Life Game In Other World
Chapter 1382: Do You Believe the ’Truth’ According to Others? (Big - for Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 1382: Chapter 1382: Do You Believe the ’Truth’ According to Others? (Big Chapter for Monthly Tickets)

The dimly lit old living room, with simple decor, was illuminated as a woman with curly brown-golden hair quickly walked through the center of the room wearing a simple uniform.

This was a one-bedroom apartment, with old, yellowed wallpaper, dark floor tiles, and dim lighting—all clearly indicating the apartment’s ’age’.

Around the woman with curly brown-golden hair, several figures were swiftly rummaging through the room, taking photos, recording everything in the apartment.

"The place where this assassin lives is so simple," a young man commented, glancing around at the simple furniture and decorations, "This floor is so high, the elevator is broken, and we had to climb up one step at a time."

"This is the house he rented, just a temporary residence," said another middle-aged man who was lifting a sofa cushion casually, "He rented this place for the purpose of assassinating the President, it’s just a temporary residence, there’s nothing to be particular about."

"Do you think that assassin will come back?" a female voice interjected nervously.

"Highly unlikely; at this point, he should be evading capture across the city. This rental house is too conspicuous, it would obviously fall under our control," said the middle-aged man beside the sofa, lowering the cushion slowly, "This is a rented place, not his home. He wouldn’t come back to trap himself for a rented house."

"If he comes back, won’t we get a big surprise?" a young man beside him joked.

"Stop dreaming, and quickly gather the clues," the middle-aged man said, glancing at the back of the woman with curly brown-golden hair who had already walked through the living room towards the bedroom, and quickly added, "The director said there’s something off about those who came this afternoon, we have to collect the key evidence before them, there are still a lot of things to do later."

While her colleagues were ’chatting,’ the woman with curly brown-golden hair had already entered the ’bedroom’ of the entire apartment.

The bedroom was very simple, with a large bed, a clothes hanger that could barely serve as a ’wardrobe,’ and a slightly old, metal bedside cabinet that looked like a small file cabinet.

The window of the room was closed, and inside the room, there was a faint but pungent smell of mildew.

This is the characteristic scent of old houses; staying in such an environment for a long time can easily lead to fungal infections, but many people cannot afford professional mold removal services and thus just let it develop.

However, despite being old, this bedroom was thoroughly clean.

The floor was neat and clearly had just been mopped shortly before the owner left.

The bedding on the bed was neatly arranged without any noticeable wrinkles.

The floor had no fine water stains left by a robotic vacuum cleaner, and there was no robotic vacuum cleaner in the house; the house’s owner seemed to favor doing things personally.

The woman approached the metal bedside cabinet, where an old, slightly yellowing photograph was placed.

The background of the photo was an endless wasteland; in the right lower corner of the wasteland, some man-made structures that seemed to be tents could be faintly seen. In the center of the photo stood a slightly nervous young man hugging a woman with a gentle smile.

The two people in the photo didn’t seem accustomed to facing the camera, appearing slightly reserved.

They both were very young, standing amidst the vast wasteland, sunlight shimmering in their eyes.

The woman opened the bedside cabinet, which almost contained nothing, only two smart bracelets, with their packaging not even opened.

Ding—

At that moment, the communication device next to the olive shield badge on the chest of the woman with curly brown-golden hair suddenly emitted a piercing alarm sound; she quickly picked up the communicator and connected it speedily.

"Director!" a slightly panicked voice rang from the other side of the communicator, "Our defense has been breached, they broke in!!!"

"Don’t panic," hearing the words from the communicator, the woman turned around swiftly heading towards the living room, while saying quickly, "Who broke in? Is it that assassin? Did he come back?"

"No," the other end of the communicator paused before a slightly hoarse voice replied, "It’s drones...lots of drones...and people, wait, they’re heading towards you..."

Bang—

Almost as the words ended, a loud sound of shattering glass echoed in the living room.

The woman with curly brown-golden hair, who had just stepped out of the living room, raised her head, looking towards the window.

A dense ’buzz buzz—’ sound reverberated throughout the living room, as a swarm of drones flooded into the cramped room like a swarm of bees.

"What on earth is this?"

"Drones, where did these drones come from?"

"Wait, these are from those people who came this afternoon...?"

The staff members around immediately crouched behind sofas, TV cabinets, and other cover, drawing Gauss pistols from their waists, pointing them at the drones hovering in the air.

Standing amidst the dense swarm of drones, the woman with curly brown-golden hair wore a cold expression.

