Chapter 240
Chapter 240
“Go on. Slap me!”
The online viewers panicked at Liu Ye’s words.
“Why is he actively asking to die? Does he think he’s the Fire Cloud Evil God?”
“He probably has some ability, but only in his face. He’s dead this time. Nothing more to see.”
“Certified idiot.”
The reflection realized Liu Ye was serious and brightened. Liu Ye had asked for this. If he died, he could not blame the reflection!
It breathed into its palm, raised its hand, and slapped Liu Ye across the face.
“!!!”
The viewers watched the reflection hold up its own hand, drop painfully to its knees, and scream without sound.
Everyone fell silent.
Which of these two was the Fiend?
“Again!”
The Fiend in the mirror wanted nothing more to do with the game, but Liu Ye looked furious, and it did not dare refuse. It could only continue with a miserable expression.
It now hated gambling with every fiber of its being. Who had invented this awful thing?
“Rock, paper, scissors!”
Smack!
“Rock, paper, scissors!”
Smack!
“Rock, paper-”
Smack, smack, smack!
Ten minutes passed. Liu Ye’s face and neck had turned red with anger. He had not won a single round. With so many people watching, he was losing face. Could he not win just once?
The reflection lay on the floor, unable to rise. Its entire Fiendish body was beginning to dissipate.
Other Fiends would laugh themselves senseless if they heard. It was the first Fiend ever to beat itself to death by slapping someone else.
“Again!”
The reflection slowly raised its hand. Nothing mattered anymore. It had seen through everything. What was life? What was time? Was the self of this moment still the true self?
“Rock, paper, scissors! Yes!”
Liu Ye leaped into the air in excitement.
The reflection shot upright. It had won?
Tears streamed from its eyes. Wonderful! At long last, it had won!
Then it heard Liu Ye speak.
“Come on. Put your face forward.”
The reflection fell silent.
Damn it. It had forgotten that part.
The moment it stood, an enormous palm filled its vision.
In that instant, it remembered a certain saying.
“Have you ever seen a palm strike descend from the heavens?”
“I believe I have.”
Boom!
The mirror shattered into countless pieces. A shard sliced through the strap of Xiaoshuai’s mask, exposing his handsome face.
“Xu Fei? Wasn’t he wanted by the police?”
“Your news is outdated. The Zhao family withdrew the wanted notice. They said the whole incident was a misunderstanding. Still, he really is handsome.”
“Forget Xu Fei! Do you know who that rookie streamer is?”
The screen suddenly filled with countless exclamations. Confused viewers began asking questions.
“Who is he?”
People had found Liu Ye vaguely familiar during his earlier streams but could not remember where they had seen him.
“He’s the Human Nuclear Warhead! The Destroyer of Cities! Liu Ye!”
“Holy shit, it really is him! The Liu Ye who single-handedly set Huicheng’s economy back ten years.”
“I remember now! Isn’t he the one who sent Xu Fei to prison? How did they end up together?”
“He looks so ordinary that I didn’t recognize him.”
“If they’re together, this probably isn’t a simple livestream. Could they be carrying out a mission?”
The viewers instantly began drawing conclusions.
Xiaoshuai stepped forward and picked up something from behind the mirror.
It was a severed thumb, slightly shorter than normal.
“Wow, my family, look what we found! An important clue! Something serious must have happened here.”
Brother Biao came over. The prop looked astonishingly realistic. How much had the production spent on it?
He did not see the comments flooding the screen.
“Something really happened!”
“That idiot still has no idea.”
“Get out of the way! We want the Nuclear Warhead!”
“Nuclear Warhead!”
“Nuclear Warhead!”
“Nuclear Warhead!”
“…”
“Brother Liu, good news. You have a fan club now,” Xiaoshuai whispered after checking the phone.
“Really? What are my fans called? Leaves? The willows?”
He knew fan clubs often derived their names from the streamer’s name and eagerly awaited the answer.
“Neither.”
“Then what?”
“…World Nuclear Peace.”
Liu Ye fell silent.
Was this really a fan club? It sounded like some terrorist organization!
“Hey, give me that finger!” Brother Biao ordered Xiaoshuai.
It was a prop arranged by his crew, so naturally it belonged in his hands.
Xiaoshuai looked at him in surprise, then held out the severed thumb. Brother Biao snatched it and told Xiao Long to shine a light on it.
Xiao Long fell silent.
With no other choice, he looked pleadingly toward Xiaoshuai. Xiaoshuai merely smiled faintly and glanced behind him.
Xiao Long stiffened. Trembling, he directed the flashlight at the thumb.
Brother Biao studied it with a solemn expression.
“This thumb was probably cut off eight years ago… Huh? There’s a character carved into it. Xu.”
“Wow, Brother Biao, you can even tell how long ago it was severed? That’s incredible!” Liu Ye gazed at him admiringly.
“I may not look it, but I worked at a hospital before I became a streamer!”
If the hospital had not been blown up, he would never have become a paranormal streamer.
Still, this finger looked too convincing. It felt exactly like the corpses he had touched in the past.
Even the blood looked real and smelled foul.
Xiaoshuai had already been suspicious. The moment Brother Biao mentioned the character Xu, a thought struck him.
He had not participated in the Chongmen Island incident, but John had told him what happened when Wang Xu ambushed them.
…
“You mean the Liu Sibo who died back then was actually Wang Xu?”
“Exactly. The real Liu Sibo had a congenital deformity in his thumb. It was much shorter than normal. But when the Liu Sibo we encountered grabbed my throat, his thumb was long and perfectly formed.”
John rubbed his neck. He had noticed the discrepancy only afterward.
“But how did he do it? He was an ordinary student back then. How did he become what he is now?”
“I don’t know. He reportedly disappeared for a year. News of Liu Sibo’s death emerged afterward, but no one could discover where he had gone during that missing year.”
…
Xiaoshuai returned to the present as his phone began to ring.
“Hello?”
“I sent you the admission list from Huicheng Mental Hospital eight years ago. Liu Sibo’s name isn’t on it, but several patients were about his age. I marked them for you to investigate. I’ve also sent people to surround the hospital. But I’m not certain Wang Xu will come.”
John was speaking. He was watching the stream through the app, but that meant Wang Xu could certainly discover the same information. Would he truly allow them to uncover his past so easily?