novelTele Chapter 192 The Deal with the Demon
Chapter 192 The Deal with the Demon
Chapter 192 The Deal with the Demon
Despite the delicious meal, Shen Yiqi and his companion barely touched it, leaving it all untouched in Mingpo's stomach.
Although Mingpo's appetite is not as strong as that of ordinary people, and she experiences less pleasure from food, she can still taste good things.
The good news is that Shen Yiqi was still decent enough to invite his guests out this time, and he paid the bill for Mingpo's table in advance before they left.
The bad news is —
Mingpo calculated the time and felt that this meal would probably be her last meal before she was executed.
Whether it was a coincidence or not, Mingpo felt that ever since she became a Deceiver, she seemed to encounter some kind of accident every time she went out.
He either witnesses his only friend being in a car accident, or he breaks into someone's house and kills two people on the spot; he either encounters an assassination attempt while riding the subway, or he is torn to pieces by a bomb by 0.1 seconds; later, he is also drawn into a life-or-death game set up by a charlatan who is more sophisticated than himself.
This is even more unprecedented; I ran into Nyarlathotep, who was wearing matching outfits with me, just by going out for a meal.
To be honest, he really is a idiot.
Am I opening the door wrong?
In comparison, the time he went out, beat up Gao Fan, and then went back inside and killed the two of them was actually the most normal one.
This even sparked Mingpo's wild curiosity; she wondered what amazing things she would encounter the next time she went out.
But it's probably hopeless in this lifetime.
Let's wait for it to reopen.
Mingpo did not go directly back to Gao Fan's house—but went back to her own home first.
He wanted to confirm his "countdown".
The last time he saw the countdown, there were clearly 72 hours left.
After that, Mingpo went back in time, used up eight hours of his own time to skip his sleep, and even participated in a promotion ceremony—but this promotion ceremony lasted less than two hours at most.
Even if you add it all up, it can't possibly take more than a day.
But Nyarlathotep said that she had less than a day left.
This means that Mingpu had been missing for approximately thirty hours.
A single day is far too precious for Mingpo these days.
If we cannot determine what happened, it means that the same thing could happen again later.
Just like when you find a lot of water in the cabin for no apparent reason, it could mean that there is a leak somewhere.
If the problem isn't completely solved, and only the accumulated water is dried up, it wouldn't be surprising if the ship suddenly sank later.
"————That's really true."
When Mingpo got home, he found that his time had indeed been significantly reduced—23:53:00.
23: 52: 59
23: 52: 58
The blood-red countdown in the living room looked like words soaked in the humid weather, even the edges of which were blurred. Streams of melting blood flowed down from the blood-red words, the lowest one less than twenty centimeters from touching the ground.
In front of that blood-red countdown was a black-and-white portrait of Mingpo.
In front of the portrait is an incense burner.
There are seven incense sticks inserted in the incense burner.
The first two had burned out, and the third one burned out when it was only about an inch or two left.
This is actually what Mingpa saw the first time she returned to the base.
At the time, Mingpo hadn't yet figured out what this really meant.
He now understands what this is, but it's already too late.
"—Perhaps it's not too late."
Mingpo murmured softly.
"What do you mean it's not too late?"
A clear, childlike voice came from behind Mingpo: "Is it not too late to give up now?"
Mingpo slowly raised her head.
There was someone behind him, someone had appeared out of nowhere.
Before he could turn around, he felt his eyes being covered by a pair of icy little hands.
Guess who I am~
The girl whispered in his ear, word by word.
"It's you, isn't it, you demon?"
Mingpo didn't turn around, but answered calmly.
"~"
The girl drawled, somewhat surprised, "You actually guessed it! Have your memories returned?!"
Mingpo turned around and looked at the little girl.
She wore a blood-red dress, blood-red shoes, and a blood-red bow in her hair. In terms of color, she was somewhat like the nameless girl who liked to dress up as "Little Red Riding Hood." But in terms of temperament, she was more like Alice who had wandered down the rabbit hole.
It was as if she was the only one who was awake in this absurd world.
only----
That appearance—with its long, flowing black hair reaching its waist and its dim, yellowish eyes—made Mingpo think of another dangerous person.
"That look in your eyes—"
The little girl said with a smile, "You didn't see that guy, did you? But you're never afraid of me."
""
Damn, it looks even more like it when it smiles.
Mingpo cursed under his breath.
When this little girl smiles, she looks just like Nyarlathotep in his childhood.
—Could it be that he really is another incarnation of Nyarlathotep?
She left so decisively just now, could it be because she had already gone to Mingpo's house to wait for him to come back?
Are they waiting for me to run into a tree stump?
Once Mingpo realized that she was being watched by some terrifying being, she always felt like Nyarlathotep was everywhere around her. Even knowing that it might just be an illusion, her mind was still somewhat confused.
—Although the other party seemed genuinely friendly and sincere, Mingpo knew—
Nyarlathotep is absolutely not to be trusted.
If that guy is the "real deal," then there must be a conspiracy involved.
Just like the "last words" segment that Mingbo gave earlier—
It would be terrible if he left some important last words. Because if even one or two words are secretly altered during the transmission, or if the logic and order are slightly reversed, the meaning will be completely changed.
Therefore, Mingpo used a code.
Those were codes that only Mingpo could understand. Even if a few words were changed, Mingpo could still guess the real information; and if too many words were changed, Mingpo would immediately realize that the information he left behind had been tampered with.
Don't look at me like that.
The demon said with a smile, "Big brother, this is a deal you made yourself, okay? I'm exhausted from coming to your world. I wouldn't have done something so troublesome if it weren't for you."
"—My deal?"
Mingbo paused.
He remembered that he had used the power of the demon in his "previous life," which was his "second timeline."
In the wolf-sheep game at that time, Mingpo, who had not yet become the Deceitful One, had already obtained the power of the Wraith.
This means that as early as the first playthrough, right after activating "Simple Burial" and the remaining life force entered its countdown, he went to find the Wraith and reached some kind of cooperation.
This allowed Mingpo to gain power earlier at the start of the second playthrough.
But for some reason—in this timeline, I have no abilities at the start.
"What did I sell to you back then?"
"It seems that big brother doesn't intend to renege on his debt."
Upon hearing this, Wangliang laughed happily, his voice clear and childlike.
She looked into Mingpo's eyes and said, "You sold me your time."
Those dim yellow pupils made Mingpo feel a little scared—yet also strangely friendly.
"My time has decreased—is that the reason?" Mingpo immediately realized.
but----
Why?
Why did he make this deal? And why did the demon accept it?
Suddenly, Mingpo recalled that memory—
That was the hallucination he saw with the demons after he came out of the dungeon.
[If they had realized the truth in the prologue, they might have been able to stop me. I sincerely look forward to the birth of the "Hero."]
[Big brother—do you still enjoy causing trouble for your future self?]
—This is called adding variables, little monster.
"I still enjoy—making trouble for my future self."
""
Mingpo slowly said, "That's what you said back then."
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