Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 367 Dreams and Truth

"Phoenix, Hundred-Refined Steel..."

Lin Yu chewed over the two names and felt a little surprised.

"I thought that given Luobo's character, he wouldn't have any enemies."

Old Zheng let out a meaningless laugh.

"Hahahaha, you're totally wrong... The 'Death Game' doesn't mean everyone can just get along happily if you're nice to others."

Lin Yu touched his chin.

"It sounds like you know some secret."

The light in Lao Zheng's brain circuit flashed rapidly.

"It's not really a secret. To put it simply, in a massive survival dungeon with 25 players, Luobo was the sole survivor."

"Including the members of the Players' Mutual Aid Association who entered that dungeon with him, the remaining twenty-four people are all dead."

"Luo Bo himself also blamed himself very much, claiming that it was all his fault - although most people chose not to pursue responsibility, there are still some who cannot accept this fact."

"Two of Bai Liangang's closest friends and key members of the Shanhai Society perished inside, while Huang... lost his lover."

"Since then, Bai Lian Gang, as the administrator of 'Order', has rarely interacted with the 'Players' Mutual Aid Association', a positive organization."

"And Huang...she did try to attack Luobo directly, but she was unsuccessful."

Listening to Lao Zheng's words, Lin Yu nodded slightly.

He recalled how Uncle Carrot mentioned the past tense several times in [The Feast in Heaven]...and it seemed to match what Lao Zheng said.

If it really is a gap of this level, it is indeed enough to be a motive for murder.

Even though it’s been a year...

But hatred has always been the most difficult emotion to dissipate in the world. Even if you tell your heart countless times that you want to let go, it is like mold on spoiled food. Once you tear off the surface layer, it will be all over again in a few days.

To be fair, Lin Yu put himself in her shoes.

If there is a perfect opportunity to get rid of fluoxetine after a year, I will definitely do it.

of course……

This situation only exists in theory.

Because Lin Yu didn't plan to let Fluoxetine survive for more than a year - judging from his current level-up speed, as long as he reached the third level, he could try to do it.

"But it's still a bit strange. Hundred-Refined Steel is fine... but if Huang and Luobo have such a deep hatred, why would Luobo dare to come?"

Lin Yu had doubts again.

Old Zheng explained to Lin Yu: "Because the circle of high-end players... to put it bluntly, there are only a few people who can be counted on one hand."

"When I was at the third level, my score was less than three digits. Now... I guess it's just over a hundred."

"The more powerful and organized ones mostly have connections with each other. If you're worried about running into enemies, then there's no need to participate in any activities."

"Besides... the two people that Luobo brought with him, Lotus and Cassia, are here to prevent this kind of thing."

Old Zheng talked freely.

Lin Yu nodded: "It seems that we still need to pay special attention to these two people tomorrow."

Stiller, standing beside him, stroked his chin and said, "Based on the information we have so far, I think it's less likely that 'Phoenix' is the murderer."

Lin Yu yawned: "Why? Didn't this guy even make a move once?"

"But she failed," Stiller said calmly. "Her motive is secondary. She failed even when the victim likely wasn't particularly wary of her. As the 'organizer' this time, she's definitely being watched even more closely."

"It's extremely difficult to commit the perfect crime."

Listening to Stiller's analysis, Lin Yu nodded.

"It makes sense."

When Stiller heard Lin Yu's approval, he was about to analyze it a few more times, but suddenly stopped talking.

Because Lin Yu had fallen asleep.

……

pitch black.

Icy.

Lin Yu climbed up and found himself on a desolate and dark plain.

He was wrapped only in tattered white linen, and the biting cold was like fine needles piercing the weak parts of his skin.

My feet stepped on the rough ground, and the black gravel flowed backwards with the slight wind.

"Where is this? Isn't this another copy with its memory erased?"

Lin Yu shook his head and quickly ruled out this possibility.

"No...my memory is very coherent. I must have fallen asleep."

"So, this was a lucid dream?"

He looked around and soon found a light in the darkness.

The light like fireflies dances in the distance.

Lin Yu hesitated for a moment and chose to walk towards the direction of the fire.

He felt a clear pain in the soles of his feet, which hardly seemed like a dream.

Lin Yu grimaced in pain.

"Why can't you wake up?"

Lin Yu, who felt that this "dream" was unusual, did not retreat because of the pain. He endured the pain and slowly approached the light.

It was a lantern hanging at the door of the wooden house, swaying, dim and warm.

The door of the wooden house was half-open. Lin Yu stepped onto the steps of the wooden house and pushed open the somewhat shabby wooden door.

Behind the wooden door, Lin Yu saw a small house with simple furnishings.

Stuffed animal heads, fireplace, brass candlesticks, single bed, round table and two chairs.

Like some hunter's cabin in the mountains.

At this moment, a black-haired man wearing a ghost mask and wrapped in a cloak was sitting on one of the chairs, facing the door.

He was fiddling with a stack of purple and black cards in his hands.

The man looked up at Lin Yu and said in a low voice: "Welcome, guest."

Lin Yu looked at the ghost-faced man in front of him and narrowed his eyes.

"Player... Is this your [Item]? It has the ability to pull people into dreams. It's quite powerful."

His thoughts raced.

There were no external injuries to Radish's death; he died in his sleep.

And there is a power similar to a "curse" involved in his soul.

and so……

"Are you the murderer of Radish?"

As Lin Yu spoke, the other party chuckled.

"Don't be too rigid and focused on the case in front of you... I'm not the murderer."

"I can indeed weave and invade dreams, but I don't have the ability to cause people to die in dreams."

Hearing the other party's words, Lin Yu frowned.

The other party was wearing a ghost mask, and he had no idea whether what this mysterious guy said was true or false.

But before Lin Yu could continue to test the waters, the other party continued to speak.

"However, if you really care about the truth, I can tell you some hints - provided you play a game with me."

"Although I am not the murderer, I am the murderer's 'accomplice'."

The other party said this, showing the golden card in his hand.

"What do you think, guest?"

Lin Yu looked at this guy who was playing tricks on others and scanned the card in his hand.

There are only ten cards in total, so they shouldn't be playing cards.

"Okay, I accept."