When Mr. Lin restarted for the first time, his brain seemed to have crashed, and his eyes and eyebrows revealed deep confusion.
Facing the faces around him that looked magical under the light and shadow, Mr. Lin finally remembered his current situation.
Wen Shi was so focused on the cat crying over the rat that he put on a heartbroken expression: "Someone just interrupted the psychic's spell."
Lin Tianci walked over quickly: "Dad, don't listen to his nonsense."
Wen Shi casually picked up a fruit knife and gestured with it, acting as a protector: "Stay away from Father." He tilted his head slightly and said: "Dad, all the stocks in the will belong to this person."
Old Mr. Lin loves money to the core. When he thought about the division of property in the forged will, he was immediately furious.
Xiaohua, standing nearby, crossed her legs, yawned, and said, "I played a big role in finding the psychic. They tried to bribe me with their inheritance, but I refused. You old fool, you should be content."
Previously, Xiaohua only asked Pei Hongxin to add her name, but she did not ask for much share of the property, just to inherit a few old antiques whose authenticity was unknown.
Strictly speaking, she was not a beneficiary of the will.
Mr. Lin now has cognitive problems and is easily led by others.
After realizing this, other players also began to try to confuse right and wrong. However, their chatter was completely ineffective and only made people feel noisy.
With Ayu around, it was difficult for them to get close to him. He kept emphasizing outside the field that he would also find a psychic and resurrect Grandpa Lin at all costs.
[Zombie] It only lasted thirty seconds. Wen Shi showed no signs of anxiety, speaking completely from Mr. Lin's perspective: "The psychic is still waiting to be paid. Don't worry, I swear I won't abandon you after I get the property, otherwise I will be hunted by demons and monsters forever."
There was not much time left, Wen Shi swore an oath without any pain, and prepared to restart Grandpa Lin for the third time.
Five hundred points at a time. Just thinking about the price made the sadness on his face become much more real.
With his dim eyes trying hard to focus, Mr. Lin caught the grief that naturally showed on Wen Shi's face. At this time, he also heard a curse-like oath in his ears, and he finally felt relieved.
Compared to the empty assurances from his other children, the presence of a psychic and the fact that someone did not appear in the forged will made Mr. Lin feel more at ease.
"My estate will be inherited by my son, Lin Hejing," Old Man Lin said hoarsely to the lawyer. "Ten percent of the bonds will be left to my lover, Zhao Meili. If Lin Hejing abandons me after receiving the property, all my property will go to Zhao Meili."
It is obvious that he wants to use Xiaohua and Wenshi to restrain each other.
Xiaohua seemed to dislike the character name and frowned when she heard it.
Wen Shi didn't take the old man's request to heart at all. He just wanted to wait until the end of this story. What the future holds has nothing to do with him.
In the last two seconds, Wen Shi fanned the flames: "Those who forge a will will be held accountable."
Mr. Lin's eyes grew increasingly cloudy, and he subconsciously repeated, "Hold them accountable."
One player reflexively shouted, "You're still committing the crime of insulting a corpse!"
Wen Shi smiled but said nothing. He would just let the zombies send it back later anyway.
Thirty seconds are up.
Old Master Lin fell on the long table again, causing it to tremble violently. The strange black and red fluid in his body splashed in front of some of the players.
Pei Hongxin clenched his fingers unconsciously upon seeing this. After making a deal with the devil, he seemed unable to rest in peace even after death, as he was decaying at an unusually fast rate.
After Mr. Lin denied the authenticity of the will three times in a row, everyone except Wen Shi received a system prompt.
"Attention all players, the plot line has deviated within a reasonable range."
"The previous will is officially declared invalid."
It wasn't until this moment that everyone realized how disgusting and deceptive the flexibility mentioned in the background story was. Even the will obtained through the mission could lose its effectiveness in an instant.
The lawyer completely represented the attitude of the game. After Mr. Lin finished speaking, he adjusted his tie slightly, changing his previous indifferent look.
"To respect the wishes of the deceased, the Lin family's property..."
The butler looked straight at the lawyer with a cold gaze.
The butler hadn't spoken a word since he asked everyone to stop the psychic. Now, every word the lawyer said entered his ears. He made up his mind, knowing that there was only one way out, and he had to take out his trump card.
The butler's fingers hidden in his sleeves moved, and if Wen Shi saw the small silver metal ball, he would definitely not be unfamiliar with it.
——[Little Steel Egg].
Every time it is put on the shelves, it is sold out quickly.
No skills are required, just a gamble.
