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

Chapter 918 Artistic Video Performance

After the glass shattered, the huge human organ system seemed to sense the lifting of some kind of "restriction" and was preparing to move at an opportunity.

But soon...

The second piece of chalk hit the beating heart, immediately causing the huge heart to shrink into a ball.

Zao looked at Bifang in surprise, then walked to the next room where the cursed statue was placed.

She crawled through the hole in the glass that was large enough for one person to enter and exit, and the crow statue in her hand dispelled the darkness of the curse statue that was already overflowing and wriggling, as if the curse had materialized.

It's like a bright lamp that illuminates the darkness.

"It's really a big deal."

Potassium chloride sighed.

Everyone held their breath and looked at the algae, including Lin Yu on the ground, who also began to observe it quietly - anyway, everyone's attention was not on him now, so Lin Yu also bravely began to observe.

Zao quickly approached the statue, and with a light leap she jumped onto the statue's shoulder.

It might take a while for ordinary people to approach this statue, but as a "second-level" player who has no organizational background to back him up and has gotten involved in this mess, Zao obviously has his own support.

After all, this inheritance is in Kirishima.

And algae in Kirishima... can be described as a fish in the ocean.

And... they also did their homework for this time.

At this moment, the object in the statue's hand, which was inspired and emitting light from spiritual power, was lying there.

Zao took out another [prop] from his arms - it looked like a worn-out unicorn plush doll.

But as soon as this thing appeared, those "mental powers" stabilized again, as if this thing had some kind of "soothing" effect.

The light gradually faded, and Zao could see clearly what was in that thing's hand.

It was a square briefcase.

She jumped into the palm of the statue's hand, then picked up the briefcase and showed it to everyone.

"How about this—the Psychology Society, is that what it is?"

Demerol and Potassium Chloride both looked at Lacon, and Lacon nodded.

"Yes... This is the [briefcase] of the original 'Freud'. It's the [prop] he used to store other [props]..."

Although it is very convenient to access the [Item Space], in order to ensure that some persistent [Items] can always be effective and to prevent the situation where there is no time to "access" the [Items], some players will also use [Items] like "Backpacks" for storage.

Moreover... many of these [props] are made by the players themselves on behalf of the natives, and they often have various useful additional functions.

Of course, judging from the practices of the first generation of "Freud", this type of [prop] also has a very niche use - to leave a "legacy" and store it after one's death.

This briefcase has a combination lock on it and a four-digit combination wheel - this four-digit combination can be tried out by exhaustive search.

However, Zao still asked, "Do you have any idea about this password? Four pure numbers!"

Although this thing doesn't look very strong, Zao did not choose to dismantle it violently.

For a moment, no one from the Psychology Society spoke, seemingly absorbed in pondering the four-digit number that held special significance for the Shodaime.

However, Fu Luo spoke.

“What’s that default number now?”

Zao turned the briefcase and took a look. The number was currently set to 5656. Seeing this number, Zao didn't even need to report to Fu Luo, and immediately pressed the "unlock" button to try.

"Click."

With the sound of the lock snapping, the briefcase slowly opened a crack.

An even stronger "spiritual fluctuation" was emitted from inside - the spiritual power unique to the first generation "Freud" emanated, almost making people think that the first generation "Freud" himself was alive inside.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the briefcase.

Demerol, potassium chloride, Lacan, Nineteen, Tycoon, Bifang, Human Valley...

The seven of them even prepared for battle at the same time!

Ren Gu quietly gestured to Daheng and Bifang to "continue with the plan."

Nineteen also had several bottles of medicine clenched in his hands.

Lin Yu also increased his attention and kept a close eye on everyone.

Then...

The intense mental power lasted only a second before dissipating, vanishing like the inert gas in a bag of potato chips.

Zao opened the briefcase!

"Clap!"

An object fell at Zao's feet.

The seven people who were about to rush towards the cursed statue suddenly stopped where they were after seeing the contents of the briefcase and the fallen objects.

"what?!"

A look of horror crossed Lacon's face.

Inside the briefcase...

Empty!

"Where's the inheritance?! Isn't it here?!"

"Could that briefcase be the inheritance?"

"Is the original 'Freud' playing tricks on me?"

"Could it be that this guy did something?!"

Everyone was shocked and confused - even Zao, who opened the briefcase, was surprised.

She subconsciously picked up the object that fell at her feet. It was a...

Silver remote control.

However, there is only one button on it.

Zao frowned, hesitated for a moment, and then chose to press the button.

"call out--!"

The four screens in the area that had been dark lit up, causing Lacon to stand up straight immediately.

But then, the content of the picture made me relax a little and turned into doubt.

The image on the screen showed a thin man in a white coat with a somewhat gloomy temperament.

“‘Floyd’?”

"The first president?"

The doubtful voices of Lacan and Chlorpromazine sounded at the same time.

The man on the screen laughed.

"Hey, everyone. Whoever you are, you must have found the 'box' left behind by 'Freud,' right?" the man in the picture said, rubbing his face. "If you're from the 'Psychological Society' or know him at all, you almost made a mistake just now, didn't you?"

"Take a closer look—even though I did consciously try to imitate his look and even did some minor facial adjustments, there should still be a difference."

The man continued to talk to himself, then smiled again. "Of course, if you don't know Freud or my teacher, Mr. Zheng, just ignore what I said."

"In short, what I want to tell you is that I'm sorry, everyone, you're a step late. It's not your fault. After all, I am the most legitimate successor to Freud, and this legacy should belong to me."

"Aha, a step late is actually a bit polite. In fact, you're probably many, many, many steps behind... What a shame. I can even take my time and record a video for you right now." The man turned the recording device and shook it left and right. There was no one around him. "You haven't found any signs of coming here at all."

"Anyway—what I want to say is, regardless of whether the people here are from the Psychological Society or not, I want you to tell them for me—I know that the Psychological Society now has a new 'Freud,'" the man said calmly, "but I will take that title back. The name 'Freud' should belong to me, not him."

"before that……"

He raised the suitcase in his hand and put the strange purple crystal pendant inside around his neck.

"You may call me 'Schreber' for now."

When the video reached this point, everyone present was in disbelief and shock.

But as hard as it is to believe...

Lin Yu, lying on the ground, still received a large amount of "belief" flowing into his body.

While gathering his "belief" to enter the "Tower Scam", he observed the shocked expressions of these top experts from large organizations.

Afterwards, Lin Yu also admired his performance in the video.

"What an artistic performance... My performance was absolutely perfect!"