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Chapter 470 Detective
Li Sheng recognized the Joker from his eyes, expression, and demeanor.
In the eyes of players, there is often a numb, aching feeling of having been tormented and manipulated by the killing field system for a long time.
The difference between them and the native inhabitants of the script world is like that between the American cockroach and the Canadian lobster—although the Canadian lobster was indeed once called a sea cockroach by the British colonists.

The oracle paused, then lowered his voice and asked, "You know him?"

"Irrelevant."

Li Sheng shook his head decisively. The original version of Joker had long since died somewhere, and the one in front of him was a replica that had been iterated countless times.

He has possessed men, women, transgender people, and cockroaches, jumping around in different bodies. Right now, he's just a child, which is harmless.

At this moment, the blond youth had already put on a black priest's robe with gold embroidery, a belt and a scarf, a cross around his neck, and a book in his hands.

He adjusted the camera on the tripod and slowly walked towards the Joker on the rocking horse.

While praying fervently, Jesus called a little child to them and made him stand among them, saying, “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”

Having said that, the blond youth put down the scripture, put on a hollow gag that would encourage saliva to flow, picked up a whip in his right hand and a candle in his left.

"Uh..." The oracle hesitated slightly, then watched as the rich second-generation dripped scalding hot wax onto the Joker, causing the latter to scream like a pig being slaughtered.

The blond youth was still mumbling a prayer: "Jesus said, 'Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such people.'"

Snapped!
With a lash of the whip, the Joker was overcome with tears and snot, and the towel stuffed in his mouth unexpectedly fell out.
He turned his head and saw the blond youth take out an extremely thick, long, thorny massager that resembled a Mexican cactus from the box. He hurriedly screamed, "Hey ant brother, give me a hand!"

Orchid?
The young man instinctively turned his head, but before he could see what was happening, Li Sheng had already subdued the security guard Bob and kicked him in the back of the head.

Boom!
The blond youth slammed his head against the wall with a dull thud, his eyes rolled back, and he passed out.

Such noises could easily be heard outside the villa. However, the four armed bodyguards downstairs were already used to the various commotions their employer made while "playing," and remained unfazed, continuing to stand guard.

The oracle used a rusty scalpel to cut open the security guard's leather hood, and Li Sheng jumped out, took a breath of fresh air, and casually untied the belt binding the Joker. "Tell me, how did you get here?"

"Thanks, bro. Well, it's a long story."

Joker wiped away his snot and tears and began to tell his story.

Like Li Sheng and the Oracle, he also received the initial mission to wait in front of the mirror at 20:00 tonight, and also saw the bizarre teleportation scene.

In the blink of an eye, he landed in a basement with several one-way glass walls, where he was auctioned off as a commodity for wealthy people to choose from.

The rich second-generation who fainted in the corner at this moment was the heir of a certain old-money family in New York, who bought the Joker for one million US dollars.

The Oracle raised an eyebrow; her legs were paralyzed, so she sat on the table. "Similar to the movie 'Taken'?"

"Ah."

Joker nodded. "Taken" is an action movie starring Liam Neeson, about how the protagonist rescues his daughter from Albanian gangsters who are about to be sold into slavery.

In fact, even before the killing takes place, 600 to 800 million people are trafficked every year worldwide, either for forced labor, sexual exploitation, or organ harvesting, with Europe and the United States being the main destinations.

"I was only in the basement for about ten minutes, but from what I observed, the slaves on the island can be divided into three categories."

Joker knew that Li Sheng and the others hadn't saved him for nothing, and to prove his worth, he hurriedly said, "One type is American girls who were lured here by Epstein, because they might still have relatives on land, and if they are obedient, Epstein can pay them."

If they don't obey, they'll use drugs to control them or illegally imprison them.

The second type consists of foreign slaves purchased by Epstein through special channels. These slaves came from South America, Africa, Asia, and Europe.

These slaves had no American status, and no one cared when they died; they were simply used as disposable material.

Customers can be abused or even killed at will.

The third type is like us, who are labeled as SVIPs because of our good looks and 'pure' appearance.

Alternatively, they could be auctioned off in the basement for a high price, allowing guests to take them with them when leaving the island.

Or perhaps it was collected by Epstein and intended as a gift for top VIPs.

Joker scratched his head and hesitated, "Although I was wearing a gag and a semi-transparent hood when I was taken out of the basement, I think there was another underage slave at the scene who was suspected to be a player."