The butler was about to use the [Steel Egg] to kill the lawyer. The distance was too close and it would easily hurt other players, but there was no better way at the moment.
With a flick of his finger, the metal ball had barely left his hand when the butler's bones seemed to shift along with the "little steel egg." Half of his body was pulled backwards by an unknown force, bending unnaturally. Ah Yu came over to him and twisted his arm like a pretzel.
Amidst screams, the props that slipped from his hands were swept towards the stairs by a gust of wind.
Boom!
There were crisp explosions, and the stairs between floors collapsed one by one.
The scorching air currents made everyone's heart beat irregularly, and nearby players squatted down to avoid the flying wood in the air.
Crazy. Someone cursed inwardly.
Ayu fanned the black smoke in the air with his hand and said disapprovingly, "Young people are impulsive."
Wen Shi simply recorded the scene indifferently, shooting from a tricky angle, deliberately avoiding the corpse on the table. He hadn't done any serious work in the past two days, having spent all his time complaining to NPCs. Now, through the video, Wen Shi said to the lawyer, "The housekeeper has evil intentions and wants to blow you up."
When it comes to life safety, no matter how weak the NPC's mobility is, they will not remain indifferent.
Even without the video, the lawyer had clearly seen who had thrown the miniature bomb. His eyes were terrifyingly cold, and in just a few seconds, he had already figured out how to use all his life's knowledge to send the other party to prison for the rest of his life.
"...all the property belongs to Lin Hejing, the second son of the Lin family, and Ms. Zhao Meili." The lawyer was very professional and finished what he had not said before.
In this battle for property, the only referee spoke, and the ending of the story was completely determined.
The game prompt sound is more ruthless than a lawyer——
"The short story 'The Battle for the Rich' has concluded, with two successors born."
Unlike the first game, although the game directly emphasizes the elimination of the remaining players except the heir at the beginning, it does not directly announce the fate of other players.
The feeling of having the sword of Damocles hanging over your head and not falling for a long time is even more torturous.
Everyone in the room had different expressions. The player who played the role of a child pointed at Wen Shi and actually started talking about the law, which showed that he was really desperate.
"He's insulting a corpse, so he'll be disinherited, right?"
The lawyer said expressionlessly: "Evidence."
The body could have fallen from the sky or been picked up on the road, unless there is clear evidence.
Furthermore, the ownership of the property was personally designated by the person involved. Compared to the actions of others, especially the bomber, this level is nothing.
Wen Shi suddenly realized that there were advantages to going straight into an S-rank dungeon. At least he'd encounter more high-quality players. The lawyer hadn't reacted to the zombies, yet these players had naively expected him to uphold justice.
Seeing that the explosion failed, the butler endured the pain of his arm being almost twisted off and walked up to Wen Shi: "If you can guarantee that I won't die, I can tell you a secret."
Wen Shi glanced at him nonchalantly: "Is the president of Wangcai Bank also in this instance?"
The butler was stunned.
Wen Shi said calmly: "I knew it a long time ago."
Xiaohua told him at the beginning that the president and Li Nan were also there, but they have not appeared yet, so they should still be in other short stories.
Wen Shi didn't go too far. He didn't want to face a bunch of lunatics' mindless counterattacks, so he said calmly, "Everyone in this short story has an [Identity]. Especially since you are still criminals, you need to cooperate with the investigation. Whether you can leave the dungeon is uncertain, but as long as you don't commit suicide, the game won't take your lives directly for a while."
When people are desperate, they will grasp at any straw.
Wen Shi was undoubtedly hinting to them that if they stayed in jail obediently, perhaps they would be able to stay in this world and survive as ordinary people. Maybe one day in the future they would have the opportunity to leave through a mission.
This statement is too idyllic. Games can never be described with kindness, but as he said, as long as there is a glimmer of hope, people will never completely collapse.
"Legal news, and it involves a wealthy family. The game can't let you all die overnight."
Wen Shi mumbled a few words and prepared to go to the other side to take the elevator upstairs. He secretly released the zombie, who brazenly stuffed the body back into the suitcase and began transporting it back under everyone's noses.
The lawyer was about to go to the police station to report the case, but suddenly stopped Wen Shi before leaving.
"One of the properties left by Mr. Lin is kept with me."
He pulled out a small box from his pocket and said calmly, "Whether you want to open it or not is up to you."
The cold box exuded an ominous aura, and a word popped up in Wen Shi's mind: Pandora's box.
He was almost certain that once the entire copy was opened, the direction of the story would change drastically.
