Deceitful Game

Chapter 189 Are you dating?

Chapter 189 Are you dating?

"it is good."

Nyarlathotep nodded slowly and said earnestly, "I've got it."

"thank you."

Mingbo breathed a sigh of relief and thanked him sincerely.

Just as Mingpo was about to ask something, he heard a sound coming from the elevator entrance.

Before anyone could be seen, Shen Yiqi's hearty laughter could already be heard from afar.

Mingper immediately stopped asking questions about her privacy, took a sip of her lemonade to cover it up, and looked up at the entrance.

Seemingly sensing Mingpo's gaze, Shen Yiqi, with a beaming smile, immediately looked over in that direction.

"Oh?"

Shen Yiqi noticed the girl sitting opposite Mingpo, and his eyes lit up.

He didn't ask questions like "Why did you bring other people with you when you met?" Instead, he smiled brightly, sat down next to Mingpo, and put his arm around his shoulder: "Your girlfriend? She's so beautiful?"

In that instant, Mingpo almost choked to death on a mouthful of water.

He looked up in astonishment, staring at Shen Yiqi with the eyes of someone looking at a monster.

—How could this person have come up with this idea?

Or is it that he can't sense the strange, inhuman feeling emanating from Nyarlathotep? Is he unaware of the pervasive sense of incongruity and danger surrounding him?

"Not yet?"

Shen Yiqi touched his chin with some regret: "To be honest, you two are quite a good match. Look at your clothes, they even look like couple outfits."

—It was only then that Mingper realized that Nyarlathotep had chosen a similar white trench coat as she had.

But because Nyarlathotep's aura was so overwhelming, Mingpa didn't pay any extra attention to her clothing.

When I realized that she had not only predicted the restaurant I would choose, but even the clothes I would wear—

Mingpo originally thought he would be "terrified" or "feel a chill down his spine".

In fact, he even felt as if he had gotten used to it.

I feel quite helpless.

You might feel shocked or scared once or twice—but if it happens every time, you'll only feel tired and a sense of "whatever" indifferent.

It's commonly known as being out of options.

"Oh, Mingpo, she—"

Shen Yiqi patted Mingpo on the shoulder and looked at Nyarlathotep.

He paused, and Mingpo had already understood what he meant.

"She is one of us."

Mingpo sighed wearily, adding in her mind:

—Probably. We're probably similar.

"Oh"

Shen Yiqi understood.

In other words, Mingpo meant that this beautiful lady was also a charlatan.

"Are you Mingpo's teammate?"

His attitude immediately became much more enthusiastic.

He stood up, extended his hand to Nyarlathotep, and shook hers: "That's a relationship where we'd die together, where we'd entrust our lives to each other! It's more like a closer bond than a romantic relationship! Hahahaha—"

Nyarlathotep also seemed to be in the mood for a game.

With a cheerful smile on her face, she gently grasped Shen Yiqi's hands.

"Yes, we're in a relationship where we'd give our lives for each other. And who knows, maybe I'll be his girlfriend?"

"Look, Mingpo!"

Shen Yiqi laughed heartily, "She's already hinted at something wrong, which is practically a yes! Aren't you going to take the initiative? You can't expect her to chase after you!"

"That's right, that's right."

Nyarlathotep chimed in, "I've seen him near death several times, and it was so cool!"

After Shen Yiqi appeared, her tone of voice changed. Before, she spoke as maturely as a witch, with an ethereal and distant tone, mixed with the riddler's voice, like a female prophet recounting the cruel fate of the future to a hero.

The impression they give is that of an "elder whose age is unknown".

Now, Nyarlathotep's voice seems to have become ten years younger—she seems to have truly become a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl, even her eyebrows and eyes have become more childlike.

"Why----"

Mingpo covered her forehead in despair and let out a deep sigh.

He didn't dare to look up at Nyarlathotep, and could only tug at Shen Yiqi's sleeve, lowering his voice to say, "Keep your voice down—"

Now Mingpo finally understands why she felt this guy looked a bit like Ai Shiping when they first met.

This level of diplomatic ability, bordering on social anxiety, is as dazzling as the sun.

It's not just about being extroverted. The most important thing is that passionate, sincere, and radiant heart—that's the most crucial part. Because it makes introverts feel uncomfortable saying no—yet they don't know how to respond.

