Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 1245 The Origin of Schreiber

Shenzhen’s airport is located in the bay on the westernmost side of the city. It takes a while to drive from here to the central urban area of ​​Shenzhen.

While Loquat Candy was driving the car, carrying the other members of Order towards their destination...

In the northeastern suburbs of Shenzhen, an area with the highest density of large industrial parks and various small and medium-sized factories, the figure of the "fortune teller" also appeared in the factory building of one of the factories.

Although it is already late at night, according to common sense, many of these factory workshops are still operating normally at night.

Workers need to work in three shifts, but machines do not - maintenance once or twice a month is enough.

But the factory where the fortune teller worked, although brightly lit, was silent at the moment and was not producing normally, revealing a strange atmosphere.

Factory dormitories, workshop production lines, offices, warehouse buildings...everywhere is empty, with only the most basic building framework left.

All the workers, products, and equipment seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

The fortune teller stood among the empty factory buildings, as if waiting for something.

A moment later, a woman with blue hair and a very neutral clothing style appeared beside him.

"Boss, you're here."

The fortune teller nodded. "After all, the time is almost here... 'Chestnut,' how's the progress on the things I assigned you to arrange?"

When questioned by the fortune teller, Li Zi confidently replied, "Don't worry, Boss. Our entire Deep City branch has been working day and night, and with the support and help of the 'Heavenly King', we've naturally arranged everything."

"But... is that thing really reliable? It's just some ordinary [tool]. Is it really like that guy said, that even 'Order' can't handle it?"

"I always feel that this is a bit unreliable... We've got a lot of people involved this time, what if something goes wrong?"

The fortune teller chuckled. "Those secretive guys use cunning and unpredictable tactics. Even I can't see through them. It's normal for you to harbor doubts."

"But it's precisely because of this that they're able to do this—after all, the methods possessed by regular player organizations are simply impossible to contend with 'Order'."

"The fact that they were able to operate undetected for so long under the nose of the 'Order' that practically rules the player community is itself a sign of strength."

The fortune teller said this and Chestnut nodded.

"I have no doubts about the capabilities of those mysterious guys, but they're so evasive and dodgy. What if they're helping Order sting enforcement?"

"Of course, this is the worst-case scenario, and it's almost impossible to happen... But if they just want to see us fighting 'Order' and profit from it, there's a chance they'll suddenly stab us."

Li Zi expressed his concerns.

As a senior member of the "Predators" and the branch leader of the Shencheng branch, Li Zi has experienced many betrayals and is naturally very sensitive to this matter.

The fortune teller shook his head and spoke in a calm voice.

"Don't worry. Although I can't guarantee that those guys will definitely stand on our side, at least right now... what they want to see more is the subversion of the 'order' and the complete destruction of the 'Player Mutual Aid Association'."

"What's more...if they really have other plans, I'm in Deep City, right?"

"Add to that 'King of Heaven' and the subsequent arrivals of 'Ayu' and 'Nineteen'. If they truly don't appreciate it... then I hope they actually have the courage."

There was a hint of coldness in the fortune teller's voice.

"Coincidentally, I'm not in a very good mood right now, and I won't be in a good mood for a long time to come."

Li Zi was a little surprised when he heard this: "Huh? Boss, why are you suddenly in a bad mood?"

The fortune teller whispered, "Baisha is dead—murdered by a madman on the way here."

"And he was killed right in front of me. Of course I wouldn't feel very good about it."

Li Zi was stunned after hearing what his boss said.

After realizing what he heard, Li Zi's breathing became much lighter.

After a long moment, Li Zi spoke cautiously, "So, Boss...whose family is the murderer from?"

The fortune teller said coldly, "I don't have any organization, but I have connections with the Psychological Society... I'll be posting a bounty directly within the Plunderers. You can notify the rest of the Deep City branch in advance."

"If anyone sees a thin, gaunt man calling himself 'Schreber,' skilled in psychic powers and hypnosis, not officially a member of the 'Psychological Society' but claiming to be the original 'Freud' descendant, and kills him or provides clues that allow me to locate him...you may choose any of my [tools] as a reward."

As the fortune teller spoke, Li Zi nodded. The magnitude of the reward reaffirmed the fortune teller's importance to this matter.

"I understand, Boss—if he really shows up, I and the other members of the Deep City branch will report it immediately."

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Ten kilometers away from the southernmost coastline of Shenzhen City, on a sightseeing cruise ship, "Floyd" sat on the deck, quietly feeling the sea breeze blowing in his face, as if thinking about something.

"Fonte", dressed in formal attire, came out and spoke as he looked at his own guild leader who was enjoying the breeze.

"Someone has been sent to handle Potassium Chloride's aftermath. 'Lacon' is currently recovering from his injuries, and he said he'd keep an eye on this matter while he's at it."

"Regarding 'Schreiber'... after your direct contact with him, how do you feel now?"

Floyd whispered, "His mental strength is almost the same as the original, and his appearance is somewhat similar, but... he is definitely not worthy of being called a 'successor'."

"He has absolutely no understanding of Mr. Zheng Jianshen's thoughts or his intentions. He acts without principles or logic, acting entirely on his own whims... And yet he calls himself 'Freud's successor', which is the ultimate insult to Mr. Zheng."

"I will never allow him to continue living - whether it's killing Potassium Chloride or pretending to be someone else, I will put an end to him with my own hands!"

Font listened to Freud's gnashing words, stroked his mustache, and asked cautiously, "Where did he learn his mental powers?"

"Could it be that he... deceived the first president, or took advantage of the first president's remaining will?"

"Impossible! Mr. Zheng will not be deceived by him," Freud said firmly. "Even if he has the remaining will, it is impossible!"

"However, his mental power is indeed strange... So," Floyd frowned, then relaxed as if figuring something out, "Yes - I get it!"

Freud's tone was excited, and he suddenly stood up from the deck like Archimedes jumping out of the bathtub.

"This must have been a 'trial' that Mr. Zheng had arranged before his death, specifically for me and the 'Psychology Society' after his passing!"