637: Chapter 637: The Death Ga You Can’t Quit 637: Chapter 637: The Death Ga You Can’t Quit “You’re a wanted criminal?” Han Fei’s tone bore not a hint of surprise, he strained to coax a smile, but failed completely, “What a coincidence, I’m being chased by the police too.”
“Why are you so comfortably chatting with while bound in chains?
Do you have so sort of special fetish?” Li Guo’er pulled out a knife from her bag and pressed its tip against Han Fei’s chin, “I can tell you very clearly, I have never t you before; you might have mistaken for soone else.
But since you were willing to save , I won’t kill you.
Just stay put here, and once I’ve gathered enough Paradise Points to leave, I’ll let you go.”
“What exactly are these Paradise Points you keep talking about?” The day Han Fei went to Paradise, he saw Fu Tian holding a Paradise Point Card with many stamps on it, but no matter how he looked at it, it seed like sothing to fool children with, how could adults possibly fight to the death over such a thing?
“I also didn’t believe in their existence until sothing happened…” Li Guo’er sat across Han Fei, crossing her legs, “I used to work for a ga company.
After going through so very painful events, I chose to resign.
Coincidentally at that ti, our departnt’s ga beca a huge hit, and the company distributed a lot of money to us.”
“Money didn’t hold any attraction for ; I always felt a void inside , as if it could never be filled, so I wanted to try sothing new to reawaken my life.”
“But before I could decide on a new goal, the police ca knocking at my door, suspecting of planning a kidnap and murder case involving a renowned Big Shot in this city.”
The sweet expression on her face slowly faded, and Li Guo’er toyed with the knife in her hand, “But in fact, I have no recollection of it, how could I, a re office worker, possibly be involved in a kidnapping?”
“I tried to explain myself in every way, but the situation developed in an increasingly unfavorable direction for , I felt like soone was targeting .”
After listening to Li Guo’er, Han Fei found it hard to understand, “What does this have to do with Paradise Points?”
“By that ti, I had cried out to Heaven and Earth to no avail, having already lost the most important things, and now being falsely accused, my life was slipping deeper into despair.
It was after the last interrogation, when the psychological pressure was too much for and I broke down, that very night I wanted to leave this world with him, but a strange person found , he said that if I could participate in this ga, I could forever escape despair and recover all my regrets,” said Li Guo’er, all smiles gone from her face.
“Why does your story sound so familiar to , it feels like I have experienced sothing similar,” Han Fei said with a bewildered look, “What did this strange person look like?”
“He wore a smiling face mask, claid he could see the future, and said he could help all those who were in the deepest despair,” Li Guo’er finished speaking and then looked at Han Fei, “At first, I didn’t take his words to heart, after all, he looked just like you, a Madman whose brain doesn’t work quite right, but what happened later changed my mind.”
“What happened later?”
“He gave an invitation to Paradise and a mask, and then he left.
Not long after he left, I was stalked and followed by a madman; I didn’t know the person, but he wanted to kill !” said Li Guo’er, her fingers caressing the knife’s tip, “Whether I wanted to participate in the ga or not, it had already begun.
If I didn’t want to be killed, I had no choice but to figure out a way to strike back.”
“I still don’t quite understand.” Han Fei had lost all mory, but occasionally, the words Li Guo’er said would spark like flints lighting up his darkened mind.
“Simply put, we might both be trapped in an inescapable death ga.
Only the most desperate are qualified to enter this ga, and its ultimate reward should be a way to help us escape our despair,” Li Guo’er’s gaze also turned cold, “As for the process of the ga, it’s a bit bloody and cruel.
Killing another participant is the safest way to earn points.”
“Killing is the safest way?
What are the other thods to earn points?”
“Ghost hunting.” Li Guo’er’s face was drained of color.
She was very beautiful, but now she looked sowhat frightening, “I don’t know if ghosts exist in the world; they say that those who know the answer have all been killed.”
“Ghosts?” Han Fei thought of the scripts in his room; ninety-nine scripts like ninety-nine true ghost stories, “Has anyone gained points through this thod?”
“Yes,” Li Guo’er said with certainty, “All the amusent facilities in the Paradise Park have point boards next to them, most of which record visitors’ scores, but at midnight, a special point board randomly appears in the park, listing the numbers and scores of all the Desperation Ga participants.
I once saw it; at that ti, there were thirty-two participants, and the top scorer had ninety-nine points.”
“Is it possible that he had killed ninety-nine players?”
“There weren’t that many participants altogether, so he must have successfully caught ghosts!” Li Guo’er leaned against the wall, “With a hundred points, you can fulfill a wish, escape despair forever; I don’t know if he ever got that last point.”
“The ga hasn’t ended, so he probably didn’t succeed.” Han Fei’s brow furrowed; the number ninety-nine was special to him.
He had carved ninety-nine wounds on his arm, written ninety-nine scripts as a playwright, and now he heard that the forr top ranker had amassed ninety-nine points, “Is it possible that I was that top-ranked person, or that I had achieved it once?”
Hearing Han Fei’s words, Li Guo’er rolled her eyes dramatically, her face speechless, “You doubted I liked you when we first t, and now you’re saying you’re the top-ranked player?”
“Just a feeling.”
“Then you’re feeling quite good.” Li Guo’er had no intention of killing Han Fei; she put Han Fei’s backpack on the table and took everything out of it.
The cat, covered in scars as if pieced together, also lay on the table, pitifully quiet, hardly daring to make a sound.
“Really no invitation?” Li Guo’er searched several tis, eventually only finding a white smiley face mask.
“Can you describe what the invitation looks like?
Maybe I can rember sothing,” Han Fei didn’t sense any threat or fear from Li Guo’er, so even now, bound by chains, he remained composed, preferring to be imprisoned here laughing rather than crying in that unfamiliar ho.
