As a player, can you be normal?

Chapter 12 The Truth Doesn't Matter
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The moment the task completion prompt appeared, everyone returned to the train.

The four people were seated in the same order as before getting off the bus.

Li Nuo lowered his head, and a light blue transparent panel popped up in front of him:

[Task rating: B (the real murderer was not found)]

[Gift gold coins: 220]

[The rewards have been sent to the mailbox, please check after returning]

"How...how did you solve the case?" Suddenly the ponytail man Jack's voice sounded.

Li Nuo raised his head. Everyone still maintained their image of being on task.

He didn't express too many doubts. Maybe this was just a way for players to exchange experiences with each other.

Jack, the pony-tailed man, said again: "I was just a little bit close... The murderer is someone from within the police station, for sure, but how did you run in front of me!"

Li Nuo said: "People should look forward and not dwell on the past."

He squeezed over and got closer to Li Nuo. The tips of their noses were almost touching. The remaining light of the setting sun outside the window lit up the gap between the tips of his noses.

"Please, I want to know the truth!"

In reality, Jack is a woman, a female detective...

[Players are not allowed to fight with each other on the train, and violators will be subject to special penalties]

She wants to hit me?

Li Nuo glanced around, and the eyes of the other two people were full of resentment.

In fact, it doesn’t matter if you say it.

"If one day a patient in a mental hospital comes out of the hospital and tells you that the world is a game and you are an NPC, what should you do?"

Jack said: "Send him back to the mental hospital and increase the potion."

Li Nuo laughed: "He used a rubber band to break down your window? Is he so cruel?"

"Hurry up and say it!!!"

"Don't worry..." Li Nuo waved his hand and said with a smile: "If a mental illness tells you that you are an NPC in this game world, there is only one thing you have to do, beat him and tell him that I am the BOSS."

"Then...what does it have to do with this case...?" Jasmine asked hesitantly.

"Thinking about it, the BOSS of this case is the murderer. I become the murderer. Killing myself means killing the BOSS and passing the level~" Li Nuo clapped his palms, then spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders: "Isn't it very simple! "

Chris, who played the role of the old man, was stunned and asked with concern: "Then you killed someone?"

"No, I haven't had a fight since I was a child. How can I do something as difficult as killing someone...Besides, some people will have the will to struggle before they die. How can I, being so thin, defeat such people? What should I do if I get killed?" Li Nuo's tone sounded a little ashamed.

He paused and said, "The correct thing to do is, in the alley opposite the police station, draw an inverse cross on the ground according to the scene in the file photo, pretending to be a cult, and then find a brick as the murder weapon... "

Jack suddenly said: "Excuse me, why Banerzhuan?"

Li Nuo said: "No reason. Judging from the way the deceased died, they died with nine different weapons, but there were no bricks."

The old man Chris lowered his head and said thoughtfully: "It makes sense... Banerzhuan is the universal language..."

Li Nuo nodded in approval: "Yes, if there is a No. 11 weapon, it should be the groundhog."

"Okay, let's continue talking..." Jack hesitated: "Then...you take the bricks..."

Li Nuo explained calmly:
"I stopped a kid who had just finished school. The kid wore glasses as thick as bottle caps. He looked very honest and tough. I pulled the guy's collar to the spot where the foreign symbols of the cult were painted, and asked him He called the police, and then started hitting him with bricks, and then I was arrested. Finally, I put everything on myself, everyone got the stolen goods, and the case was solved."

Jack shook his head: "But... this method is clearly a gamble and cannot be used as a regular method at all... The truth has not been cracked, and the only answer is not the correct answer, can it be considered as passing the mission?"

While he was talking to himself, he raised his eyes and looked at Li Nuo again. The smiling expression on the other person's face made him feel confused.

"There is only one truth, and that is the officially recognized truth."

Li Nuo's explanation ends here.

But the other three people present were still left with a question - was he telling the truth?
If he didn't tell the truth, it meant that he either found the murderer from another direction, or... he really killed someone.

However, things are not that complicated.Li Nuo told the truth, but he didn't tell everything.

In fact, the policeman who entered the conference room to assign the task at the beginning had already told them a route to solve the task.

The policeman said, "You can do whatever you want, but the iron cage that restricts your freedom is downstairs."

See, two elements in one sentence: Do whatever you want, go to jail—you can do whatever you want and go to jail.

Considering that the police are only given a small amount of time to respond to their superiors, what they need is not the truth, but answers to help them get through the difficult situation.

So it doesn't matter who the murderer is.

What matters is who killed the mayor's daughter.

As long as someone dares to come forward to take this responsibility and provide evidence that can convince the authorities, it will be over.

Of course, no one here should be able to understand him...

After all, it is indeed rare for people like him to analyze the personalities of fellow players by acting as missionaries...

Players have to hide themselves well in the real world, so there is no talking all the way.

……

When Li Nuo opened his eyes again, he was back in the subway. Looking at the passengers around him, his tense heartstrings relaxed.

At this time, there is only one thing in my mind: you can succeed if you step out of the frame...

A few hours later, I checked myself out at the hospital.

Because I was hungry, I randomly found a noodle restaurant.

An old electric fan hung from the ceiling hummed.

Li Nuo stared at the TV in the corner above the cashier. A piece of news was being broadcast on the screen:
"Let's look at the international news."

"Today, the cult serial murder case in Blue Eagle Country has been solved. It is reported that the suspect was discovered by the police while committing the crime and was arrested on the spot."

"The suspect, Hauge Jones, is a staff member of a private detective agency. He has a history of drug abuse and drug trafficking. He has been arrested by the Cairo Branch of New Nottingham City and the case is under trial."

The script affects reality...

Li Nuo touched his face. Is this the feeling on the face of a game character...?
"Whose somen!?"

"Hey, boss, here!"

Li Nuo slurped the noodles and looked at Hauge's bald photo on the screen, thinking, let's eat enough first.

The camera follows his pupils and enters the TV, arriving at the New Nottingham City Police Station.

After dealing with reporters and the public, Director Thompson returned to his office.

He drew the curtains.

Put down the soundproof curtains.

Turn off the camera.

Then turn on the computer.

On the screen, a red-eyed man wearing formal clothes appeared.

Thompson lit a cigarette, with thick fog surrounding his face, and whispered: "Hauger didn't know what kind of crazy drug he took. He insists on saying that he is the murderer. We just took the opportunity to deal with him as a murderer. Anyway, he He is a drug addict, so he can give an explanation to the mayor."

The red-eyed man on the screen said: "That's really not easy. Thank you very much for your help."

Thompson suddenly gritted his teeth and said with a little anger: "So, you should take care of those aliens from now on, and don't let them use people for experiments!"

The red-eyed man smiled and said: "Okay, I understand. I hope that all human leaders will ignore the past grudges and continue to use the name of the cult to protect us from the wind and rain."

Thompson: "You damn aliens, I really wish you could go back to your Earth right now... This is the end of the call."

The red-eyed man bowed slightly and said, "May the glory of mankind last forever."

(End of this chapter)