A drone with red glowing lights hovered in front of the woman, its shimmering light scanning her body unabashedly, and after a brief pause, a mechanical voice sounded from the drone, "Vigina, Denno City Federal Bureau of Investigation’s branch director."

The drone paused for a moment, then slightly retreated and projected a document, "Director Vigina, we are now taking over this area; please proceed to the specified location to cooperate with the City Police Bureau in personnel screening and interception."

"Since when do you have the authority to command the Federal Bureau of Investigation?" Hearing this, Vigina’s face turned completely cold.

Faced with Vigina’s questioning, the drone remained still, responding mechanically, "Based on Ains’ authorization, we have formed an emergency investigation team. In the investigation of the presidential assassination case, the Denno City’s Federal Bureau of Investigation branch should cooperate with the emergency investigation team’s work."

The scarlet glow flashed in front of the drone as it ’gazed at’ Vigina and the Federal Bureau of Investigation agents holding Gauss pistols behind her, "Please cooperate with our work, otherwise we have grounds to suspect you might be colluding with the assassin and will take corresponding actions."

"What did you say?" Upon hearing the drone’s words, Vigina froze for a moment, her tight chest heaving lightly, and she whispered angrily.

Around her, the Federal Bureau of Investigation agents also aimed their firearms at the drones hovering in the sky.

The dense swarm of drones began to lower slowly, revealing deep-set miniature cannon muzzles.

The entire living room suddenly fell ’quiet,’ with nothing else heard except for the abrasive buzz of the drone’s mechanical operations.

Click—

And amid this bizarre ’silence,’ a slight sound of a key being inserted into the lock, rotating the cylinder, echoed faintly.

Upon hearing this sound, everyone and machine in the living room paused slightly, turning their ’views’ towards the door.

Under their gaze, the door was slowly pushed open, and a blood-soaked figure appeared slowly behind it.

The figure carried a wooden-handled rifle on his back, his skin dark, build broad and upright, face sharply sculpted; his body exuded a unique aura, carrying both leadership qualities and the semblance of a fierce beast in the wilderness.

Simultaneously, he bore a hint of solitude and gloom.

Like a lone wolf that had lost its pack.

"Visitors?" He Ao glanced at the drones and the crowd inside the room, his expression calm.

Moli’s body had been hidden by him in a corner by the roadside, after taking Moli’s Gauss pistol, he had returned ’home’ alone.

With his words, the entire living room once again fell into an unusual silence.

Upon witnessing this, He Ao shook his head, stepped forward slowly, fully entering the room, "Don’t be shy, feel free to find a place to sit."

In an instant, purple-tinged smoke suddenly erupted from beneath the drone at the center of the room, enveloping the entire living space.

In that moment, He Ao used Divine Sense to isolate himself from the smoke.

This abrupt change made Vigina pause briefly, then she suddenly realized something, and quickly shouted, "Anesthetic—"

But before she could finish speaking, a strong drowsiness overwhelmed her, her eyelids heavy as mountains draped down, her body losing strength, beginning to fall backward.

Around her, the Federal Bureau of Investigation agents had long been lulled into sleep by the smoke.

Vigina strained to look towards the doorway; before losing sight completely, she only saw the man standing at the entrance looking up at the drones swarming like a hive in the sky.

Boom—

Furious flames accompanied by deafening explosions ignited in the living room, filling the small space with radiant fire waves.

Vigina fell to the ground, her body completely powerless, her vision inundated in darkness.

She gritted her teeth, struggling to mobilize the strength of her body to force herself to ’wake up’.

But all this effort only caused a faint ’sound’ to echo once again in her ears.

It seemed like the sound of flames exploding, the sound of drones burning, accompanied by the rustling of metal pieces hitting the ground.

Following that, came a rapid sound like water spraying, it seemed the living room’s sprinkler system had activated.

Cold water droplets fell like a sudden rain from the ceiling, extinguishing the scorching heat brought by the explosion.

Amidst this chaotic sound of water, Vigina vaguely heard some other indistinct noises.

It was as if a sharp knife was slicing through flesh, followed by the sound of some kind of metal object being pulled out from the flesh.

Bang——

Then came a crisp sound of metal hitting the ground.

At that moment, Vigina realized what it was—a bullet, a metal bullet.

The person was extracting the bullets that had shot into their body.

Throughout the entire process, she only heard the sound of metal cutting through flesh, the collision of metal, but not a single groan from a human.

This guy, how terrifying.

