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 the current situation.
Wen Shi focused on the cat crying over the rat, and acted out a heartbroken expression: "Someone just interrupted the psychic's spell."
Lin Tianci walked over quickly: "Dad, don't listen to his nonsense."
Wen Shi, however, picked up a fruit knife and gestured randomly, making a protective gesture: "Stay away from father." He turned his head slightly and said: "Dad, all the stocks in the will belong to this person."
Mr. Lin loved money to his core. When he thought about the division of property in the forged will, he became furious.
Xiao Hua, who was standing by, crossed her legs, yawned and said, "I helped to find the psychic. They wanted 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 discovering this, other players also began to try to confuse right and wrong. However, talking at the same time had no effect at all and only made people feel noisy.
With Ayu around, it was difficult for them to get close, and he kept emphasizing off the court that he would also find a psychic and revive Grandpa Lin at all costs.
[Zombie]It only took thirty seconds. Wen Shi showed no signs of anxiety. He spoke from the perspective of Mr. Lin: "The medium is still waiting for the bill. Don't worry, I swear I won't ignore you after I get the property, otherwise I will be hunted down by demons and monsters forever."
There was not much time left, so Wen Shi swore an oath without much pain, and prepared to restart Grandpa Lin for the third time.
Five hundred points at a time. Just thinking of the price made the sadness on his face become 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. He finally felt completely relieved.
Compared to the empty assurances from his other children, the ready-made psychic and the person who 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 Master Lin said hoarsely to the lawyer, "and 10% of the bonds will be left to my lover Zhao Meili. If Lin Hejing abandons me after getting the property, all my property will be given to Zhao Meili."
Obviously, he wanted to use Xiaohua and Wenshi to restrain each other.
Xiaohua seemed to dislike the character's 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 chapter. 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 must be held accountable."
Mr. Lin's eyes became increasingly cloudy, and he repeated subconsciously, "Hold the responsibility."
One player reflexively shouted: "You are also committing the crime of insulting a corpse!"
Wen Shi smiled but said nothing. He would just let the zombies be sent back later anyway.
Thirty seconds are up.
Mr. Lin fell on the long table again, and the tabletop shook heavily. The strange black and red fluid in the corpse splashed in front of some 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 abnormally fast speed.
After Mr. Lin denied the authenticity of the will three times in a row, everyone except Wen Shi received a system prompt.
"All players please note that the plot line has deviated within a reasonable range."
"The previous will is officially declared void."
Until this moment, everyone realized how disgusting and deceptive the flexibility mentioned in the background of the story was. Even the will obtained in the mission could lose its effectiveness in an instant.
The lawyer fully represented the attitude of the game. After Mr. Lin spoke personally, he slightly adjusted his bow tie, changing his previous indifferent appearance.
"In order 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 had not spoken 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 best thing.
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 going to use the [Small 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 just left his hand, and the butler's bones seemed to be dislocated along with the "small steel egg". Half of his body was pulled backwards by an unknown force and bent unnaturally. A Yu came to his side and twisted his arm like a knot.
Amid screams, the props that slipped from his hands were swept toward the stairs by a gust of wind.
Boom!
There were crisp explosions, and the stairs between floors collapsed one by one.
The scorching air current made everyone's heart beat irregularly, and nearby players simply squatted down to avoid the wood flying in the air.
Crazy. Someone cursed inwardly.
A Yu fanned the black smoke in the air with his hand and said disapprovingly: "Young people are impulsive."
Wen Shi just recorded it indifferently, and the shooting angle was very tricky, deliberately not letting the corpse on the table appear in the shot. He didn't do any work these two days, and spent all his time finding NPCs to complain. At this moment, relying on the video, Wen Shi said to the lawyer: "The housekeeper has evil ambitions and wants to blow you to death."
When it comes to life safety, no matter how weak the NPC's mobility is, they will not remain indifferent.
In fact, even if there was no video recording, the lawyer had seen clearly who had thrown the miniature bomb. His eyes were terribly cold, and in just a few seconds, he had already figured out how to use all his life's knowledge to put the other party in jail for 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 outcome of the story was completely determined.
The game prompts are more ruthless than lawyers—
"The short story "The Battle for the Rich Family" has ended. Two successors were born in this game."
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 one's head and not falling for a long time is even more tormenting.
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 indeed desperate.
"He insulted the corpse, so he will 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 with the actions of others, especially the bomb-thrower, this level is nothing.
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 and asked, "Is the president of Wangcai Bank also in this instance?"
The housekeeper was startled.
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, and he didn't want to face a bunch of crazy people's mindless counterattacks, so he said calmly: "Everyone in this short story has an [identity], especially you are still criminals now, you need to cooperate with the investigation, whether you can leave the copy is not certain, but as long as you don't commit suicide, the game will not take your life 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 a chance to leave through a mission.
This statement is too paradisiacal. 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 all of you die overnight."
Wen Shi made up a few words and prepared to go to the other side to take the elevator upstairs. He released the zombie privately, and the latter brazenly stuffed the body back into the suitcase and started to transport it back under everyone's eyes.
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 took 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 into 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 looked at the box, thinking about how to save the host's life. The other party was able to successfully find Frank Hospital, which was much more capable than he imagined. If the host could stay in the hospital alive, with the premise of saving his life, it would definitely be a trump card to save his life when the 3S copy was launched in the future.
After thanking the lawyer, Wen Shi put away the box.
Without looking at the people in the room, especially Pei Hongxin, Wen Shi knew very well how much suffering the other party would suffer next. After he suffered for another night, Wen Shi was ready to throw him to a monster in the villa at random.
Dust returns to dust, let the past go with the wind.
When encountering danger in the future, let A Yu summon the soul and use Pei Hongxin's soul as a shield to protect himself one last time.
Fly away to death, my adopted son!
Thinking of this, Wen Shi took the elevator back to rest with a leisurely pace, but his actual mood was heavier than it looked.
After he has a good rest and opens the box, the real storm will probably come.
The first person to leave the dead silent hall was Pei Hongxin himself. The child was calm beyond his years and went 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 clearly that in this situation, there can be no transition zone.
"One third of your soul." The dark air surrounding the statue was more dazzling than the light. The devil proposed a terrifying soul exchange number and gave Pei Hongxin a reason that he could not 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 tone: "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 force.
Pei Hongxin chose it to trade at first because the price paid by Mr. Lin was not that high, just that his children were not his own. This seemed to be a not greedy evil god. This was indeed the case. When Pei Hongxin asked to know the destination of the will this morning, the other party only asked for one-third of the soul.
"good."
He finally decided to make another exchange.
·
Nightfall.
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 was instantly alert, considering whether to call his mother first or draw his sword.
A dark figure appeared across from the bed. The person had no intention of hiding his whereabouts. His businesslike attitude was even more direct than that of a lawyer: "The believer will give one-third of his soul in exchange for you never causing trouble for 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 for a moment without making a sound, 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 use 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. Once he reveals his true identity, he will be burned to death by the ghost children, and no one will adopt him in the future."
"… In this way, your revenge goal was achieved, the believer also left the story alive, I fulfilled my promise to you not to cause trouble for him, and I got his soul," the demon murmured, "Everyone got everything they wanted."
It charges low fees, so of course there are low-cost ways of doing things.
Wen Shi: “…”
Not to mention Wen Shi, even the barrage of comments were shocked.
[Patient No. 109: What the hell! Who is this demon? Let me post it so that everyone can avoid it! ]
[The starving ghost who became 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.]
(End of this chapter)