Deceitful Game

Chapter 225 "That's instinct."

Chapter 225 "That's instinct."

Shen Yiqi remained silent for a long time before taking a deep breath.

His shoulders slowly relaxed, and he leaned slightly against the wall near the glass door.

He smiled calmly, and his voice softened: "You're right, Mingpo."

"—I underestimated you. Really. I actually thought this game could trap you."

Faced with a life-or-death crisis, Shen Yiqi actually took the initiative to withdraw from the pseudo-personality state that imitated the "Book of Sand".

"This game is nothing special."

Mingpo squinted, his tone flat: "Its optimization has many problems. Looking back, you'll find that its structure is too deliberate."

"The reason for all this is that this game needs to be fair." Because it is fair, there are branching paths to guide them, and all participants know at least two people; and because it is fair, the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation must be used, which is to rationalize the fact that you know the order of the Spider Spirit attacks.

"Otherwise, we can just use doors numbered 1 through 8 for these eight doors. There's no need to set up a system where only two people can open a one-way glass door; we can just assign each person to a different passage. Two people per door will only cause the battle to start and end too soon, reducing the variables—which is exactly the effect you need."

Mingpo looked at Shen Yiqi and asked, "I remember you should have just been promoted to Zhou Zhiqing recently. When did you get involved?"

"Ah, Lao Shen did just get involved."

The pirate, on the other hand, answered frankly, "I've been here for quite a while myself. Although this passage is perfect for hunting, I still occasionally encounter life-or-death situations. After I met Qingfeng, this situation has eased considerably."

"But actually, that child only participated in two games here; this is her third game. As for Old Shen—this is his first game."

"Oh?"

Mingpo laughed: "No wonder you didn't know the way either. So this part wasn't acting after all."

"Young Master, you don't know, but Lao Shen and I are the same host, although we are not from the same batch."

The pirate let out a hearty laugh: "I've known him for a long time, but we've hardly ever met in person. He only recently flew here, and I happen to need his help. So we decided to play some chips. I'll help him earn some extra money, and he'll give me some leverage!"

"Don't worry, he's definitely not here to kill you, young master. I can vouch for him, although a voucher like me probably won't do any good, hahaha!"

The pirate, lurking in the darkness and aiming at their heads, suddenly let out a hearty laugh remarkably similar to Shen Yiqi's.

Then think about their host, Greta—she also seems to have this "cheerful yet slightly eccentric" style.

It's fair to say that different hosts do have their own biases when selecting victims of wrongful death. Like the Republic, which always tries to protect its naive and gullible followers, always assigning them safe but boring games. The Mo, on the other hand, prefers to nurture and promote fair competition, always wanting them to fight each other in fair games.

His defining characteristic is that his games are "fair" contests that discard most abilities and privileges. He also opposes the charlatans drastically altering the lives of ordinary people, or bullying and controlling the weaker charlatans. At the same time, he always leaves the possibility of a comeback in every game.

Moreover, all his games have one thing in common: if everyone benefits from each other and trusts one another, the optimal solution can definitely be achieved.

Thinking about it this way—

— Could the title "Mo" come from the book "Mozi"?

"I have to say, you're really awesome, bro."

Alexander was very impressed with Mingper: "From what you're saying—when you fought that girl, you must have done it yourself, right? To be able to take down that girl single-handedly against three opponents is already quite remarkable. She's a very skilled swordsman! And you were able to see through this deadly trap personally set by Gretel. You know, our hunting plan even killed Moon Silver before!"

"The Chinese Business Association—are even the children of its top executives this level? Then I'm really starting to want to join! Hmm—"

Although I am neither Chinese nor a businessman.

For the first time, the pirate's previously insincere flattery became genuine.

"I've accepted your suggestions for improving the game."

Shen Yiqi said softly, "If I survive—I will adjust the rules of the game according to your suggestions."

He stood in the darkness, looking up at Mingpo with a faint, eerie gaze.

The light source here is really weak.

From Mingpo's perspective, all that could be seen was the black silhouette beside Shen Yiqi. He looked like a small, dark-skinned man, like a criminal suspect. His twisted left arm, wounded by a sniper bullet when he pushed Mingpo away, now resembled a bent black snake or the bare branch of a withered tree under the moonlight.

Only those deep blue pupils flickered with an uncertain light in the darkness.

This shows that he is thinking.

What is he thinking about?

"I have a question, Mingpo."

Shen Yiqi spoke up: "You told me before that you didn't want to use your abilities on your companions."

"Yes," Mingpo replied.

"You said—if I were the one calling for help, you would open the door too."

"Yes." Mingpo replied without the slightest hesitation.

"But you've already seen through me; I'm your enemy. I even once wanted to kill you."

"right."

Mingpo nodded calmly.

"—So, am I still your companion now?"

Shen Yiqi asked seriously.

He wasn't actually telling the truth before.

He pushed Mingpo away at a crucial moment, not because he thought Mingpo would have any value in the future.

Because Shen Yiqi already knew that Mingpo was about to die. And this was not a lie.

For Shen Yiqi's sense of justice and ideals, killing a terminally ill patient on the verge of death is a necessary price to pay. In fact, if there were sufficient benefits involved, he might even gladly accept it.

Of course, it wasn't because of what Alexander said—that Mingpo's father was Ming Jingxing, a high-ranking member of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce—that he dared not harm Mingpo. If everyone died here, no one would ever know how he died.

The inner workings of the Deceitful Game are an absolute secret, even "Heavenly Questions" cannot see them. That's why they are so unable to find out how Gao Song died.

This is why they dared to set up this scheme specifically to harm acquaintances.

As long as no one is left alive, and as long as their treasures are not taken out, no one will ever know that they were the ones who killed these people.

In fact, he himself didn't know why he suddenly pushed out like that.

That was entirely driven by the body itself.

That's instinct.

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