I just don't know his identity.

"More players mean more strength," the Oracle said, rubbing his chin. "Can you still remember the location of the underground auction room?"

“Yes, I am from the [Laughing Theatre Company]. I can live or die, but I can’t live.” Joker immediately became interested. While he was being taken away, he memorized the route in his mind by silently counting the time, calculating the distance and direction he would travel, and listening to the surrounding sounds.

Since he had no paper or pen, he took out a bottle of baby lubricant with a gorilla logo from a plastic box, sprayed it on the ground, and used his finger to draw a rough map with a scale.

"No, this scenario mission is in a parallel world."

The oracle instantly realized that Epstein Island in the real world, with an area of ​​approximately 0.29 square kilometers, was shaped like a bird and located far from the mainland.

However, according to the Joker's rough map, the island is at least 3 square kilometers in size, more than ten times larger.

Li Sheng immediately pushed open the window, stepped onto the windowsill, and silently climbed onto the roof. Standing on the high ground, he gazed into the distance.

Sure enough, the island was larger than reported in the real world news, with continuous beaches to the east, steep cliffs to the west, and lush forests to the north.

And on the edge of the woods, there is a runway over 1,500 meters long that can accommodate Gulfstream luxury private jets.

Li Sheng turned and went back into the room. At the same time, the same thought crossed the minds of the three players.
'broken.'

Hunting down eight SVIPs with the size of toddlers is difficult enough, but now the venue is ten times larger, complete with an airport, helipad, and dock. If exposed, those VIPs will scatter like monkeys after a gunshot.

What's even more worrying is that who knows if the killing field will be rigged, such as setting up a scenario where "all the VIPs are actually underground lizardmen who participate in the Illuminati, Freemasons, and Skull and Bones Society, intending to secretly control the world."

If a real fight breaks out, those VIPs will tear off their human skin and transform into giant lizards two or three meters tall.
Then all the player could do was shout, "On the battlefield, I'll burn your dreams!"

"Let's wake this man up first," the Oracle said decisively after a moment's thought. "Let's get some information from him."

"I come!"

As the saying goes, a villain's revenge never stops, and the Joker was never a righteous person to begin with. Now that he's been shrunk down, he's even more of a villain.

With lightning speed, he grabbed the thorny massager from the ground, which resembled a cactus, and lifted the priest's robe.

With a soft thud, accompanied by a sound like tearing cloth, it violently pierced into the blond youth's body.

If we were to describe it using classical Chinese poetry, it would probably be like this:

The flower path has never been swept for guests.
My humble door is now open for you.

Peony weeps blood, cinnabar falls.
The moon, like a rabbit, shines on the back courtyard tonight.

"Goo!"

The blond youth awoke instantly in pain, his eyes wide with fury, tears and saliva streaming down his face, letting out a mournful wail, "Waaaaah!"

The room walls were covered with soundproofing material, and he was wearing a gag, so the sound couldn't reach the outside at all.

"you."

He dazedly turned his head, opened his blurry eyes, and saw three young children and a terrifying-looking security guard's skin in the corner. He subconsciously asked, "Who are you people?!"

"Since you have asked so sincerely, I will mercifully tell you."

Li Sheng grabbed his hair and chuckled, "Do you know APTX4869? It's a special drug secretly developed by the Black Organization that can make people young again."

I am MI6 agent Mary Akai, she is biochemist Ai Haibara, and he is the famous detective Conan Edogawa.

The three of us are here to investigate Epstein Island. If you don't want to be tortured, you'd better tell us everything.

Theoretically, the Detective Conan manga began serialization in 1994, and the anime aired in 1996. Even Osama bin Laden had the anime on his computer.

But it's unclear whether the blond youth's life was too fulfilling and he wasn't interested in Japanese animation, or if the excruciating pain in his back was interfering with his thinking.

He didn't dwell on what APTX4869 was, looking dazed, and mumbled, "I'll tell you everything you want to know, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh—"

The blond youth suddenly let out a series of low growls, his body curling up like a boiled shrimp.
? ?
Why are you yelling so loudly?

Li Sheng let go of the rich kid's hair, turned around, and saw Joker awkwardly say, "Uh, this massager seems to have a built-in electric shock function. I accidentally turned it on."

(End of this chapter)