Chapter 18 You Don't Understand the Taste of Sugar.

When Jason opened his mouth, a light shone in Perce's eyes.

That is, hope!

In his 'escape plan', Jason is the more suitable one than the 'newcomer' and Karen who simply relies on 'luck'.

only……

sugar?

Why say sugar?

However, this did not prevent Perls from answering.

"Can fruit candy?"

Perce said, and took out two candies from his pocket.

Red-green wrapping paper, rolled up candy, with nice folds on both sides.

Jason nodded.

Pells immediately offered the candy.

Instead of entering the room, it was passed through the 'passage port' on one side of the wall.

A boxy mouth that can put a hand in appeared, with a metal tray on which Pells placed the candy, and then the tray sank and the opening closed.

Then, the floor in front of Jason floated, and the tray with the two candies appeared.

After Jason picked up the two candies, the floor sank and everything went back to normal.

Twisting open the wrapper, Jason threw the candy into his mouth.

The sweetness spreads.

The feeling of happiness arises spontaneously.

Although 'Nutrition Meals' are free and really nutritious, they are really tasteless.

Having eaten the 'nutritious meal' for three and a half days, Jason really misses the taste.

Such nostalgia has been satisfied at this time.

The sweet, orange-flavored candy freely released its own sweetness on the tongue. Jason participated in more saliva, allowing the slightest sweetness to spread from the mouth to the throat, esophagus, and stomach.

call!

Jason let out a long breath.

He turned his head and looked at Pers, who was standing outside the door, a little nervous.

Jason knew exactly why Pells did this.

Even, Jason can guess what Pers wants to do next.

"Running is not the best option."

Jason said bluntly.

Now that you know what the other party wants to do, then flip over the other party's hole cards to gain more initiative.

What? !

Pells was shocked when he heard Jason's words.

How did he know?

Deep down, Perls asked himself.

Then, the 'contact' spoke with a pretense of calmness.

"Player Jason, what are you talking about?"

"I do not understand."

Jason looked at Pers who was holding on, and the corners of his mouth curled up under the mask.

Perce is one of those people who can't hide their emotions well.

To put it simply, it is a relatively simple person.

It is precisely because of this that the other party will be 'selected'.

"Did you think it was all over?"

Instead of getting into the 'runaway' issue with Pells, Jason deflected the issue.

"Shilling is dead?"

"Isn't it enough?"

Perls was taken aback.

"How could it be enough?"

"Schilling's death is the beginning."

Jason said with certainty.

Although Jason has not been able to confirm who the 'behind-the-scenes planner' is, but after the other party made such a big move, he was the butler of the 'Send family', the 'Schilling' who must die?

Whatever Jason said, he didn't believe it.

The other party's purpose is at least the 'Send family'.

Even bigger.

Pers stood blankly at the door with a thoughtful look on his face.

But immediately, Pells looked at Jason with weird eyes.

Too deceptive, right?

He is obviously tall and tall, why do he still use his brain?

Shouldn't someone like Jason be reckless?

Whatever it is, it's a blow.

If one strike doesn't work, the second strike!

This is in line with Jason's image!

This 'contact person' couldn't help but complain in his heart.

Jason saw the weird look on Perls' face, but he didn't care.

Brainstorm when it's time to brainstorm.

Reckless when it's time to be reckless.

As for how to choose?

He has always lived from his heart.

Bullying the soft and afraid of the hard?

nonexistent!

From the heart is to follow the guidance of the heart. How can a person who follows his instincts be said to be bullying the weak and afraid of the hard?

"That's why you live."

Jason continued.

This sentence startled Pells.

"What's the meaning?"

Pers asked hastily.

"Because you are still useful!"

"Otherwise, you would have been silenced by the murderer long ago. Believe me, if you need to, the behind-the-scenes behind the scenes have a hundred ways to let you die."

"The easiest way is to..."

"Use what he gave you."

Jason answered naturally.

With what he gave me?

Pells was lost in thought.

