Deceitful Game

Chapter 61 [Nameless]

...Shall we go?

Mingbo fell into deep thought.

The main problem is that the location they gave us... is way too remote; it looks like a trap no matter how you look at it.

To explain how obscure this is to someone who doesn't understand the concept, you could say in one sentence...

The price of Mingpo's house is about 100,000 yuan per square meter; while Gao Fan's house is about 150,000 yuan per square meter.

Second-hand homes near Fengxian New Town Station can even be priced below 20,000 yuan per square meter.

—To today's adults, describing a house as beautiful or dreamy is often incomprehensible. But if you simply say that the house is worth thirty million, they will immediately exclaim, "Wow, that's a really nice house!"

Mingpo took the subway there, which took about one or two hours. In that time, if he had taken the high-speed train, he could have gotten all the way to Ningbo.

Moreover, Mingper had never been there.

He has absolutely no sense of direction and can't consult a map now.

If he were ambushed there, he would have almost no chance of escaping.

"...I still have to go."

Mingpo made up her mind: "Even if it's a trap, I have to go."

He needed to determine one thing: who was targeting him?

He had witnessed Ai Shiping being killed by a Void Truck, and at that moment he realized that someone was targeting him—but at that time, the only people who knew this name were probably Lawyer Chen and Lin Ya who were still alive.

This is why Mingpo previously attacked Attorney Chen.

Mingpo's current plan to arrest Lin Ya is also to determine whether she is innocent.

And now...

The "nameless" lady from the last game suddenly called him using some special means, claiming that someone wanted to harm him.

—Yes, make a phone call.

This kind of tactic is absolutely not included in Gao Fan's so-called common sense about deceiving people.

The world where the con artists live has no signal, rendering cell phone internet and communication functions completely useless. This is why the con artists must communicate near public transportation hubs such as subway or bus stations.

Although this method is very primitive, it must be done...

The con artists have no news, no newspapers, no internet, and not even a "village gossip network." If they don't actively gather intelligence themselves using their own legs, mouths, and ears, they can easily fall behind other teams by several months.

If we can communicate remotely using mobile phones, it means we can have a significant intelligence advantage over other teams!

The battle of the deceivers is an intelligence war.

Who commonly uses what titles, what strategies they tend to employ, what abilities they possess, what weaknesses those abilities have, and how to counter them… these are all invaluable pieces of information. If this information is transparent to everyone, the outcome of the battle is practically determined from the very beginning.

This illustrates one thing.

The team that Ms. "Nameless" belongs to, or rather the group she belongs to, is not a small group like Gao Fan's that sticks together for warmth, but a large alliance with a considerable degree of organization and professional intelligence sources!

When such a group clearly focuses on you, trying to escape is no longer meaningful.

You must take a direct and open approach to make contact and see how the other party treats you.

Moreover, there is another possibility...

That means the assassin of Ai Shiping might not have been Lin Ya and Chen Bingwen, but this unknown enemy.

But... why did that person kill the wrong person?

Mingpo thought for a moment and decided not to change her title.

Although the "detective" might seem more harmless, and its special abilities allow it to find more useful clues...

But that also means that I will lack direct combat capability.

The "Werewolf" title hasn't evolved yet; while it offers greater endurance, its combat power is significantly weaker than Frankenstein's. Furthermore, as the title of "Domain of Slaughter," it might make the user a target for further attacks. It also somewhat affects mental clarity, making it less convenient to communicate with strangers.

It's still uncertain whether a battle will occur this time...

The only pity is that Mingpo is not a fan of weaponry. He doesn't have any armor, longswords, pulley bows or anything like that at home, not even a dagger.

However, after searching around the house for a long time, Mingpo found some handy "tools" that could be used for self-defense.

An old-fashioned adjustable wrench.

It is about 30 centimeters long.

This wasn't something Mingpo bought, and he has absolutely no idea how to use it. But it looks like a hammer, and it's quite handy.

