0018 Chapter 1: Confessions of the Dead (Section 12)
Zhen Cheng felt a huge force knocking her whole body backward, and then her vision went dark.
When the colors of reality filled her vision again, she found that she was still lying prone on the ground, but her temples were aching.
This time there were no other players to disturb her, and even if the girl from a hundred years ago did not die after being suffocated by covering her mouth and nose with a wet rag, there was no reason that she would still have a chance to survive after being shot directly by a pistol.
The severe pain and terror of being shot in the forehead was still vividly imprinted on Zhen Cheng’s mind even though he had returned to reality. It was a kind of tremor that penetrated deep into the soul, a kind of indescribable feeling that had nothing to do with courage, tenacity, and strength.
Any way to resist genetic imprinting.
By digging into the hidden clues on the card, she finally saw the ending of the matter, but the content was far beyond her original expectations. She thought she could see the follow-up to the previous interruption by Ms. Navis, but overall
, the information obtained in this illusion is still in a good direction.
A definite death, the biggest card in the game, what could be more wonderful than that?
Thinking like this, Zhen Cheng vaguely realized that she seemed to have overlooked something, but her recollection was quickly interrupted by the sound of heavy footsteps climbing up the stairs.
"Miss Zhen! This is really an unexpected surprise. I am lucky enough to see your... look like this. Even if Mr. Hu loses the game, it will be worth the price, hahaha."
The frivolous laughter was mixed with a bit of surprise, a bit of schadenfreude, and a subtle hint of teasing. Then a flamboyant black-haired young man with an oriental face appeared, wearing a flirty pink shirt, with a hint of desire hanging on the corner of his mouth.
A smile that mocks everything.
Although Zhen Cheng was only sixteen years old, she had seen too many young men with similar faces in the upper class social circles, and she could see through Hu Fabao's mentality behind his strange attitude at a glance.
They have good family affairs and are proud of them. In this world where the underlying rules are written by extraordinary powers, where power and financial strength blatantly exceed the law, and there is no real fairness and justice, they can do it in a true sense most of the time.
Do whatever you want.
To such a group of gentlemen, pleasing women are more like works of art worthy of collection than independent and equal individuals. Their respect is just a game, their modesty is just a show off, and they can always stand higher in the food chain to get whatever they want.
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And when they meet a woman whose appearance, talent, talent, background, and everything else they are proud of is higher than themselves, all their pride will turn into some kind of inferiority at an incredible speed, and then they will feel the most inferiority complex in their hearts.
The desire to conquer begins to brew silently in the dark corners.
Apart from the Hanfu that she has been accustomed to since she was a child, Zhen Cheng does not like nor is good at dressing herself up. In the circle of global celebrities, she does not think she has any appearance advantages. Therefore, she saw this No. 4 [Detective] at a dinner party.
When she saw the player's uncomfortably familiar look, she immediately realized what the problem was.
"You seem to have... some special attachment to me?" Zhen Cheng said, pretending to get up from the ground naturally, and brushing off the dust on his Hanfu:
"Let me guess, because of our age and race, the two of us seem to be often compared in the criminal investigation circle. This incident aroused your competitiveness? That's why you care about me so much?
Is this because of age or gender?"
Rather than saving face, Zhen Cheng obviously wanted to conceal the means behind her actions that pointed directly to the core secrets of the game. So she pointedly asked this question that was enough to embarrass her opponent and shake his heart in order to distract him.
The confidence of playboys in social circles mostly comes from powerful backgrounds. Hu Fabao's family has a mine, literally. But this level of background is not even enough for him to understand the existence of the Zhen family, regardless of his personal ability.
Some advantages are natural.
Unexpectedly, this person is indeed extraordinary, and the source of his self-confidence is unshakable. Because his confidence does not come from a powerful background that has nothing to do with him, but from his outstanding mind that has become world-famous at a young age:
"Miss Zhen had a good plan to surround Wei and rescue Zhao Li, Dai Taotao. Hu really wanted to prove that his ability was higher than that of the lady he was often called, but he was not so angry that he would become so angry just because he was exposed, and ignore such an obvious situation in front of him.
detail.
Your prone posture is exactly the same as the one drawn on the card in your hand. If you guessed correctly, you must have deliberately looked at the shape it imitated, right?
This means that you have discovered that the ID card sent to us by the organizer contains important clues to unlocking the "historical truth" and are putting it into practice."
With that said, Hu Fabao turned over the card with [Four-Detective] on the front in his hand and showed it to Zhen Cheng. On the back of the card, a simple drawing outlines a detective wearing a deerstalker hat and a long plaid cloak.
He was carrying a suitcase, holding a cane under his arm, and stretching his other hand forward as if he was holding something to aim and shoot.
As for what is missing in Kong Zhan's hand, Zhen Cheng has already felt it with his own body in illusions or historical projections.
Concealing her unsightly expression, Zhen Cheng tried her best to squeeze out a trace of sarcasm on her face and curtsied slightly: "Congratulations on finding the key to breaking the situation. However, time is limited, so I won't disturb you in searching for your own clues.
Maybe you can try a similar pose like me. I have to admit, the pose on the [Detective] card is quite cool."
After saying that, she wanted to turn around and leave. Perhaps it was the effect of the illusion just now. At this moment, every cell in Zhen Cheng's body was warning her to escape from the threat in front of her. Whether it was a rational game level or a perceptual life level.
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However, at this moment, Hu Wabao suddenly stepped forward and assumed the same posture as on the card. The only difference was that he was holding a simulated toy pistol in his forward palm, which was reaching the target at this time.
On Zhen Cheng's forehead.
Staring closely at Zhen Cheng's face that suppressed his anger and tension, the frivolous smile on Hu Wabao's face became brighter: "Miss Zhen is more arrogant than the rumors say. Do you think that without your prompting, I will not be able to do this?"
Maybe you can see through the secrets on the cards on your own?
I found this suitcase in the foyer that was very similar to the one on the card, and found that my ID card could actually open it and get inside...the item used to kill you.
You see, if you want to prove yourself, isn’t the easiest way to defeat you in an upright competition?”
In an instant, the horror of having her brain torn apart by bullets in the fantasy came to mind in an absolutely unnatural way, as if to shake Zhen Cheng's psychology and control her to do something she had never thought of.
But it was this unnatural feeling of fear that should never belong to her that made Zhen Cheng's consciousness suddenly pull away. For a moment, it seemed to be stretched for eternity, and her thoughts were looked at with unusual alienation and indifference like a superior god.