Deceitful Game

Chapter 124 Premonition and Stealth

"He can't escape, because I know he must be in Shanghai, so his anchor point must be one of them."

As he spoke, Gao Fan took a small knife from his pocket and handed it to Ming Po: "But don't rush that... Here, take this."

"This is·……"

Mingpo glanced at the markings on it and raised an eyebrow: "A micro-tech switchblade? This is a legitimate controlled knife." The dagger might be a bit too big for Gao Fan, but it was just right for Mingpo. It was exactly the size that he could fully grip in his palm.

It has a grayish-white color and looks like a square fountain pen.

Mingpo awkwardly twirled the knife, then gently pushed the side-mounted knife-opening button forward.

With an almost inaudible snap, the steel-colored dagger with a bloodletting groove and hollowed-out holes popped out instantly.

Just like the hidden blade used by assassins.

Its impact force is enough to pierce and penetrate the apple with the core in the instant it jumps out!

Mingpo examined the sharp, gleaming blade with great interest, gently scraping it against his neck, closing his eyes to feel its danger, sharpness, and chilling aura.

"That's interesting."

After confirming that the knife was capable of killing, Mingpo was quite satisfied and twirled the knife more skillfully before pushing the handle back and instantly retracting it.

"Lend it to me?"

Mingpo asked Gao Fan.

"This is for you."

Gao Fan said with some helplessness, "This is from my father's collection. It's one of the few weapons that can be used simultaneously in the material world, our black and white world, and the game. And even if it's lost or broken, you can ask me to reset it."

The material is excellent; it can be used directly as a fixed blade. If you don't mind the unlucky connotation, please accept it. This is a gift I prepared for you; I think you might like it.

"Besides, I noticed you haven't brought any weapons with you when you went out... If you don't have any, buying them on the black market is a waste of time, and they might not even be as good as mine. There's no need to buy them from outside; this one should be fine. I also have a few butterfly knives at home; do you want them?"

"I'm not very good at using that."

Mingpo shook her head, opening and closing the switchblade with great interest, like a child who had found a new toy: "This is quite good—thank you, Xiaofan. I really like this gift."

In his youth, he fantasized about being an assassin.

Clad in a white robe, he silently followed behind others, blending into the crowd. As they passed each other, a hidden sword shot out, claiming a life, before calmly departing—how cool!

"After all, you're the best fighter in our team."

Gao Fan smiled, then scratched his chin somewhat awkwardly: "Or rather... you're the only one among us with fighting ability. It would be a problem not to equip you. It's just that I don't have any more powerful weapons like pistols... you'll have to make do with this for now. After all, getting guns from China is too difficult. "How about we pool our resources and buy a fully automatic one directly from some foreign con artists? I remember there are a few countries where fully automatic weapons are legal."

"This one will do."

Mingper repeated, "To me, it might be more effective than a gun."

"As long as you like it."

Gao Fan nodded.

While playing with her new weapon, Mingpo looked up and casually asked, "You said you have four properties, right? Which one should we go to first?" "None of them."

As Gao Fan spoke, he somewhat embarrassedly stretched out his hand to Ming Po: "Do you have any change? Just give me about five hours."

"OK."

Mingpo readily agreed, then conjured six pieces of Time Red Copper from his hand and handed them to Gao Fan.

He was also a little curious about what Gao Fan was up to.

"Never seen it before, have you?"

Unexpectedly, Gao Fan just smiled proudly: "This is a technique I recently learned—called 'Predictive Stealth.' If we go directly to explore the target location, we're very likely to be discovered. After all, we're quite a big target. They might not know you, but they'll most likely know me."

"To avoid these spies, even 'going to scout ahead first and then using the chips to go back in time' won't work. The moment they notice us approaching, we're already exposed to their sights... That's too dangerous."

"so·……"

As Gao Fan spoke, he activated the chips in his hand and announced four precise locations in turn.

I will use public transportation to explore and investigate these places in turn, looking for traces of suspicious fraudsters. This is expected to take five hours.

As Gao Fan's voice fell, five of the six chips in his hand burst into flames, gleaming with a red glow.

The next moment, they instantly disintegrated.

The data, now a bright red stream, flowed directly into Gao Fan's brain.

Gao Fan suddenly covered his head, seemingly suffering from a headache.

It was as if, over the next five hours, Gao Fan had visited and investigated these four locations, recording everything he saw. But in reality, Gao Fan was merely acquiring "knowledge he hadn't yet obtained," and therefore hadn't actually interacted with anyone on any timeline. This memory flowed directly into Gao Fan's mind, like running a simulator.

Where is Gao Song?

Mingpo casually asked, "Which of the four outposts is real?"

When Gao Fan voiced his request, he knew that his wish could definitely be fulfilled.

I never expected that Gao Fan could come up with such an interesting and practical technique... It turns out that this is also part of "acquiring knowledge ahead of time", directly skipping the investigation and obtaining information.

But Gao Fan's expression turned serious: "None of them... are."

"...That would be strange."

Mingpo frowned deeply: "His anchor point... wouldn't be in Wenzhou, would it?"

"Probably not. I used to see him at work quite often. He showed signs of it quite frequently, and his reaction speed was very fast."

Gao Fan shook his head, clearly also somewhat puzzled: "Does he have other properties that I don't know about?"

"Wait, Xiaofan, I have an idea."

Suddenly, Mingpo spoke up: "Could it be... that his anchor point isn't at home, but rather at your company?"

Given Gao Song's deep obsession with the company, could he be a rare type of con artist whose "anchor point isn't his residence"? "...What?"

Gao Fan was stunned.

He blurted out, "But that wasn't his company before he became a conman!"

"Who knows?"

Mingbo shrugged. "You see, after he took over your company, he's been quiet and hasn't made any other moves. Maybe this is the company he really wanted. From that perspective, it really is a 'psychological anchor' that can comfort him and give him a sense of security... isn't it?" "...That's certainly possible."

Gao Fan pondered for a moment, then his expression turned serious: "Then I'll..."

He was about to say that he would use the chips to make another trip and investigate the intelligence.

But then Mingpo suddenly raised an eyebrow, revealing a hint of displeasure.

"What are you talking about?"

The next moment, a pleasant female voice rang out beside them: "If you're going on an adventure, can I come along?"

But they had only just come downstairs and hadn't even left the residential area!

Is this... someone blocking my doorway?

Gao Fan was about to turn around warily when he saw Ming Po's strange expression, which was slightly annoyed but not aggressive.

Given Mingpo's personality, he should have just pulled out his knife right now.

She was a girl just like "Little Red Riding Hood" from a fairy tale.

"I won't ask how you found me, Miss Wuming."

Mingpo crossed her arms, speaking with a somewhat indifferent but not hostile tone, "Let me make this clear—I don't live here. Your presence here is useless."

This is... Nameless?

Gao Fan remembered.

This is the girl that he and Mingpo met in the game!

How did she end up here?