Then, the 'contact' turned pale and asked in a slightly trembling voice, "Are you talking about the USB flash drive with the add and delete programs?"

Jason nodded.

Since the 'behind-the-scenes planner' dared to give this USB drive directly to Peres, he naturally thought of what Pers might use it for in the future.

And this is all within the 'category' recognized by the other party.

Also in control.

"Did that person know about our current conversation?"

Perce's face grew paler.

"It won't."

"Although I don't quite understand the other party's program, the 'security facilities' here should be quite comprehensive. Modifying a monitoring screen, modifying a monitoring screen, and then transmitting the original monitoring screen to a certain location are two completely different things. It is a level of difficulty, and, with the other party's caution, this method of exposing 'one's own position' will not be used at all."

"He also opted for a simpler, more direct approach."

Jason reminded Pells.

"You mean... a USB stick!"

Perce's eyes widened, a look of complete hindsight.

What else is there besides that program?

Locator?

bug?

still……

Micro bombs?

Pers couldn't help but think about it.

"Things you think may appear."

"And it's not difficult to verify."

"You can just give the wrong information."

"Remember! The kind of information that is highly error-tolerant."

"For example, you succeeded with Karen, but failed with me."

Jason reminded again.

"Okay, I see, player Jason."

After that, the 'contact' Perce turned around and chose to leave.

Looking at the door that had regained its 'wood color' again, Jason suddenly understood more and more why the 'behind-the-scenes planner' chose Pells.

It's really useful!

His simple analysis allowed Pells to deliver the 'message' he wanted.

Pers may choose to cooperate with the 'Murderer', the other party can guess.

But did the 'Murderers' cooperate?

The ‘Golden Lamb’ Karen is likely to cooperate.

And he?

is an unknown.

In other words, Pers' seeking cooperation is the other party's temptation.

If successful, the other party will proceed to the next step.

If it fails?

The other party will naturally use the backup method.

"Which of the Gibsons, the Hera, the Emmels and the Lothars would it be?"

Jason muttered to himself.

Then, raising his hand, he pressed the 'Nutrition Meal (Free)' button again.

Ding.

A crisp sound echoed throughout the room.

...

Area F, 'Game' Building, top floor.

Schilling's body had already been removed, and even the blood had been cleaned up.

Brand new carpet.

Disinfectant, ventilation, air freshener.

After a series of methods were used, the entire conference room could not see the original mess.

Boom, boom, boom!

The elderly man of the Gibson family habitually knocked on the table and was the first to break the silence.

"Three, are we just sitting here?"

As the old man spoke, he leaned back and placed his hands in front of his lower abdomen, as if he was leisurely and content with victory.

"of course not."

"But the necessary mourning is necessary."

"Schilling is still a good person."

The representative of the Hera family, the lady sighed.

"Donna, are you kidding me?"

"Among the four people I'm sitting in, except for Master Lothar Eleven, who else is qualified to mourn for Schilling?"

"Or to be more precise, Schilling's death is inseparable from the three of us."

The old man who spoke first sneered, his tone full of disdain for the representative of the Hera family.

"I?"

"What does what you do Rodney have to do with me, Donna?"

"I just broke the rules because Schilling, the representative of the 'Send family', so I stood up."

The lady named Donna shook the small black folding fan in her hand and retorted unceremoniously.

"Then if you have the ability, don't accept the property of the 'Send Family' in Area F!"

Rodney sat up straight, with a persecuting but aggressive attitude.

"Why?"

"I represent the 'Hera Family'."

"And, Rodney, don't play with your cleverness, I won't be fooled."

Donna opened the folding fan, blocking the veil.

The face that I couldn't see clearly at this time became more and more unclear.

Even, with a strange vagueness.

At the same time, a sense of danger rose from Rodney's heart.

The representative of the Gibson family jumped out of his chair.

Whoosh!

Click!

Just as the representative of the Gibson family jumped to one side from the chair, the entire chair was torn apart.

"Donna!"