Bam... bam... bam...

Before she could react, the sound of metal hitting the ground rang out incessantly.

The other party’s movements were extremely fast, so fast that the bullets seemed like marbles being scooped out of a jar, clattering to the ground.

If not for the distinct sound of blades cutting through flesh, Vigina would almost have thought these were the sounds of marbles.

But clearly, they weren’t.

Three... four... five...

Every time a bullet fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, Vigina would note its number.

There were a total of thirteen, with three of them seeming to be specially made bullets, larger than the others, their sound upon hitting the ground was not a crisp ’clink’, but a bit muffled.

Once all thirteen bullets were fully extracted, Vigina heard the slow footsteps and the rustling of water.

It seemed to come from the bathroom.

Soon, the sound of water from the bathroom abruptly stopped, then came more slow footsteps, the sound of an iron bedside table opening and closing, and the rustling of clothes being put on.

At this moment, Vigina finally felt she regained partial control of her body. She struggled to open her eyes and propped herself up.

The falling raindrops had dwindled, landing on her pale cheeks, wet strands of hair clung to her face, blocking part of her field of view.

She looked toward the bedroom direction.

The tall figure was slowly walking out from the bedroom, the previously torn clothes had been changed to a set of light, dark green casual wear, the rifle once strapped to the back was now holstered cleanly and slung across the back.

The figure seemed not to notice the struggling Vigina, walking straight past her.

"Pa...xiu..." Vigina arduously propped herself up, turned over, raised her head, looking at the figure slowly walking towards the window, "There’s still time to turn yourself in, don’t keep making mistakes..."

He Ao opened the window, sat by it, backdrop to the silhouette-like city skyscrapers under the night, turned his head, gazing at Vigina on the floor, the gentle night breeze brushing against his damp hair.

He gazed at Vigina, observing that face, as if recalling something, he softly asked, "Do you believe the ’truth’ others tell you?"

Vigina was slightly stunned.

Thud, thud, thud——

Just then, hurried footsteps came from outside the door, then a team of fully armed black shadows rushed in from outside the door.

Their gaze didn’t linger on Vigina at all, instantly turning their sight towards He Ao sitting by the window.

He Ao smiled, gazing at these people, then he slightly leaned back, flipped over the window, and descended from the high building.

The leading black figure rushed to the window at once.

But when he looked down, all he saw below was a glowing street, and the shimmering neon city skyscrapers.

The figure had vanished completely into the darkness.

The leading black figure immediately picked up the walkie-talkie on his chest, quickly said, "Seal off all surrounding streets, conduct a thorough search, he can’t have gotten far."

Buzz——

Accompanied by a piercing sound, a swarm of buzzing drones flew in from the edge of the sky, surging in all directions.

And in the back, Vigina watched all this, she turned over, lay on the ground, allowing the raindrops from the ceiling to drop, one by one, onto her cheeks.

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Rooftop terrace

Buzz——

The piercing buzz grew from far to near, passed over the sky, then gradually receded.

He Ao leaned against the narrow iron shed, quietly listening to the distant drones.

Many animals in the wilderness build two dens in the same place, when returning to the nest, they pass through a false nest to reach the real one.

The animals tracking them, stay in that false den.

Hunters in the wild often make two ’temporary camps’, one looks real, but is a fake camp, another looks no different than surrounding shrubs, used for emergency shelter.

And the space He Ao was in now was the ’safehouse’ Paxiu prepared for himself.

A piece of iron casually placed on the rooftop, the space inside could only accommodate a person curling up, but the iron was lined with special material to block drone scans and cover life traces.

Though extremely simple, it was also very ’natural’, so natural it would hardly arouse any urban resident’s suspicion.

He Ao had just made a fake move, hadn’t really jumped down, instead directly went up, entering this narrow ’safehouse’.

He Ao lowered his head, looking at the new bracelet on his wrist.

Moli once advised ’Paxiu’ to buy several bracelets, establish multiple virtual identities online, to avoid being tracked.

But Paxiu wasn’t used to this, though he bought two new bracelets, he never used them.

When Paxiu was captured, his original bracelet was taken off, so He Ao came back and dismantled a new bracelet in passing.

Now this bracelet had logged into a site from He Ao’s memory, inputting a one-time account and password.

After a brief pause, He Ao slowly spoke, "Hello, Eve."

"Hello, K."

A familiar gentle female voice rang in He Ao’s ear.

After briefly setting a few operations, He Ao leaned against the wall, gently closing his eyes.