Deceitful Game

Chapter 206 Shen Yiqi's Pseudo-Personality

Chapter 206 Shen Yiqi's Pseudo-Personality

After about seven or eight seconds, the terrible dizziness gradually subsided.

Mingpo slowly straightened up, feeling that the edges of her vision were still turning black in circles, and the brightness of the whole world in front of her seemed to have been greatly reduced.

It felt like my phone's automatic brightness had been switched to the lowest setting.

Mingpo was even a little confused—whether it was because the surrounding environment was dark or because there was something wrong with her body.

Shen Yiqi stared at him for a while.

He didn't smile for the first time in a long time.

Bathed in a deep blue glow, the face that would have conjured images of a researcher or philosopher was now completely expressionless.

Like a doll, or a sculpture from ancient Greece. Its eyes have turned into those of a dead fish.

"You're going to die."

His voice was unusually flat. devoid of emotion, low and hoarse, it sent a shiver down Mingpo's spine.

The certainty in her words made Mingpo frown slightly, and she subconsciously turned her gaze over.

Even Mingpo himself wouldn't have been able to reach this conclusion so quickly if he hadn't known beforehand that he was about to die.

After all, this is a "spider game".

In this situation, the first reaction should definitely be, "When was I poisoned?"

"—Do you have a dual personality?"

Mingpo didn't respond, but instead covered her forehead and asked in a sharp tone, "Is it still a bipolar disorder?"

The worse her physical condition, the stronger Mingpo's aggression became.

He would never show his vulnerability in front of someone he doesn't know very well.

This might also be a kind of genetic code related to breathing —

Shen Yiqi gave him a deep look, then reactivated the "nanobot" and led the way.

He really seems like a completely different person—just seconds ago he was laughing and joking, and suddenly he looks like this.

In Mingpo's perception, Shen Yiqi's heart felt as if it had suddenly become empty.

—So that's how it is. Is it the price of the title? Or did I actively activate some effect?

Mingpo suddenly realized what was happening.

This may well be the way titles infiltrate and control those who deceive the world.

A cheerful person, as bright as the sun, now seemed like a widower, exuding a heavy, almost insane aura. It was as if a young anime scholar had suddenly transformed into a legendary "domineering CEO," creating a jarring sense of incongruity, as if asking, "Who are you?"

However, in this state, the fit with the title does become much better.

"----snort."

Mingbo stared at him intently, revealing an elegant and composed smile.

He also followed Shen Yiqi's example, gradually lowering his own personality and surrendering his body more to the control of the "Silent Lamb".

Mingpo's steps were no longer as sharp as a razor, but had become much more elegant and composed. Of course, her pace had also slowed down considerably.

He didn't explain what had happened to him, and Shen Yiqi didn't ask. They continued walking.

But this time, Shen Yiqi slowed down a bit.

Although it wasn't obvious, Mingbo could feel it.

—She's quite gentle, isn't she?

Cold on the outside but warm on the inside?

Aren't you going to ask me why I became like this?

After walking for a while, Shen Yiqi suddenly spoke up: "You won't even tell me what you've become."

"You can't help it."

Mingpo said leisurely, her tone calm: "If you want to be a riddle teller, I'll be a riddle teller with you. If we're all in a hurry, let's be in a hurry together."

"—You really don't suffer losses."

Shen Yiqi remained silent for a while, somewhat helpless.

He pointed to his temple: "This is the pseudo-personality I've created. Your Uncle Ma's ability."

"—My Uncle Ma?"

Which Uncle Ma am I?

Mingpo was taken aback.

"Mario," Shen Yiqi replied, "haven't you played his games?"

"—No, his surname is really Ma? I thought it was just a title."

"His nickname is indeed Mario, but he also really has the surname Mario."

Shen Yiqi slowly spoke: "In case of an emergency, it will automatically activate and instantly switch to a thinking mode with extremely strong perception and extremely fast reaction speed, so as to quickly gather intelligence and make decisions in emergency situations."

"This thing is quite useful. Once, I was framed and betrayed, and it was thanks to the simulated personality that I was able to instantly see through his plot and counterattack. Otherwise, relying solely on my own reaction, I definitely wouldn't have been able to react in time—I probably wouldn't even know how I died."

Chinese Chamber of Commerce — Is there really such a good thing?

Mingbo was amazed.

It sounds a bit like a beggar's version of a Dionysian shrine.

Using someone else's thought process directly—what's the difference between that and copying someone else's actions as a script when playing a game?

"If it's a pseudo-personality, shouldn't it have a prototype? Who are you imitating?"

Mingpo was genuinely interested in this.

"Your mother."

Shen Yiqi's words were concise and to the point.

"?"

"Your mother."

Shen Yiqi felt that this might be a bit offensive, so he used a more polite term: "Ms. [The Book of Sand]".

"—Does my mother have this kind of personality?"

Mingpo had some doubts: was there something wrong with her memory, or were they talking about different people?

My dad had an affair?

Mingpo remembered that her mother was very gentle and looked quite young. Apart from looking a bit like an older version of Kui Liang and a younger version of Nyarlathotep—she basically had the air of a college student.

There's no way she could be such a cold-hearted person.

"What's my mom's name?"

Mingpo asked with some doubt.

"I have no idea."

"You must know what she looks like, right?"

"I have no idea."

Shen Yiqi replied seriously and calmly, "I have never had contact with Ms. Sand Book. It's just that her pseudo-personality and memories are preserved with Mr. Mario."

Upon hearing this, Mingpo's demeanor suddenly changed.

"What do you think is wrong with her?"

Mingpo's voice lowered, like the growl of a wolf.

"I don't know," Shen Yiqi calmly gave a concise and insightful answer.

"He knows nothing when asked, but he keeps talking nonsense to keep you in suspense."

Mingpo was somewhat provoked.

Could it be that when Mingpo joined the Chinese Business Association, his mother didn't come to see him because—

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That's not important, Mingpa.

Shen Yiqi turned around.

At that moment, Mingpo suddenly stopped in her tracks.

He did indeed vaguely see the shadow of a person in Shen Yiqi's complex, deep blue pupils.

Shen Yiqi did indeed sense Mingpo's emotions.

"Everyone dies for a reason. Your reason, my reason, and her reason—there is no difference in essence."

Even if you knew the reason, could you change the outcome? I didn't ask you, and you shouldn't have asked me.

"It really can't change the outcome."

"Then there's no need to ask."

"Hehehe————"

Upon hearing this, Mingpo smiled again.

This time, he wasn't laughing out of anger, but rather feeling somewhat relieved.

"I see. No wonder you had such a dreamlike, naive idea—you're a results-oriented person."

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