Volu 1. Let the Ga Begin
Not to ntion Liu Yunyan, who was planning to ruin herself with a random man just to rebel against her father, even among the other uncles and aunts' families, there were hardly any children to rely on.
Either they had been spoiled since childhood, or they had been left to grow up wild because the family had no ti to properly raise them.
As a result, when the few mbers of Liu Wanqian's generation gathered together... they all wore worried and gloomy expressions.
Sigh... the old saying was true, the ancients did not deceive .
I shook my head and tossed these thoughts aside.
The important thing now was... where were we moving to this ti?
Were we going back to the main mansion, or moving into an apartnt sowhere in the city?
If we were going back to the main mansion, it would be a bit troubleso.
No matter how rich one was, nobody would spend billions just to buy a plot of land in the city to build a few acres of gardens.
Even with all their wealth, the Liu Family wouldn't waste money like that, and Liu Wanqian wasn't that kind of person either.
Therefore, the family’s main mansion was located in a rather remote area outside the city, surrounded by mountains on three sides, with a river in front.
All the surrounding mountains and forests were leased by the Liu Family, mostly planted with fruit trees.
Although the mansion lacked for nothing, and even the internet connection was specially laid with fiber optic cables at a considerable cost, the transportation there was really inconvenient.
So Liu Yunyan’s family also owned several houses in the city, though they rarely stayed in them.
After all, whether it was Liu Wanqian or Gong Lianyu, they were usually busy with work.
Liu Yunyan’s younger brother and sister attended school on schedule, with dedicated drivers for drop-off and pick-up, and the household had hired help for daily care.
"We're going to the countryside, to your family's mansion."
"Don’t worry, I’ll go with you."
"Sister Gong said that once your injuries have healed, you can return to school."
"There's no rush over there... in a few days, they’ll arrange a private tutor to catch you up on lessons."
While Aunt Zhao spoke, she continued packing the luggage.
Sigh... hearing Aunt Zhao say that, I imdiately felt a surge of resentnt towards the rich...
Damn tycoons!
Fine then, moving was moving, anywhere was better than this hospital.
With that thought, I said no more, instead turning to look out the window.
The sunlight today was surprisingly good.
Although it was already winter, outside looked warm and inviting.
Speaking of which... the words of those two police officers earlier still lingered in my mind.
Fang Zheng... the person whose soul I devoured at around 12:20, had apparently started killing at precisely 12:00 in the real world.
This was a very strange situation.
Listen carefully... when I encountered Fang Zheng, it should have been around 12:17.
However, on the real world’s surveillance footage, Fang Zheng was seen leaving his room and beginning his killing spree exactly at midnight.
The mont Fang Zheng beca brain-dead should have been when I pulled out his soul and ate it, which was around 12:20.
Yet at that ti, in the real world, Fang Zheng was standing outside my door.
By the laws of physics, this simply couldn’t be explained.
The only possibility was... ti had fallen into chaos.
If the flow of ti were a straight line, then at the mont of switching between the real world and the interdinsional space, ti had beco disordered.
Normal people would find it very hard to comprehend this issue ntally.
Ti in the real world moved in a straight line.
However... at the instant the world switched, that straight line changed... breaking into many disconnected, disordered fragnts.
From this, it was roughly possible to explain why Fang Zheng, although dead at 12:20 in the interdinsional space, had started killing at midnight in the real world.
Judging from the order of deaths, Fang Zheng should have been the third to die.
Yet in the real world, Fang Zheng’s death ca last.
In other words, from the mont of midnight, ti between the real world and the interdinsional space entered into a state of confusion.
And the one killing in the real world was definitely not Fang Zheng.
So bizarre force had entered the real world through the temporal disorder after I killed Fang Zheng.
Following the death sequence from the interdinsional space, it began killing in the real world.
From this point, it could be seen that ti in the real world and the interdinsional space was neither equivalent nor parallel.
It felt more like the interdinsional space was beginning to influence the real world.
Fang Zheng, killed by at 12:20 in the interdinsional space, experienced a ti reversal to 12:00 upon returning to the real world.
There, he was controlled by so strange force and started killing.
The timing of the murders perfectly matched the deaths in the ga.
After killing the players who died in the ga, Fang Zheng returned to his room.
There was a period during which he stood silently at my hospital room door for ten minutes... perhaps during that ti, I was fighting the goat-headed monster.
And Fang Zheng was waiting for to die in the interdinsional space, so he could kill in the real world according to physical laws.
Since all player deaths were reported by the APP, I could also clearly understand the goat-headed monster’s killing route.
Fang Zheng’s killing route matched exactly.
After I escaped from the goat-headed monster, Fang Zheng turned to kill the other players who had been killed by it, using exactly the sa thod.
This was... extrely bizarre.
However... if judged by appearances, it would simply seem like a ntally ill patient went crazy, killed people, then attempted suicide by taking dicine, ending up as a vegetable.
No one else could understand it as thoroughly as I did.
Even fewer people knew about the interdinsional space.