Wen Shi hates trouble, but if he doesn't open it, this copy may be declared over in time, and he won't be able to communicate with the monsters, so the host is afraid that the game will be over.
He stared at the box, wondering how he could save the host's life. The host's successful search for Frank Hospital was far more powerful than he'd imagined. If the host could stay alive in the hospital, with the benefit of his life-saving grace, it would be a surefire way to save his life when the 3S instance launched.
After thanking the lawyer, Wen Shi put away the box.
Without looking at the people in the room, especially Pei Hongxin, Wen Shi knew exactly how much suffering he would endure. After another night of suffering, Wen Shi was ready to throw him to a random monster in the villa.
Dust returns to dust, let the past go with the wind.
When encountering danger in the future, let Ayu summon the soul and use Pei Hongxin's soul as a shield to protect himself one last time.
Fly to hell, my adopted son!
Thinking of this, Wen Shi took the elevator back to rest with a relaxed pace, but his mood was actually heavier than he looked.
After he has a good rest and opens the box, the real storm will probably come.
The first person to leave the deadly hall was actually Pei Hongxin himself. The child was calm and composed, which did not match his appearance of age. He went up to the study without saying a word.
The statues in the shrines are more alive than ever.
Pei Hongxin felt a gambler's sense of powerlessness. In order to survive, he had no other choice but to keep throwing away his only chips.
"Even if it was a few years earlier." Pei Hongxin was secretly resentful. Even if he had played the game a year earlier than that little beast, he would not be so passive.
"How can I survive?" Pei Hongxin didn't believe Wen Shi's previous words at all. He took a deep breath and asked.
He himself is a game developer and knows that in this situation, there can be no transition zone.
"One third of your soul." The dark aura surrounding the statue was more dazzling than the light. The demon proposed a terrifying soul exchange price and gave Pei Hongxin an offer he couldn't refuse: "In exchange for you leaving this story alive, and I will help you end your troubles."
Pei Hongxin's lifeless eyes finally showed some light.
"Can you help me kill him?"
The statue did not answer, but repeated in a strange voice: "End the trouble."
Pei Hongxin's temples were covered with beads of sweat. He didn't know whether he should agree or not, but if he didn't agree, his life would be completely over.
The surface of the statue seems to be covered with a layer of human skin, and its evil eyes are always locked on its prisoners, bringing an irresistible deterrent.
Pei Hongxin initially chose it for the transaction because the price paid by Old Man Lin was not great, just the fact that his children were not his biological children. This seemed to be a relatively ungreedy evil god. This was indeed the case. This morning, when Pei Hongxin asked to know the destination of the will, the other party only asked for one-third of the soul.
"good."
He finally decided to make another exchange.
·
At night.
Wen Shi touched the box left by the lawyer, watched the developments in the comment section, and was still thinking about how to rescue the person.
After a few breaths, the temperature in the room suddenly dropped by several degrees.
Wen Shi instantly became alert, considering whether to call his mother or draw his sword first.
A dark figure appeared across from the bed. He had no intention of hiding his whereabouts, and his businesslike attitude was even more direct than a lawyer's: "A believer has given one-third of his soul in exchange for your never being able to trouble him again."
Grass!
Wen Shi now knew how Pei Hongxin found the will. This guy was simply crazy. He actually made a deal with the devil.
He remembered that when Xiaohua went to the study yesterday, he found a shrine. It was obvious that Pei Hongxin had already had ideas about it at that time.
Wen Shi moved back silently for a moment, and the [Aoki Sword] appeared out of thin air in his hand.
The devil's late-night visit proves that it is ready to help Pei Hongxin realize his wish. Tonight will definitely be a life-and-death battle.
Just as Wen Shi was about to unleash his sword skills, the shadow said vaguely, "Send him back to the orphanage."
Wen Shi's hand holding the sword trembled: "?"
"He will be trapped there forever with a bunch of ghost children. If he reveals his true identity, he will be burned to death by the ghost children, and no one will adopt him in the future."
"...Thus, your revenge was achieved, the believer left the story alive, I fulfilled my promise to you to leave him alone, and I gained his soul," the demon murmured. "Everyone got what they wanted."
It charges low fees, so naturally there are low-cost ways of doing things.
Wen Shi: "…"
Not to mention Wen Shi, even the barrage of comments were shocked.
Patient 109: Holy shit! Who the hell is this? Let me post this so everyone can avoid me!
[The starving ghost who was as thin as lightning: As a loyal fan of "Horror Club", I have read every short story several times, but I have never paid attention to the demon in this story before.]
Patient 233: ...Don't trust any middlemen.