57: Chapter 57 Logic is My Bullet

Before him lay a half-eaten piece of bread. Chen Mo's forehead broke out in a cold sweat, his breathing ragged.

"Sam, what's wrong?" His wife noticed that Chen Mo's expression was off.

"Whew… nothing, maybe I was in the air conditioning too long today, I have a bit of a headache." Chen Mo brushed it off casually.

As for the scene when the CG ended just now, Chen Mo himself didn't actually have much of an emotional reaction.

It was mainly the guy he was roleplaying; a wave of intense sorrow, as terrifying as a volcanic eruption.

The ending for Venus was tragic.

The moment the red cloth was lifted, a beautiful body floated on the water's surface.

Everyone thought it was a Magician's trick, but they had no idea that the young girl in the prime of her life would never open her eyes again.

Her eyes were forever veiled, having died at the hands of her most trusted partner.

Calming his emotions, Chen Mo looked up at Amy across from him, his eyes narrowing as suspicion grew.

Amy was resting her chin on one hand, and she even winked at him?

"I need to find a chance to talk to Amy alone; she might be the most crucial character in this entire dungeon."

"This dungeon is related to magic." Chen Mo felt he had grasped the direction.

[The progress bar has been accelerated. Many Children Many Blessings triggered the hidden plot directly because he killed the toy bear.]

[Vice Group Leader: That's not right, this kid is too lucky. No more than 10 players in total have ever entered this dungeon.]

[Vice Group Leader: You can only trigger the hidden plot if you kill the toy bear within 5 days.]

[So far, only 2 players have triggered the hidden plot: one is Many Children Many Blessings, and the other is Longevity Like Southern Mountain.]

[Longevity Like Southern Mountain? I remember this guy was one of the first batch of Thriller Game players, right? He was always a Myth-level figure, but unfortunately, he was killed by his teammates in a group dungeon.]

[Yeah, it's been 10 years, hasn't it? There hasn't been a Myth-level player like Longevity Like Southern Mountain since.]

[Many Children Many Blessings got an S-rank rating at No. 18 Hospital. I think he's the next one.]

[Let's hope so. Even a player like Longevity Like Southern Mountain only got an A-rank on Ocean Avenue.]

[The difficulty and complexity of this dungeon are too high. Players below level 10 can't possibly get an S.]

[If Many Children Many Blessings can get an A-rank, then he really might become the next Myth-level.]

[Many Children Many Blessings, come on! My arm depends on you.]

Seeing the messages in the Management Group, Chen Mo felt an indescribable sense of strangeness.

Longevity Like Southern Mountain?

To others, this might just be a simple birthday greeting for a sixty-year-old.

But for Chen Mo, this term had another meaning.

Because his father, who passed away 10 years ago, had the WeChat name "Longevity Like Southern Mountain."

And it wasn't just WeChat.

His dad's IDs on various social media accounts like "Douyin, Bilibili," etc., were all "Longevity Like Southern Mountain."

A bold idea suddenly sprouted in Chen Mo's mind.

Could it be... that this Longevity Like Southern Mountain the Administrators were talking about was his own dad?

"No! Impossible. Mom and Dad really did die in a car accident; it had nothing to do with the Thriller Game."

"That is an established fact."

Chen Mo went to the courtyard, sat on a wooden chair, and filled Sadi's bowl with dog food.

The evening breeze brushed against his cheeks, blowing through Chen Mo's curly golden hair.

Chen Mo built a fire with charcoal and roasted sausages over it.

"Hmm~ Brother-in-law's cooking skills seem pretty good. This shouldn't be an American way of grilling; it seems like a technique from China."

A female voice came from beside him. Chen Mo looked up.

He happened to meet Amy's gaze.

Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat, feeling a brief moment of surprise.

However, after the tempering at No. 18 Hospital, Chen Mo's control over his expressions had reached the point of ease.

He didn't show any signs of having a guilty conscience.

Amy picked up the slightly charred sausage directly and bit off half of it in one go.

She then put on an affected expression and laughed.

"Wow! Chinese starch sausages are just different. Unlike the American ones, the texture is terrible."

She said while eating.

"Brother-in-law, what did you see just now? Can you tell me?"

Chen Mo smiled, "From the very beginning, I felt you were very strange. You don't seem like a rebellious teenage girl."

"But more like a thief who wants to impersonate someone and sneak into someone else's house to steal things."

Hearing Chen Mo say this, Amy covered her mouth and giggled.

This laughter was quite unique.

It was like a female demon deceiving people in the mountains, bitchy and scheming.

"Heh, as expected of Sam. You really aren't a qualified Magician, but rather… a detective with keen intuition."

"My choice back then was correct; you could only be an apprentice." Amy thought to herself.

Listening to Amy's muttering, Chen Mo captured a key piece of information.

Sam was once a Magician, not a financial professional.

If nothing went wrong, in that luggage from when they moved...

There should be props related to magic inside.

But his wife was unwilling to let Chen Mo open them and had long since stacked all the luggage in the Basement.

Letting that luggage get covered in a layer of dust.

It seemed that opening that luggage would have some bad influence on their family.

"Have you and I known each other for a long time? I am a full 20 years older than you; I don't have pedophilia."

"Our identities shouldn't have intersected, right?"

Chen Mo was completely correct; even when Sam was 30, Amy would have been at most 10 years old.

"Sometimes eyes can deceive you, Sam. Isn't that just like magic?"

"A seemingly gorgeous and charming display is actually just a little trick conceived by the Magician."

"So… can you tell me? What exactly did you see?"

Amy bent over halfway, her long red hair, and fiery red lips.

Her lips were coated with a layer of brightening lip gloss, looking exceptionally eye-catching.

She was still wearing that thin camisole, and now, from a top-down perspective.

It successfully allowed Chen Mo to judge the size as B.

It belonged to just the right level, not in the same dimension as the E-cup Su Qing.

Her gaze carried a seductive meaning, as if, if Chen Mo could tell her, she would be willing to pay with something that all men wanted to get.

"I am a man who follows the principle of equivalent exchange. Since you threw that strange coin to me."

"That proves… you couldn't get information from obtaining that coin, but I could."

"So, the upper hand is mine."

"Miss Amy, since you want to know the information in the coin so much, it depends on my mood, doesn't it?"

"Tell me about my past, and your true identity."

Chen Mo's speaking speed gradually increased, mixed with explosive power, but more so, a kind of charisma.

Which made Amy, who had always controlled the rhythm, suddenly fall into silence.

Her eyes showed disbelief; she seemed unable to believe that the person in front of her could be so sharp-tongued.

"You are not Sam. Although Sam's logic is good, it hasn't reached such a perverted level."

"You pay great attention to detail."

"Fine, I can tell you some secrets, for example… who you really are."