Deceitful Game

Chapter 64 The Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood

Chapter 64 The Wolf and Little Red Riding Hood (Seeking first subscription)

Deceitful people are parasites on the world.

Upon hearing Mingpo's words, Wuming was speechless for a moment.

She seemed to want to say something, but after hesitating for a long time, she swallowed her words.

"Aren't you going a bit too far?"

She reached up and tugged at her little red hat, covering her eyes, and replied softly, "I'm just saying—you can join us. If you already have a new team, you can join us too. Our organization can accommodate many people—the more people, the more lively it will be."

Wuming made almost no attempt to conceal his identity or purpose.

Do you now have a new team?

Mingpo chuckled.

"I don't believe you don't understand this principle, Miss Little Red Riding Hood, who has no name."

Mingpo reached out and held onto the subway, looking down at her calmly and with a hint of sarcasm, and said, "Why don't you go back and take care of your grandmother? There's no room for fairy tales here."

The shadow cast by his body almost completely shrouded the nameless man in shadow.

Wuming tilted his head slightly in resistance. It was unclear whether he was resisting Mingpo's approach or what Mingpo was saying.

The black and white crowd kept passing by them, but no one noticed their presence.

Perhaps trying to distract herself, Wuming's pupils unconsciously followed the black and white shadows, but Mingpo remained unmoved, staring at her without moving.

Like a wolf that has found its prey, its gaze is chilling.

"————It's not that they are incompatible."

After a long silence, Wuming raised his head.

She gazed intently at Mingpo and said earnestly, "Becoming the sole winner in the game of deception does not conflict with protecting the existence of others and fulfilling their wishes."

"Isn't this how we all gather together? It's not about abandoning friends or betraying partners, but about carrying their wishes. If someone falls, then others must carry on their wishes and walk in their path."

"For months, years, decades—for such a long time, the deceiver can only come into contact with other deceivers. Even if they waste their resources to bask in the sunlight, they can only briefly appear in the material world—that is nothing but an illusion of existence. In this situation, only each other can be trustworthy partners."

"If even under these circumstances, we cannot trust other charlatans, then that is—truly pathetic."

When Wuming said this, the frivolity and mockery she had shown when she first met Mingpo were gone from her face.

Her eyes were faintly glistening with tears, as if she were pleading for something.

Anyone who witnessed this scene would likely have a soft spot.

But Mingpo didn't believe her. He was as hard as iron.

He had witnessed firsthand the nameless figure perfectly transform into another person—

He had never even seen Wuming's true form, and didn't even know if she was male or female, so how could he trust her?

"If you really know me, you should know that I hate riddles."

Mingpo slowly withdrew her arm and took half a step back.

He spoke slowly, his eyes cold and devoid of any emotion: "If you truly agree with me, then you should give me more secrets."

"Your real name, your real face, your identity, your wishes, your abilities, how we met. Who are your teammates, and who is your captain? Do they know me? Do I know them?"

"You said you wanted me to entrust my fate to you—can you entrust your fate to me?"

With each sentence Mingpo spoke, he took half a step back.

By the time he finished speaking, he had already walked to the other side of the subway.

He saw that Wuming was still standing there in silence.

Mingpo glanced at her, then turned and left.

As he left the carriage, he paused briefly and glanced back at Wuming.

Like a puppy, she remained standing there, looking up at Mingpo with a wronged expression.

Mingpo met her gaze for a few seconds, then turned and left.

Don't want to speak like a human being?

Then let's not talk about it.

Mingbo became increasingly certain.

The nameless one definitely knows himself.

It could be a former teammate, someone he once saved, or someone he once mentored—any of these are possible. After all, his former title was suspected to be a Gold-rank Deceiver in the Realm of Virtue, meaning he must have saved quite a few people.

—But this does not mean that the nameless are trustworthy.

Since Mingpo has fallen to this state—his title is shattered, his chips are gone, and he has no memories—it means he must have lost.

If his "teammates" hadn't found him immediately and protected him—

That means they are not trustworthy.

Mingpo was unwilling to force the other party, nor would he intentionally harm them. After all, the other party had just saved him twice—although in a sense, his own dangers were also related to the other party.

But Mingpo was clear-headed enough. Since there wasn't enough sincerity, it was better to part ways.

This is good for everyone.

"————What is all this about?"

Mingpo sighed, closed her eyes, and leaned against the door of the next carriage.

At that moment, he wished he had a Walkman so he could listen to music when he had nothing to do—even if it wasn't a treasure.

Other charlatans likely share similar anchors, just as they can find the tools.

Taking things directly from the material world won't work; Mingpo has already proven that. When the chips run out, those things that don't belong to the Deceiver are left behind.

If someone possesses a Walkman that can be incorporated into the anchor point, Mingpo is even willing to exchange it for chips.

"—So, the drinks at Gao Fan's base must have come from this source."

No wonder Gao Fan was rented to other teams so many times, and Gao Fan had to give the teams a cut when he came out of the game—under these circumstances, their team was unable to save any chips.

It seems they've all been used to improve their lives.

In a sense, it could indeed be considered "team funding".

After waiting for a long time without getting bored, Mingpo finally returned home.

The round trip wasted time, and it's already 1 p.m.

Fortunately, it wasn't a wasted trip—we did obtain some important intelligence.

Now Mingper knows that someone is systematically and on a large scale creating new con artists, attempting to expand the scale of the con game.

And the ultimate goal is most likely to obtain Mingpo's wine cabinet.

From this perspective—

He still can't bring people to his anchor point for the time being.

This is also the fundamental reason why Mingpo refused to come along.

Mingpo stood in front of the old television set, somewhat puzzled.

"That wine cabinet is so impressive—you must have some skills too."

He investigated further and found that no matter how he turned the knob, he could only see a snowy screen.

He also tried feeding the TV some chips, but the TV wouldn't eat them.

After fiddling with it for a while, Mingpo gave up. He didn't dare take it apart—because he didn't know if this "treasure" would still be usable if put back together after being disassembled. He'd be devastated if it turned into an ordinary television.

So Mingpo decided to leave it for the time being.

But at that moment, Mingpo was suddenly moved.

He decided to take one last look at the small room next to his—the room that had become a home theater due to the changes in time and space.

He had originally planned not to open the door again.

This only fueled his murderous intent towards the Deceiver, making Mingpo realize once again how arrogant the Deceiver was—unscrupulously altering the lives and deaths of ordinary people, rewriting their experiences and lives, and stealing their precious memories and existence.

A person's anchor in the present world is their own memory, and secondly, the memories of others about them.

If even these two can be altered, then what is the truth?

However, what the nameless man said did make Mingpo somewhat concerned.

"No way."

Mingpo stood frozen at the doorway.

The gray-white room suddenly turned colorful.

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