Deceitful Game

Chapter 89 Brute Force

Ai Shiping had already considered that the water here might not be normal or clean—he even anticipated the possibility that blood might flow out when he turned on the tap.

But he never expected it to be something like this!

He clutched his phone and fled quickly, the camera shaking violently. His original plan to "check where Mingpo went first, then go to the other side" was completely forgotten.

Run for your life first!

As for how much motion sickness the viewers in the live stream might experience right now, let's leave that aside for now.

On the other hand, Mingpo was not in a good mood.

His expression turned somber, and the azure glow flickered uncertainly.

Rationally speaking, he felt that Ai Shiping shouldn't have died so easily.

Because he didn't do anything "dangerous".

The game of deception is fair.

A game at the level of "Pseudo-Gold of the Sun" shouldn't have mechanisms that instantly kill someone without any warning. Its risk-reward ratio is disproportionate—every game should be crackable.

So Mingpo could roughly guess that they had probably been separated. Just like in the Haunted School, everyone had undergone the test of "escape alone." This game is more difficult than the Haunted School, and this part of the puzzle should be even more difficult.

Perhaps it's like the other world of Silent Hill.

It looks much like the surface world, but it has dangerous monsters and a more dangerous atmosphere.

Since everything is normal on Mingpo's side, it is very likely that Ai Shiping has been sent to the dangerous inner world.

So, it seems that the master probably didn't die either, and went to the other world through some means.

As long as I can find a way to enter the inner world, I can find that guy.

only----

"—I'm a little annoyed."

Mingbo pushed up his glasses, his voice low.

Ai Shiping was someone he brought to participate in the game, and he promised to protect him and help him complete the game.

Now Ai Shiping has been sent to dangerous places to adventure, while he is "exploring" alone in a safe place.

This sense of disparity made Mingpo feel somewhat embarrassed.

I promised to guide you, but how come you're the one guiding me?

Mingpo slowly walked out of the bathroom and began to seriously consider the game's requirement: "Complete the live stream." Therefore, his camera most likely couldn't be turned off. He had to keep recording—and from this perspective, perhaps Ai Shiping could see what was happening on his end. Or at least the viewers could see it—otherwise, his live stream would be meaningless.

The smartest and simplest way would be to have him follow you.

He would explore one room at a time, making sure it was safe before entering. This way, even if they encountered danger, he would know where to run or where there were details to explore. If he also entered the inner world, or if the other person miraculously escaped, they could reunite immediately.

Once Mingpo realized that, given that idiot's personality, he probably wouldn't obediently follow him.

He'll definitely want to do something to avoid causing trouble for himself.

Mingpo pondered this as she slowly walked towards the entrance of the hall.

There's a topographical map there—hopefully Ai Shiping remembers there's a map to look at.

If he doesn't remember—

Mingpo looked at the map and then pointed the camera at the map.

"Brothers, can you take a screenshot?"

He said in a low voice.

He held that pose for twenty seconds, and only after confirming that someone had taken a screenshot did he move the camera away.

This resort hotel has six floors, and there are four locations that need to be investigated.

The rooftop, the second-floor guest rooms, the first-floor restaurant, and a bathtub whose location is unknown.

Ai Shiping is very timid. He will most likely go to places he is "familiar" with. He has already explored most of the first floor, which is "relatively familiar" to him. He will probably instinctively explore the restaurant on the first floor.

In that case, I can go to the guest room on the second floor to check the situation.

However, before that—

Mingpo glanced at the map, then turned and left without hesitation.

His footsteps were slow, echoing in the empty corridor. The intervals between his steps were incredibly precise, like those of a machine.

Instead of going directly to the second floor, he went to the security office on the first floor.

The door was locked, and Mingpo didn't know how to unlock it.

But this didn't stump Mingpo.

Mingpo placed the camera on the ground, thoughtfully positioning the lens so that it couldn't capture her.

He then took two steps back, then suddenly stepped forward and kicked the door hard!

He kicked the door four times in a row, and the door creaked loudly. The door frame was visibly deformed, and splinters of wood fell down in a flurry.

Mingbo took two steps back again and took a deep breath.

With power flowing in, Mingpo pounced like a tiger, smashing the door open with a single shoulder thrust!

The lock was still securely in place, but a horizontal crack had appeared in the middle of the wooden door, causing the lock to come off—the door had been broken!

Mingbo pushed up his glasses and flicked the sawdust off his clothes.

He let out a soft breath, feeling much better.

I don't know if I need to find a key somewhere to get in here.

But these old wooden doors don't need keys at all.

Mingpo picked up the camera and went into the security room, opening each drawer.

As expected, there weren't any real weapons here.

There wasn't even a baton, let alone a pistol or a knife; the only things they had were a hammer and a screwdriver.

Almost everything had been cleared out, but they found a worn-out shoulder bag containing a flashlight and a lighter, which Mingpo hung on her body.

However, one of the table drawers could not be opened.

It was the only thing locked in the room, and it was the center drawer of the largest table in the room.

Mingpo pulled on it and found that it was as if it were fixed to space and could not be opened at all.

"Hey----"

Mingpo's lips curled up slightly, and she chuckled softly, "Truly, the original soup helps digest the original food."

"Don't look, okay, sweetie?"

Mingpo placed the camera on the next table, turned the lens to face the wall, and said in a low, gentle voice, "It'll be quite loud in a bit, so you can turn the volume down. If you don't want to, you can listen to it."

After he finished dealing with the camera, he lifted the table up in one swift motion.

--very good.

At least the table wasn't "fixed in the space, not moving at all."

Mingpo's confidence increased greatly.

Since the rules don't prohibit it, then it's permissible!

Mingpo threw the table with all his might, and it crashed into another table.

A deafening roar suddenly erupted from inside the room!

It crashed into another table, and both of them visibly developed some cracks.

But this is not enough.

Mingpo picked up the table again and threw it with all his might!

After two attempts, the cracks on the table became more noticeable. Most importantly, cracks appeared in the wooden board under the drawer.

Mingpo placed the table upside down on the ground and picked up the screwdriver and hammer from the security room—even though he himself had a screwdriver in his pocket.

But since he gave it to us, let's use what he gave us for now.

Rather, since he gave it to us, it means that this is the correct way to interpret it!

Then I'm not wrong!