Deadly Game: Almighty Boss’s Guide to Making Money

Chapter 786. Baxin B&B (786)

The fake Mu Xiaobei fell into silence again and refused to speak for a long time.

Obviously he knew, but refused to say.

Lin Xi was not in a hurry and just looked at the fake Mu Xiaobei quietly.

Just then, someone came over.

It’s Xiaoqin and Liao Yu.

Huang Jingjing came closer to Lin Xi and spoke in a low voice.

"High risk, really."

"Wow, two Xiao Mu, two Teacher Huang." Xiao Qin said. "How can I tell the real one from the fake one?"

"Take a look at it carefully." Lin Xi turned to Xiao Qin.

"You are real." Xiao Qin said, and then looked at the fake Mu Xiaobei. "Go back, you are not acting like the real one at all."

The fake Mu Xiaobei frowned and said nothing.

"She's fake." Xiao Qin said, looking at Lin Xi. "Mu Mu, let her admit that she's fake, and she'll disappear."

Lin Xi frowned slightly.

"Xiao Mu, what's wrong with you?" Huang Jingjing immediately noticed that something was wrong with Lin Xi.

Lin Xi shook her head.

She didn't know what was wrong, but she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

However, she quickly calmed down and used her mental power on the fake Mu Xiaobei.

Fortunately, this Mu Xiaobei is not much like her.

Not only are their skills different, their personalities are also different.

Otherwise, would she feel that she was the one who disappeared?
"Yes, that's right, I'm fake." The fake Mu Xiaobei suddenly gave up resisting. "But, how can you guarantee that you are the real one!"

"It doesn't matter what is fake, as long as your own consciousness is real." Xiao Qin said softly.

——She has admitted that she is fake, why hasn’t she disappeared yet?

——Maybe, it’s not time yet?
——I guess you are still struggling?
——Xiaoqin’s words are so hard to understand.

——I don’t understand either.

——It’s not difficult to understand!
--What's the meaning?
——Haven’t you read those time-travel or rebirth stories?
——It doesn’t matter whose body it is, as long as your thoughts and memories are your own, that person is you.

——I think I understand.

——That’s right, otherwise why would anyone want to upload consciousness into a virtual space!
——Yes. That’s the reason.

——But I heard it’s very expensive.

——Yes, it’s super expensive and most people can’t afford it.

——Why is it so expensive?

——Maybe it needs maintenance or something like that, which is not something we ordinary people can understand.

"So, you admit that you are fake?" Guo Yuelang asked.

"Yes, I am fake. I am just a flower."

After the fake Mu Xiaobei finished speaking, he suddenly turned into white petals, flying around, and there were bursts of floral fragrance in the air.
——Oh my god, isn’t it a clone? How did it turn into a flower?
--have no idea.

——When that person disappeared, he didn’t turn into a flower. He just disappeared.

——Who is that?

——The player who was eliminated, his name was a bit long, I forgot it.

——Yes, she was eliminated, and the fake one also disappeared. What was her name?

——The eastward-flowing waves of the Yangtze River have washed away all the great men of the ages.

——Yes, the name is too long, I can’t remember it.

——Jiang Yu.

——Jiang Yu, okay!

——By the way, how did she die? It wasn’t due to violating a taboo.

--have no idea.

——This time he is no longer a famous figure throughout the ages, but is about to become an eternal mystery.

——Doesn’t her roommate know either?
——It seemed like he didn’t know and was very surprised at the time.

- Don't get off track. What we are discussing now is why the fake rain didn't cause the petals to fly away.

——Jiang Yu.

Lin Xi happened to see this sentence and answered the audience's question.

"Because she's not a digital person, she's a demon."

——What does that mean?
——What the monster transformed into was a fake person, but not a digital person.

——What about the other fake ones? ——I don’t know.

——Hey? You can enter the live broadcast room.

--It really is.

——Well, wait.

——Are the viewers in the fake person’s live broadcast room still there?

——Not here anymore.

——Not here anymore.

——When Jiang Yu died, only the audience in the live broadcast room was still there, right!

——Yes, the audience in the dummy’s live broadcast room disappeared.

——So, fake is fake. The audience of real players will not disappear, they will only go to other players' live broadcast rooms.

——Yes, love will not disappear, it will only shift.

--Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.

——Just a quick question, are all fake ones monsters?

——Unclear.

——It turns out that they don’t all think they are real, but they just pretend to think they are real.

——Only the fake Mu Xiaobei and the fake Xiaoqin know that they are fake.

——Well, what does she want to do by blocking the live broadcast room?
——I guess I want to confuse the fake with the real!

——Then did Mr. Huang and Guo Xinxin who were with her also know that they were fake?
——It seems so. Look at their expressions, they are all different.

The fake Huang Xiaolin and the fake Guo Xinxin were indeed a little confused.

The two men looked at each other and walked towards Lin Xi.

"You can't block other people's live broadcast rooms?" asked the fake Guo Xinxin.

"Yes, I can't." Lin Xi replied calmly.

"So, the one with us is a fake?"

"She is a demon." Lin Xi said.

"We are very familiar with Xiao Mu. We can't and shouldn't be deceived by the monster." said the fake Huang Xiaolin.

"Is it possible that you two are not familiar with each other at all?" Huang Jingjing asked. "The memories that you are very familiar with are just imposed on you by others."

——Why does it feel a bit cruel?
——A little bit, indeed.

——I originally thought I was a real person, but now I find out that I am just a piece of data.

——Perhaps we real people are also data, data of higher life forms.

——Stop talking about it. Don’t study the origin of life. It’s better to live in confusion.

——Yes, let’s not worry about it and live happily every day.

——Will the fake Teacher Huang and Guo Xinxin disappear?

——I don’t know, not sure.

The two fake people looked at each other.

"Let's go!" said the fake Guo Xinxin. "Maybe we can find the answer by driving to where we came from."

"Will we disappear?" asked the fake Huang Xiaolin.

"Everyone can disappear, even the real thing can disappear," said the fake Guo Xinxin.

——Suddenly felt sad.

——Mr. Huang and handsome boy Xinxin, are you two usually so sentimental?
——Is it possible that they don’t have time for sensationalism?

——Our teacher Huang is obviously real, how could he become fake?
——I have been following handsome boy Xinxin for so long, how could it be fake?
——Let me ask you, was your handsome boy Xinxin once a beautiful girl?

——What beautiful lady?

——Sure enough, fake ones are different.

——But, this crappy game must be collecting player data. Will it create an identical one sooner or later?

——However, they can only search for players’ behaviors in the game, but they cannot search for their thoughts in real life!

——Everyone’s thoughts are different and will change. There is no way to search for them!
--stop!

——Don’t think too much, it will make you tired.

——Huh? There are fewer people again?
——Have the fake Mr. Huang and his audience disappeared?

--should be.

——What about the others? Still don’t know they are fake?

——Xiao Qin knows.

——Fake Xiaoqin?
——But how do you tell the real from the fake?