I created the myth of the Great Old Ones.

"What did you see?"

The delivery driver was still stunned by the sight of the glass flower and didn't notice anything else.

"...You don't need to perform when there are only three of us."

"I can't help it," the French policewoman said helplessly.

"Performed? I didn't perform."

"That's how the mentally ill guy defended himself," the man explained.

"Aren't you mentally ill?"

"I'm not sick, I'm really not sick."

The mentally ill guy explained.

"Mental illnesses usually claim they are not sick."

"That's what the delivery guy said."

"So I'm actually sick?"

"I can't believe it," the mentally ill guy said, puzzled.

"Yes, you are indeed sick."

The French policewoman agreed.

Am I sick or not?

The mentally ill guy is a bit out of sorts.

People who claim they are not sick, even those with mental illnesses, all claim they are not sick.

To say you're sick is tantamount to admitting you're mentally ill, isn't it?

Am I sick or not?

He was momentarily confused.

Just then, a message popped up on the AR eye of the French policewoman who was observing the body.

You've discovered some clues; there's a peculiar scent on the corpse, and you've memorized it.

At the same time, the French policewoman also smelled a peculiar fragrance.

Chapter 440 A Deceptive Game: Who's the Traitor?

Qin Tiantian worked through the night, but couldn't keep going in the morning, so she chose to end the broadcast.

If you fall asleep during a live stream, your career as a virtual streamer will come to an end.

She didn't get out of bed until the afternoon, feeling trapped by the bed and not wanting to leave.

If bedding is a form of pollution, then humanity is probably beyond redemption.

While lazily watching the live stream on her phone, she noticed that almost all the players had already revealed their faces.

The mentally ill guy, the French policewoman, the delivery guy, and the high school detective are all in the same group.

Chefs, painters, and keyboard warriors are all in the same group.

The group consists of capitalist workers kicked out of factories, a prostitute in a red dance hall, slum thieves, and washed-up third-rate actors.

The group consists of a killer who grows many flowers and plants in the yard, a bounty hunter who has returned from outside, an underground doctor, and a ragtag group of people who are actually university professors but are eccentric Taoist priests in the script.

The four players have met, formed teams, and begun their investigation.

Given the nature of murder mystery games, they should each be in different camps and have different objectives.

In addition to their past experiences and interpersonal relationships, each person's profile in a murder mystery game usually includes a specific target.

If the script involves a mole, then the mole must hide themselves.

If it's a contest, then different people will have different factions to fight against.

There are also some emotional stories, funny stories, and cute pet stories, each with a different purpose.

Judging from the players' conversations, the mentally ill guy is genuinely investigating the case, specifically the death of Dr. House.

On the other hand, the cases involve the deaths of gang members.

The capitalists and workers represent the slums. They are not closely connected to the core of the case, but they all know Dr. House and are quite shocked to learn of his death.

The assassins are given the least attention, but their mission is quite unique: to assassinate the godfather, Corneón Catania.

The live stream was being broadcast over there at that moment.

"Why are others investigating cases, while we're accused of murder? Isn't that a bit odd?"

In real life, the assassin is a doctor who has saved many lives, but he never expected that the script would require him to kill someone.

As for the method of killing, the AR glasses provided a hint: as long as certain conditions are met, poisoning, shooting, or backstabbing are all acceptable; there's no need to actually kill anyone.

"Where is this godfather or something?"

The person playing the bounty hunter was a young woman who worked as a designer at an advertising company; she participated purely out of curiosity.

"Should we contact the gangs first, and then find a starting point?"

The underground doctor is actually a recent college graduate who loves to show off, especially in front of the advertising lady.

“I just inquired and it seems that the gang is having a banquet in a couple of nights, on the evening of the penultimate day. We can sneak in, disguise ourselves as waiters, and then take the opportunity to assassinate them.”

The university professor playing the Taoist priest was actually the most reliable one among these people.

"Good idea, then we should investigate beforehand?"

"I asked the bounty hunter."

"Wait a minute, there's a problem, uh, it's a bit too much. The other players all know us. If we pretend to be waiters, will it make them suspicious?"

The underground doctor cleared his throat and said.

"But they don't know what our purpose is either. Should we pretend to be investigating and deceive them?"

"That's what the killer said."

"really."

The underground doctor nodded.

Their mission, though seemingly unrelated to the main plot, was actually the simplest.

"I've been thinking, could we dress up as mascots or something and sneak in? I just saw a walking teddy bear on the street, it looked pretty cute."

"It's a bounty hunter!" the young lady suddenly said.

The three people looked at her.

"What are you saying...?"

Killer Bro thinks that young people these days are really too unrealistic.

“We can send one person to the kitchen, two waiters, and we can also pretend to be gangsters. I just heard the restaurant’s name from the people over there, so we can go and stake it out beforehand.”

"That's what the Taoist priest said."

The four of them discussed it and then went out onto the street.

They seemed to be in another area of ​​the town, and they couldn't see any other players.

Arriving at the back door of the restaurant, the underground doctor glanced at the bounty hunter.

"I'll go check on the situation."

As he spoke, he slipped into the restaurant's kitchen.

It felt like a real cooking session was underway; the aroma filled the air, making your mouth water.

The underground doctor did this not out of genuine curiosity.

He actually had another task.

He knew the deceased Dr. House and was his close friend, so the underground doctor wanted to avenge Dr. House. His goal was to find the killer and kill him.

His reason for sneaking into the restaurant alone was that the script mentioned Dr. House had visited the restaurant before his death, and he wanted to find some clues.

Sneaking into the kitchen, he noticed some activity in the cold storage area. He discovered that gangsters seemed to be moving something there. Avoiding the gangsters, the underground doctor arrived at the entrance of the cold storage.

Then he saw it: in the cold storage, there lay a body covered in blooming glass flowers.

Just as he was about to scream, his mouth was suddenly covered.

Looking back, I saw the Taoist priest.

“Young man, I know your mission isn’t to kill that godfather, but rather it’s related to the deceased.”

The Taoist priest smiled; he seemed to have gotten into character and was becoming somewhat neurotic.

"Don't talk nonsense. My mission has nothing to do with that Dr. House."

The underground doctor was getting a little anxious, and he tried to explain.

How do you know the dead person was Dr. House?

The Taoist priest's words left the underground doctor speechless.

"Don't worry, our goals don't conflict."

The Taoist priest reassured her.

"The deceased Dr. House had a book I wanted. I'll find an opportunity to investigate his clinic. We can work together."

Upon hearing the Taoist priest's words, the underground doctor nodded slightly.

Meanwhile, outside the restaurant, the bounty hunter and the assassin were also exchanging words.

"Actually, my goal was not to kill the Godfather, but someone close to him."

The bounty hunter girl said hesitantly.

"who is it?"

The assassin didn't care. He felt they were in the same boat now, and even if their goals were different, they wouldn't conflict.