned around at this moment and didn't see Mingpo—

Thinking this way, Ai Shiping's fear intensified.

"We still need to find two more rooms, but we don't know where they are."

Ai Shiping's tone became somewhat subdued, much more serious and routine, his previously unbridled energy diminished: "One is a room where a fire occurred, and the other is a room where someone committed suicide by cutting their wrists. After we've seen these two rooms, we'll prepare to leave—"

"—Master? Uh—no, it's alright. A master is a master after all; a master can go home by himself—"

Ai Shiping responded to the comments listlessly.

At that moment, the door to a room in front of him suddenly opened slowly.

Squeak—

The door, which hadn't been oiled in a long time, made a teeth-grinding sound.

This is undoubtedly an invitation.

Ai Shiping stopped in his tracks instantly.

He instinctively pricked up his ears, trying to hear the footsteps behind him.

After all, he stopped suddenly. Even if Mingpo reacted quickly and saw him stop and then stop again, there should have been disordered and asynchronous footsteps.

but----

Why didn't I hear anything?

Ai Shiping gasped.

His heart suddenly raced, and an inextinguishable fire of fear ignited within him.

He ultimately decided to cheat.

"I'm coming in!"

He walked to the door that was ajar and reached out to grasp the doorknob.

At that moment, he glanced back casually.

In that instant, the cold was bone-chilling.

Ai Shiping abruptly stopped his movement as he was about to push the door open and looked back the way he had come.

But I didn't see anything.

Mingbo — truly vanished.

Did he really not come along?

Or did Mingpo disappear in the blink of an eye, even though he was following behind?

Does that mean their fishing plan has failed?

What if the fish eat the bait and then get away?

—The main problem is, what about the bait?!

Ai Shiping suppressed the jumbled thoughts in his mind, swallowed hard, and pushed the door open.

Surprisingly, everything in the room was normal.

The bed showed no signs of wear, the towels were neatly rolled up, and the bathroom was spotless. Even with a thin layer of dust on the floor, nothing else seemed out of the ordinary.

It seems that this is not the room where the problem occurred.

"—Since everything's alright, then I'll—"

Ai Shiping chuckled and prepared to leave.

Squeak—

——Boom.

But just then, the door behind him closed by itself.

Ai Shiping shuddered suddenly, his pupils contracting sharply.

He quickly reached out, trying to pull the doorknob, making a loud clicking sound. But he found that the door seemed to be locked from the outside—no matter how hard he pressed, the handle wouldn't budge.

"this----"

Ai Shiping felt like he was about to break out in a sweat.

In that instant, he thought about many things.

He even wondered if the third Mingpu was also fake? Was his goal to trick him into entering this room?

Or rather, he really was Mingpo; he had just arrived at the door.

But the moment the door closed on its own, he lost all sight. Had he been transported to another dimension?

In that case, when Mingpo breaks down the door—he will find that we are not in the same space!

At that moment, Ai Shiping suddenly smelled a burning smell.

The next moment, thick smoke billowed in – "Cough, cough, cough—"

Caught off guard, Ai Shiping choked hard.

The speed at which the thick smoke appeared was completely unreasonable.

He had barely caught a whiff of something burning when it seemed as if the fire had just been started. Then, thick smoke, as if it had been burning for an hour, completely enveloped the world before him.

"This is fucking amazing!"

Ai Shiping was somewhat bewildered.

He knew that this must be the room where the fire occurred.

But the problem is—how should he get out?

The people who were burned to death here actually suffocated inside because the door couldn't be opened.

If the door can't be opened, what else can he do?

Open the window?

We should definitely open the window, otherwise everyone will choke to death. But opening the window will likely make the fire even more ferocious.

—Let's see if we can jump out the window.

No one should die from a fall from the second floor.

Ai Shiping gritted his teeth and rushed in despite the thick smoke.

He coughed incessantly, and his eyes were dry and sore from the smoke. The taps were obviously not to be turned on—otherwise, snakes might crawl out. So he couldn't wet a handkerchief to cover his face.

So Ai Shiping simply closed his eyes and, relying on his experience of having seen the entire room before, quickly reached for the window he remembered. But just then...

He felt a tightness in his arm and could no longer move.

As if someone had grabbed him, the moment Ai Shiping opened his eyes, he saw a charred corpse staring at him.

"Hehehe—hahahahaha—"

The charred, blackened corpse opened its mouth wide, revealing a terrifying smile.

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