“The invitation is a pure black card, and from different angles, you can see different texts, which include your number.
Holding it allows you to enter the park at night and see different things,” Li Guo’er pondered for a mont before adding, “Only those with an invitation can participate in the nightly Ghost Hunting Ga and the Parade of Hundred Ghosts before dawn.”
“After killing others, is it necessary to obtain their invitation to get their accumulated points?”
“The points in the invitation cannot be transferred; each invitation only counts as one point,” Li Guo’er was not inherently murderous; most of the ti, she just took the opponents’ invitations which, for so players, might feel even worse than being killed.
“Such a scam of a ga.”
“This Desperation Ga does not encourage players to kill each other; it hopes everyone will cooperate in ghost hunting.
But human nature always brings ‘surprises,’ and when a shortcut exists, soone will definitely take the risk to try it,” Li Guo’er yawned and casually flipped through the scripts in Han Fei’s backpack, “Were you a playwright before?”
“I suppose both a playwright and an actor,” Despite being locked up by Li Guo’er, Han Fei’s heart gradually cald down, this private cell providing a rare sense of security, “Thank you for talking so much with .”
“You’re thanking ?” Li Guo’er herself felt surprised, “Do you really have this kind of interest?”
“I don’t rember,” Han Fei shook his head, his amnesia making many things uncertain, “It’s been a long ti since I talked this much, I don’t dare to casually interact with others.
I feel like they all want to kill .”
With his head bowed, Han Fei stared at the dense scars on his arm, “I usually only talk when I’m alone.”
“If others kept spouting nonsense to like this, I would have stabbed them by now.” Li Guo’er closely observed Han Fei, “Never mind, you really don’t seem to be pretending.”
“I must have also owned a knife, a knife that had no blade.”
“Enough, enough, stop rambling,” Li Guo’er sat back down at the table.
Inside, she felt a bit strange; it was their first eting, yet she wasn’t too repelled by Han Fei’s words, as if they had been friends before.
Thinking of the word “friends,” so very unpleasant mories surged up in Li Guo’er’s heart.
She decided not to think about those things and focused on the script that Han Fei had written.
In a dimly lit underground prison, a man, a woman, and a cat spent a tranquil night.
The next morning, Han Fei slled a fragrant scent and sleepily opened his eyes.
“Your nose is pretty sharp,” Li Guo’er sat in front of Han Fei, “Do you have so problem?
I’m holding you captive here, and you slept so deeply last night?
I even had my knife at your throat, and you didn’t react at all?
Isn’t that a bit disrespectful to ?”
“Ever since I woke up in the hospital, I haven’t slept normally; I’ve always been drugged into sleep.
Outside, I constantly feel panic and unease, only here do I feel at peace.”
“I won’t argue with anything you say,” Li Guo’er ate the food she cooked while sitting at the table, and Han Fei just watched her.
“No way?
No way?
You don’t still want to eat the food I cook, do you?” Li Guo’er noticed Han Fei’s gaze, “Do you really not think of yourself as an outsider?”
“I have a special craving for at.
If you can provide with enough at, I can tell you so information,” Han Fei directly stated his partial conjecture, “The stories recorded in these scripts might all be real, each script probably represents a ghost.
If you want to quickly earn points, you can use my script to go ghost hunting.”
“Are you showing your true colors now?
Are you purposefully wanting to go to those places and then get killed?” Li Guo’er raised an eyebrow, looking more adorable without her glasses.
“I just want to eat at,” Han Fei’s look was utterly innocent; he genuinely just wanted to eat at.
After a mont of hesitation, Li Guo’er nodded slightly, “Okay, I’ll trust you this once.”
She got up and left, and half an hour later, she ca back into the basent with a plate of cumin lamb, “Eat up, and tell , which script makes catching a ghost easiest?”
Slling the at, Han Fei’s stomach growled.
He ate the lamb voraciously, and the plate was quickly emptied.
Looking at the empty plate, Li Guo’er swallowed her saliva, “That was the at I planned to eat for a week; do you have a monster living in your stomach?”
“I might still prefer pork, especially pig heart,” Han Fei licked his lips, “There’s always sothing missing in the at you cook; I rember the most delicious at I had contained dangerous elents.
Each bite lingered between heaven and hell.”
“Maybe I should just send you to the ntal hospital, they have good food there,” Li Guo’er was sowhat displeased.
She brought all the scripts to Han Fei, “Tell , which script is the safest?”
“The script only tells you that a ghost exists and gives you so hints, this has already greatly reduced the difficulty, allowing you to choose a target.”
“So you an to say, you don’t even know yourself, right?”
“I forgot,” he replied.
Li Guo’er picked up the sharp knife, then slowly put it down, “In gratitude for your kind rescue, I’ll trust you once.”
She hid the sharp knife well, morized the text from one of the scripts, and then left alone.
“Be careful, ghosts are not the sa as people.”
After Li Guo’er left, Han Fei sighed softly.
Though everything felt familiar, he could not rember anything, which pained him greatly.
“ow…” The injured cat, which had recovered quite a bit after a night’s rest, ran out of the cardboard box prepared by Li Guo’er and ca to Han Fei’s side.
The ugly-cute head rubbed against Han Fei’s leg; the nine black patterns on its body were gradually becoming clearer as though forming so kind of pattern.
“Are you really the cat I raised?” Han Fei looked at the pitiful kitten, “You seem to recognize , but I’ve forgotten you.
Did I give you a na before?”
Counting the patterns on the cat, Han Fei suddenly blurted out a na, “Little Eight?
Is that you?
Were you called Little Eight before?”
Hearing this na, the cat beca happy and started rolling on the ground.
“It really was that na?
But why would I na a cat with nine patterns ‘Little Eight’?”
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