Chapter 366 Dreams and Truth

"Phoenix, Hundred Refined Steel..."

Lin Yu chewed on these two names, feeling a little surprised.

"I thought that given Luobo's character, he wouldn't have any enemies."

Old Zheng laughed meaninglessly.

"Hahahaha, then you are totally wrong...'Death Game' is not a place where everyone can get along happily as long as you are kind to others."

Lin Yu touched his chin.

"It sounds like you know some secret."

The light in Old Zheng's brain circuit flickered quickly.

"It's not a secret. To put it simply, in a super-large survival dungeon with 25 players, Luobo was the only survivor."

"Including the members of the 'Player Mutual Aid Association' who entered the dungeon with him, the other 24 people all died."

"Luobo himself also blamed himself very much and claimed that it was all his responsibility - although most people chose not to pursue responsibility, there were still people who could not accept this fact."

"Two close friends of Bailiangang and the core members of the 'Shanhai Association' died in it, and Huang... lost her lover."

"Since then, Bailiangang, as the administrator of 'Order', has rarely interacted with the 'Player Mutual Aid Association', a positive organization."

"And Huang...she tried to attack Luobo directly, but failed."

Listening to Lao Zheng's words, Lin Yu nodded slightly.

He recalled the performance of Uncle Luobo in [The Feast in the Sky] when he mentioned the past several times...it seemed to match what Lao Zheng said.

If it is really a gap of this level, it is indeed enough to be a motive for murder.

Although it has been a year...

But hatred has always been the most difficult emotion in the world to dissipate. Even if you tell yourself countless times that you want to let go, it is like mold on spoiled food. If you tear off the surface layer, it will crawl all over again in a few days.

To be fair, Lin Yu put himself in his shoes.

If there is a great opportunity to kill Fluoxetine after a year, then he will definitely do it.

Of course...

This situation only exists in theory.

Because Lin Yu does not intend to let Fluoxetine survive for more than a year-from the current speed of his promotion, as long as he waits until he reaches the third level, he can try to do it.

"But it's still a bit strange. It's okay to be a hundred-tempered steel...If Huang and Luobo have such a big hatred, why does Luobo dare to come?"

Lin Yu had doubts again.

Old Zheng explained to Lin Yu: "Because the circle of high-end players... to put it bluntly, there are only a few people who can be counted on one hand."

"When I was at level three, there were less than three digits. Now... there are probably just over a hundred."

"Most of the powerful and organized ones have connections with each other. If you are worried about meeting enemies, then don't participate in any activities."

"Besides... the two people that Luobo brought with them, Lotus and Cassia, are here to prevent this kind of thing."

Old Zheng talked freely.

Lin Yu nodded: "It seems that we should focus on these two people tomorrow."

Stiller on the side touched his chin and said: "Based on the current information, I think it is less likely that 'Phoenix' is the murderer."

Lin Yu yawned: "Why? Didn't this guy even make a move once?"

"But she failed," Stiller said calmly, "The motive is secondary. She failed even when the victim was probably not on guard against her. This time, as the 'organizer', she must be watched more closely."

"It is extremely difficult to commit a perfect crime."

Listening to Stiller's analysis, Lin Yu nodded.

"That makes sense."

Stiller heard Lin Yu's approval and was about to analyze a few more sentences, but suddenly stopped talking.

Because Lin Yu had fallen asleep.

...

Darkness.

Cold.

Lin Yu climbed up and found himself on a barren and dark plain.

He was only wrapped in tattered white linen, and the biting cold was like fine needles, piercing the weak parts of his skin.

His feet stepped on the rough ground, and the black gravel flowed backwards with the slight wind.

"Where is this? Isn't it another copy of the memory deletion?"

Lin Yu shook his head and quickly ruled out this possibility.

"No... the memory is very coherent, I should be asleep."

"So, is this a lucid dream?"

He looked around and soon found a light in the darkness.

The light like fireflies danced in the distance.

Lin Yu hesitated and chose to walk in the direction of the fire.

He felt a clear pain coming from the soles of his feet, which was almost like a dream.

Lin Yu grimaced in pain.

"Why can't I wake up?"

Lin Yu, who felt that this "dream" was abnormal, did not retreat because of the pain. He endured the pain and slowly approached the light.

It was a lantern hanging at the door of the wooden house, swaying, dim and warm.

The door of the wooden house was half-open. Lin Yu stepped onto the steps of the wooden house and pushed open the somewhat shabby wooden door.

Behind the wooden door, Lin Yu saw a small house with simple furnishings.

Animal head specimens, fireplace, copper candlesticks, single bed, round table and two chairs.

It looked like a hunter's mountain cabin.

At this moment, a black-haired man wearing a ghost mask and wrapped in a cloak was sitting on one of the chairs, facing the door.

He was fiddling with a stack of purple-black cards in his hands.

The man looked up at Lin Yu and whispered, "Welcome, guest."

Lin Yu looked at the ghost-faced man in front of him and narrowed his eyes.

"Player... Is this your [prop]? The ability to pull people into dreams is quite powerful."

His thoughts turned quickly.

Radish died without external injuries and died in his sleep.

And there was a power similar to "curse" in his soul.

So...

"Are you the murderer who killed Radish?"

Lin Yu said, and the other party chuckled.

"Don't be too obsessed with and pay attention to the case in front of you... I'm not the murderer."

"I can indeed weave and invade dreams, but I don't have the ability to kill people in dreams."

Hearing the other party's words, Lin Yu frowned.

The other party was wearing a ghost mask, and he didn't know whether what this mysterious guy said was true or false.

But before Lin Yu could continue to test, the other party continued to speak.

"However, if you really care about the truth, I can tell you some hints - provided you play a game with me."

"Although I am not the murderer, I am the murderer's 'accomplice'."

The other party said, showing the golden card in his hand.

"What do you think, guest?"

Lin Yu looked at this guy pretending to be mysterious and scanned the cards in his hand.

There are only ten cards in total, so they should not be playing cards.

"Okay, I accept it."