Rodney let out a low growl and was about to pounce.

However, the representative of the Emmel family stood in the way of Rodney.

"Witters, are you partnering with Donna?"

Rodney growled in a low voice that sounded like a big cat roar.

"No."

"I only hope to get the benefits that the Emmel family deserves - the other properties of the 'Send family' in Area F, we can all give up, but the 'game' and everything it represents, I hope to return Owned by the Emel family."

Waiters, who is the Emmel family, stood between Rodney and Donna, his voice was like the other's body, and he spoke vigorously.

It's just that the voice just fell.

Rodney and Donna sneered at the same time, the two who were fighting with each other at the last moment.

"Witters, I'm afraid you haven't woken up, have you?"

"'Game'? And everything it stands for?"

"Do you think we are fools?"

The two of you questioned the representative of the Amel family in a word.

But Waiters was unmoved.

"Can you tell me your conditions?"

Waiters asked word by word.

"The 'Send family' 'game' in Zone F and everything it represents should belong to the Gibson family!"

Rodney said without hesitation.

"wrong!"

"It should be the Hera family!"

Donna is not far behind.

The tit-for-tat atmosphere reappeared.

And this time, Waiters joined in.

The quarrel grew louder and louder, and Lothar 11, who was sitting beside him, frowned more and more tightly.

finally--

"Sorry, I'm a little sick."

"I want to leave for a while."

The young man, Lothar 11, was a little uncomfortable with the situation in front of him. After speaking, he got up and left the conference hall.

click!

The door to the conference hall was closed.

The door with excellent sound insulation made the quarrel completely isolated.

Lothar 11 sighed slightly and walked to the lounge next to him.

As the 11th heir to the Lothar family, he has no hope of inheriting the family at all, and his brothers and sisters do not allow him to care.

Therefore, he will appear in the F area, the 'edge area' for the Lothar family.

Fortunately, he had a good life.

There is neither the calculations of the brothers and sisters nor the oppressive gaze of the father.

Really good days to be able to read most of the time and occasionally hunt.

Can……

Sender 9 is dead.

Not a normal death, but an assassination.

This messes everything up.

He could have a hunch that a bloody storm was about to happen, so he was ready to stay away.

don't get involved.

There will be no inclination.

Anyway, as the young master of the Lothar family, on behalf of the Lothar family, he can get everything he deserves.

Because, Lothar.

Thinking of this, Lothar 11 didn't even want to go to the lounge.

As soon as he turned around, he walked straight downstairs.

He wants to return to his room, take a good bath, relax, and then take out an ancient book, lie on his side on the bed, and read well.

Of course, sparkling water and potato chips are a must.

As for more things?

He didn't want to bother.

I don't want to care either.

Can't care more.

Sender 9, a man who could be called a friend, died, he was sad, but what could he do?

There was nothing he could do.

"I'm sorry, my friend."

"Although we only became friends because of our similar identities, and we don't have the slightest common language, as a 'friend', I still hope that you can..."

Lothar 11 thought silently in the bottom of his heart, and the whole person boarded the car downstairs.

This is a car belonging to the Lothar family, and it is very recognizable.

However, when boarding the car, Lothar 11 regretted it.

Because the driver and bodyguard of the car is not from the Lothar family.

It was a middle-aged man he had never seen before.

"you!"

Just as Lothar 11 was about to open his mouth, a large and powerful hand covered his mouth. The strength of this palm was so great that his entire neck was restrained, and the feeling of suffocation appeared directly.

At the same time, there was a burst of boos in his ears.

"Master Lothar Eleven, I hope you don't have any extra actions."

"We didn't want to hurt you."

"At least on the premise of your cooperation."

A voice sounded.

Lothar Eleven nodded immediately.

However, that hand didn't leave Lothar 11's mouth, but the force that bound his neck was much smaller.

Completely instinctive, Lothar 11 turned his head to look at the person beside him.

The next moment, Lothar 11's eyes widened.

"It's you!"