What everyone saw was rely Fang Zheng killing people... then bizarrely standing in front of a hospital room door for ten minutes, before continuing his slaughter.
The thoughts of the ntally ill were incomprehensible.
Put simply... it was just a very simple massacre.
As for why Fang Zheng wasn’t spotted by anyone, although the coincidences seed too perfect... the evidence captured on video was undeniable.
The video clearly recorded Fang Zheng’s figure, and also caught the dical staff.
Although the dical staff didn’t see Fang Zheng walking down the hallway for various reasons, and Fang Zheng didn’t take the opportunity to attack them either... who could explain the actions of the ntally ill?
As for connecting the victims by identity... it was almost impossible.
The victims had no connection to each other.
So were patients, so were doctors and nurses.
Among them, so might have been internal dicine patients, and so were orthopedic doctors.
They probably had never even t, let alone known each other.
There was absolutely no link between them.
The only explanation... was that Fang Zheng’s ntal state suddenly beca abnormal.
Then he grabbed a knife and started killing, and finally committed suicide.
In other words, although this incident was bloody and sowhat bizarre in certain aspects, such as the doctor who fell from the fifteenth floor, aside from that, there were almost no flaws to be found.
Moreover, the police would not disclose such a terrifying event to the public.
At most, they would issue a notice saying the case had been solved and then archive it.
Every year, there were nine million deaths from various accidents and natural causes.
Although these seven people were murdered... no one would dig too deeply.
After all, the murderer had been found, the suicide note had been found, and for a ntally ill person’s killing spree... did a ntally ill person even need a reason?
The private hospital didn’t want the matter to blow up.
The police didn’t want it to blow up either.
Naturally, they would block the dia from reporting it.
Given ti, maybe a year or two later, this event would slowly turn into a casual topic of conversation.
Unsurprisingly, the incident made it online.
But... how many people truly understood what had happened?
Forget about the details.
Most people only heard that there was a ntal patient at the hospital who went on a killing spree.
Would the police tell people... the thods used in the murders?
Then a simple notice would be issued, and the matter would basically settle down.
The killer had been identified.
The suicide note served as a confession.
Although many news articles and discussions about ntal illness-related killings popped up online, once the buzz died down, these too would be buried under a sea of entertainnt news, disappearing into history.
Looking at the online discussions, I couldn’t help but shake my head.
What did they know??
There were even discussion posts about sothing called the "X Cult", claiming that Fang Zheng had previously joined it, speaking with apparent authority.
Netizens then started discussing the dangers of X Cult, ending with warnings to others not to be superstitious, and that was it.
The matter didn’t even make it onto trending topics before it was suppressed.
What could I say?
Could I say that this was caused by a ga APP?
Not to ntion that the APP prohibited from revealing anything about the ga, even if I were allowed to speak... who would believe ?
There was video evidence.
There was a suicide note.
If I spoke to the police or posted it online, the forr would send to a ntal hospital, and the latter would definitely invite for “tea” (questioning).
I didn’t want Liu Yunyan’s second uncle to personally co and bail out...
Seeing Aunt Zhao finish packing, the person who was coming to pick us up soon arrived downstairs.
I leaned on my crutch.
Aunt Zhao carried the suitcase.
We left the room together.
What left a deep impression on was not the corridor in the real world, but the corridor from the interdinsional space.
That place was rotten and decayed, and the entire space was filled with a strange sll.
Leaning on my crutch, I stepped into the elevator.
After going downstairs, I saw a car.
It was a BMW 740 Luxury Edition, with an on-road price of about 1.1 million yuan.
Although Gong Lianyu and Liu Wanqian were not short on money, they were still quite practical.
Despite having tens of billions in assets, they still drove this kind of mid-to-high-end car.
Of course, in Liu Yunyan’s mory, there were also a few luxury cars.
But those were mainly for reception and business purposes.
Simply put, they were for appearances.
Normally, they used cars priced between 500,000 and 1.2 million yuan at most.
"Young Miss."
Approaching was a tall woman in her early twenties, wearing light makeup and a gray business suit.
She was one of Gong Lianyu’s personal secretaries.
Searching through Liu Yunyan’s mory, I recalled her na and nodded.
"Thank you, Sister Sisi."
Wang Sisi, one of Gong Lianyu’s seven personal secretaries.
Among them, she was the one I saw the most.
When Wang Sisi first approached, she wore a polite smile.
But no matter how you looked at it, it was clearly a business smile.
However, when I called her "Sister Sisi," a look of astonishnt imdiately appeared on her face.
It was... an expression of complete disbelief, as if her worldview had been overturned.
Alright, I understood.
After all... the previous Liu Yunyan, with her princess syndro and spoiled attitude, would never have said sothing like "Sister Sisi", let alone "Thank you”.
Liu Yunyan... was indeed a little brat back then.
Ignoring Wang Sisi’s near ntal breakdown, I calmly walked past her.
I struggled to open the car door by myself and got into the BMW.
I glanced at Wang Sisi, who was still frozen in place.
"Don’t just stand there. Let’s go ho."
"Aunt Zhao, get in from the other side."
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