This can make people who live in the shadows feel as desperate as a snake that has been dried out in the sun.

One difference is that Ai Shiping and Mingpo are closer, so when faced with this situation where the Samoyed starts wagging its tail uncontrollably like a wild dog, Mingpo can kick it hard to forcibly control the Samoyed. But Mingpo and Shen Yiqi aren't that close, so she's too embarrassed to kick him right now.

After all, it's not their own dog. This husky belongs to someone else; you have to consider the owner before you hit a dog.

Since they were so enthusiastic and sincere, Mingpo couldn't be too ungrateful.

As if he was satisfied, Shen Yiqi stopped making a fuss and sat down.

The waiter was very perceptive and brought over Shen Yiqi's plate, napkin, and cutlery at that moment.

Actually, quite a few dishes had already been ordered before Minpo arrived. But neither Nyarlathotep nor Minpo touched their knives and forks.

Shen Yiqi called over a waiter and ordered some more dishes before turning to Mingpo with a beaming smile: "I checked Dianping on my way here, and this place's chocolate lava cake looks pretty good! But that's dessert, so what are you having now?"

"The main course hasn't been served yet."

Nyarlathotep rested his hands on his chin, smiling broadly, and said, "I ordered king crab risotto, is that alright?"

"Anyway, I'm not allergic."

Shen Yiqi smiled, looked curiously at Mingpo, then glanced at Nyarlathotep opposite him: "When did you two meet? How long ago was it? He took that step—"

"We've known each other for a long time."

Nyarlathotep said with a look of reminiscence, "He met me when he first became the Deceiver."

"Are you his host?"

Shen Yiqi was somewhat surprised.

Upon hearing the word "deceitful one," he finally breathed a sigh of relief, confirming that Nyarlathotep was indeed the deceitful one.

“Yes,” Nyarlathotep said with a smile, “it used to be. But then—he broke the seal and released me.”

No wonder

Shen Yiqi nodded, looking enlightened.

No wonder they said, "We have a relationship where we could entrust our lives to each other," and "I've seen him on the verge of death several times." If they were a host, then it would make sense.

"As for when he became a conman—it was only recently."

Nyarlathotep grinned broadly: "All told, it hasn't even been a week yet!"

"You've managed to free up your host in just one week?"

Shen Yiqi's eyes widened, and he praised Ming Po without any hesitation, "You're really amazing!"

He laughed loudly and reached for the deep-sea scallop on the table.

He completely disregarded table manners, grabbing food with his hands like a savage. Yet, despite this, it didn't come across as vulgar; instead, it had a relaxing and natural feel to it.

Mingpo lowered her head, picked up a roll of salmon crispy rice sushi, put it in her mouth, and remained silent.

He was somewhat surprised to find that it seemed to work quite well to have Nyarlathotep deal with this guy.

After all, Mingpo and Shen Yiqi were somewhat incompatible—Mingpo had never been suited to be around this type of person; their overly dazzling brilliance only made him uncomfortable. It was difficult for Mingpo to bring himself to lie to someone like that.

But Nyarlathotep's ability to lie so easily was perfect for dealing with him.

and----

It might not even be a lie.

Mingpo thought to herself.

He has lost all memories of himself before using the Thin Burial. If his current self is considered the "third time loop," then his self before using the Thin Burial is the "zero time loop" of the prologue. Perhaps back then, the host really was Nyarlathotep.

While they chatted, Mingpo could also sneak in some information from the sidelines.

Just pretend you're not good with words.

Mingpo made up her mind to settle down and focus on cooking.

"Oh, right!"

Shen Yiqi looked at Nyarlathotep and warmly invited, "Would you like to join the Chinese Business Association too? Mingpo is one of us, you know?"

"OK."

Nyarlathotep said casually, "Then join us."

"----Um?"

Mingpo suddenly looked up: "What?"

"I'll join the Chinese Chamber of Commerce with you."

Nyarlathotep, chin in hand, smiled and said, "That sounds interesting, doesn't it?"

"Don't you have your own organization?" Mingpo asked rhetorically.

"My organization disbanded many years ago."

Nyarlathotep said meaningfully, "Now in my organization, it's just me and myself. When I'm not looking at you, I can only talk to myself—it's lonely, isn't it?"