Mingpo weighed it in his hand with satisfaction, then tried swinging it, making a whooshing sound as it cut through the air.

"...No wonder, some games require you not to bring anything in."

Mingbo smiled and tucked it into her inner pocket.

It seems like it can really carry a lot of useful things!

This gave Mingpo a bit of an idea, so he stuffed two screwdrivers into the outside pocket of his trench coat.

Then, he left, completely satisfied.

She still wasn't wearing a mask... she just wrapped a scarf around her neck to cover the stitching and color difference, and also rather perfunctorily covered the lower half of her face.

Perhaps it was because it was close to noon.

When Mingpo took the subway this time, she finally saw the other charlatans at the subway station.

Those charlatans all wore masks, face coverings, or hoods. They were all completely covered up.

They huddled under the GG pillar in the subway station, whispering something to each other.

However, they did not interact with Mingpo; they merely glanced at him and passed by.

Moreover, they all stopped communicating warily when Mingpo approached them.

They didn't resume their whispering until Mingpo was quite far away.

Mingper noticed that their gazes towards him even contained a hint of fear—

Clearly, those who dare to show their "true colors" and walk the streets are not simple people.

More than an hour was just too boring.

When Mingpo finally arrived at his destination, he couldn't help but start yawning.

He lazily watched the sparse flow of black and white people exit through the subway doors. Only after most of the people had left did he tighten his scarf and slowly walk out.

He saw the girl standing not far from the doorway almost immediately.

Unlike other charlatans.

She didn't hide her face at all—

They were not wearing masks, face shields, sunglasses, or anything like that.

Instead, she wore red eye makeup and decorative cat ears on her head.

She looks like a cosplayer.

"Yo."

Mingpo walked over slowly and greeted her softly, "I'm here."

His voice sounded rather weak and even a little impatient.

If Mingpo was brought here by false information, or if it was some kind of prank... he wouldn't mind making the other party pay a price.

The other person seemed completely unsuspecting, casually turning around and asking, "Mr. Frankenstein?"

That was the familiar voice that came through the phone.

But when she could see the other person's face clearly, Mingpo paused for a moment.

He squinted, his left hand, which was in his pocket, instantly gripped the screwdriver, and then continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

"—You are not nameless."

Mingpo's right hand swiftly reached out and grabbed the other person's cheek, while her left hand, holding a screwdriver, instantly pointed at the girl's wide-open left eye.

"Who are you?"

Mingpo's still somewhat sleepy voice rang out.

The screwdriver in his left hand may seem like the real threat... therefore, people often don't realize that Mingpa's right hand is the deadly weapon.

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Frankenstein..."

"Nameless" simply smiled, showing no sign of tension.

Her body suddenly melted into a cloud of mist, escaping from Mingpo's grasp and drifting back two meters before reassembling.

At this moment, she had a completely different appearance.

—It was the same "nameless" person that Mingpo had seen in the game "The Mysterious School".

"For some people, appearance can be changed... right?"

She smiled and spoke meaningfully.

"snort."

Mingpo did not respond, but simply put the screwdriver back into his pocket.

He pulled his scarf tighter to cover the lower half of his face.

The other party's abilities proved that she was not a simple person either.

In this way, Mingpo had the patience to listen to what she had to say.

Let's talk about it...

How did she know someone wanted to harm him? How did she know his phone number? And how was she able to contact him?

"Where to?"

Mingpo said coldly, "You don't expect to stand here and chat with me, do you?"

"Anything is fine."

The girl grinned and leaned closer: "But..."

"We need to get out of here first."

She had barely finished speaking when she suddenly shoved Mingpo.

The next moment, a gunshot rang out!

Crimson flames shone from the gap between them.

If it weren't for Wuming giving Mingpo a push, it probably would have blown Mingpo's head off.

Mingpo was startled, her pupils widening instantly.

……gun?

Why are some people allowed to carry guns?!