Deceitful Game

Chapter 97 The Modified Memories

Chapter 97 The Modified Memories

Ai Shiping looked at the thin, bespectacled man in front of him and tentatively asked, "Little...Little Li?"

He didn't know why he knew Xiao Li—but Ai Shiping felt that he was meant to know him.

"Yeah, boss. What's wrong? Are you still half asleep?"

Xiao Li looked over with some confusion: "Weren't I supposed to come here to set up the traps?"

Upon hearing this, Ai Shiping was immediately startled.

Shh! I'm here—

He was about to say, "I'm live streaming right now."

But when he picked up his phone, he realized that he wasn't actually live-streaming.

The phone remained locked. Upon unlocking with his fingerprint, the home screen appeared.

—What happened?

But for some reason, Ai Shiping always felt something was off.

It's as if I overlooked some detail.

"Boss, why are you carrying this thing with you?"

Xiao Li looked at the doll in Ai Shiping's arms and teased, "Where did you buy this?"

Where did you buy it?

Ai Shiping looked at the baby in his arms and hesitated.

—Where did I buy it again?

"I forgot."

He replied.

"Let me carry it for you."

As he spoke, Xiao Li took the hammer and the doll from Ai Shiping.

His tone was somewhat strange: "Why is there a hammer?"

Ai Shiping stammered and couldn't answer.

—Yeah, why is there a hammer?

Why are you holding a hammer, a doll, and a cell phone at the same time?

Ai Shiping felt that sense of unease growing stronger.

But it was as if he had a blackout; he couldn't remember anything that had just happened.

"Oh, right. I need to call Apert—"

Suddenly, Ai Shiping remembered—he and Mingpo had come together.

But now he was all alone, and he wondered if Mingpo was lost.

"~"

But just then, Xiao Li also took Ai Shiping's phone.

He smiled and said, "I'll contact him for you."

'

No, that won't do!

Ai Shiping suddenly felt a pang of anxiety and reached out to snatch the phone back.

"Why not?"

Xiao Li made no other move, but simply stood there and asked, "Why not?"

This question stumped Ai Shiping.

—Yes, yes.

Why not?

"It just won't work."

He was incredibly stubborn: "Don't mention that. I'm going to call Amber—"

"Who do you want to contact? Didn't you come alone?"

But Xiao Li simply asked a further question in return.

Ai Shiping's eyes became even more confused.

—Yes, I came alone.

Who should I contact?

"so----"

Xiao Li then reached out to take Ai Shiping's phone again.

But Ai Shiping's gaze suddenly turned fierce.

Without thinking, he reached out and pushed Xiao Li away.

"Alright!"

Ai Shiping shouted, "Am I the boss or are you the boss?!"

Li, who had been pushed, bumped into the wall and looked at Ai Shiping with some surprise.

"hehe----"

He gave a strange smile, pushed up his glasses, and muttered to himself, "Interesting."

What?

Just then, Ai Shiping suddenly felt dizzy.

He was still a few steps away from the second-floor entrance.

When Ai Shiping came to his senses, he was even a little unbalanced—after all, he had just been standing on flat ground, and now he was going upstairs.

When he regained consciousness, he was instinctively walking forward. He lost his balance instantly and almost fell and tumbled down the stairs.

He swayed on the steps before barely managing to regain his balance. The price he paid was a twisted left ankle.

But it's not a big problem.

At this moment, Ai Shiping realized that the doll and hammer in his arms had disappeared at some point!

At this moment, he was holding a phone in his left hand, while his right hand was empty.

The moment I realized the incongruity, all the memories from just now flooded back into my mind.

Ai Shiping couldn't help but feel a lingering fear.

If he hadn't just gotten his phone back, probably—

If even the streamer's phone is taken away, can the task of "completing the live stream" still continue?

—No, that's not right.

Ai Shiping realized something even more important—

If his phone, hammer, and doll were all taken away, would Mingpo think that the person in question was Ai Shiping?

The fear of having his memories wantonly erased and altered made his heart pound.

Nothing could terrify Ai Shiping more than the fear of losing himself.

This terrified him even more than ghosts and monsters.

Ai Shiping opened his mouth wide, gasping for air, his breath trembling. His usually playful face was now devoid of any smile, replaced by a grave expression and trembling eyes.

After a few seconds, Ai Shiping looked down at his phone.

I discovered I was still live-streaming.

But the comments weren't like before, all spamming "Go check it out!"; instead, they were quite normal.

Why did it suddenly stop moving?

[You're breathing so hard, could it be asthma?]

[I almost fell because I wasn't looking where I was going, it was so scary!]

"I----"

Ai Shiping was about to say something when he pursed his lips.

—Are the audience actually normal?

Was it just now that things were abnormal?

Or is it that they simply cannot detect that the audience is abnormal?

Regardless, he decided to keep his true thoughts to himself.

But when Ai Shiping looked up, he found that the door on the second floor was still shining!

The sound of the music box could still be heard from outside the door.

He vaguely heard it; it must be "Wedding in a Dream." Mingpo could play this piece—it's said to be not difficult.

Mingpo had explained some knowledge about this song to Ai Shiping before—such as the fifth cycle, G minor, etc.—could the deciphering be related to "5" and "G"?

Does he intend to walk in five-step increments? Or is the room to be spiraled in the order of G?

Ai Shiping pondered for a moment, then cautiously stepped forward again.

He pushed the door open again.

He was ready to see "Little Li" again—even though the hammer had been taken away, he still had his fists!

Ai Shiping was a grown man, over 1.8 meters tall. Although he didn't train as often as Mingpo and rarely went out, he could still outmaneuver someone who wasn't paying attention.

I should rush up and punch him in the face, and then I should be able to escape!

"Holy crap!"

Ai Shiping cursed under his breath, his body tense, ready to deliver a powerful punch!

The fact that his memory had just been altered made him genuinely angry.

But this time, the moment he pushed open the door, the light outside suddenly flashed.

It wasn't as bright outside as he had seen earlier.

There was only one flashlight, its beam pointing upwards outside the door. The light that shone through was the faint glimmer he had seen from the hallway. When Ai Shiping pushed open the door, he knocked over the flashlight, causing the beam to momentarily fall.

As the light poured down, Ai Shiping, whose nerves were on edge, caught a fleeting glimpse of a figure—no, it wasn't a "person."

Ai Shiping instantly broke out in a cold sweat—

That was a corpse.

A man was hanging by his neck at the door. The moment he pushed the door open, the faint light from a tilted flashlight swept over him.

Because he couldn't see clearly, Ai Shiping subconsciously turned on the flashlight of his phone as well.

The man stared wide-eyed at Ai Shiping, remaining motionless.

He has been dead for a long time.

It was none other than "Little Li" that Ai Shiping had just seen!