Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 93 A New Gamble
"Before going in, bring your communication device and altimeter, but you must remember that this communication device can only be used for one-way communication. That is, we can hear your voice, but you cannot hear us talking. If you hear us talking, then you are hallucinating," said Edson.

"Understood. Is there anything else I should pay attention to?"

“There are many things to pay attention to, such as you will have a lot of hallucinations, you will have wounds on your body, and you will bleed constantly, and the sense of reality is very strong.

But in reality you didn't bleed and there were no scars on your body.

Moreover, many hallucinations have various reasonable causal relationships that make your illusion of injury rational.

For example, if you fall, the reality is that your knee is not broken, but you find that your foot is broken.

In addition, you may meet some strange people who will talk to you, or even faint and dream for no reason.

There are so many examples like this that it is difficult to count. We tell everyone who enters that it is absolutely safe in there and they just need to keep climbing the stairs. But in the end they will still be fooled and cannot bear the extreme fear and go downstairs.

So, there is only one piece of advice I can give.

That means it's absolutely safe in here, just climb up!"

Xia Shou nodded: "Then...I will go in now?"

Edson nodded and said, "You go in first. Reed won't go in until you come out, and neither will any of us. So you won't meet any of us. Before you leave the lighthouse, I will make sure you're the only one in it."

Xia Shou thought for a while, took out his mobile phone and sent a text message to Su Weiyu, reminding her not to enter the lighthouse. After receiving the reply confirmation, he walked towards the lighthouse.

Going directly into the Lighthouse of Terror would be too reckless. Although Edson said that the lighthouse was absolutely safe, it would be safer to try to find death first.

In this way, even if you really encounter serious injuries, the impact of fear will be reduced because you can go back to the previous game.

Although the file describes that any supernatural power cannot be effective in the tower, the notes also say that one can be optimistic about seeking one's own death.

Xia Shou walked to the entrance of the lighthouse and launched a suicide attack.

In an instant, scarlet lines spread across the soles of his feet, and then the thickest and brightest one pointed directly to the entrance of the lighthouse!
Xia Shou's expression suddenly changed and he stared at the lighthouse in front of him in shock.

"How could this be?"

Seeking one's own death points to the most dangerous path, but shouldn't the beacon of fear be free of danger?

Yes, I almost forgot. The current Fear Beacon is not the Fear Beacon in its normal state. It is now radiating extremely high abnormalities that have never been seen before!
"Minister Edson!" Xia Shou shouted to Edson in the distance.

The fat figure, accompanied by a group of men, trotted over and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's very dangerous inside this lighthouse. There are very, very dangerous things inside. Sometimes I am very sensitive to potential dangers." Xia Shou said seriously.

Edson frowned slightly, then nodded: "Then don't go in, I'll send a special employee in."

"No, I still have to go in." Xia Shou said seriously, "Don't let anyone in before I come out."

"Why do you want to go in even though you know it's dangerous?" Reed asked puzzledly.

Edson raised his hand to stop Reed's question and nodded to Xia Shou: "Go in, I promise no one else will go in."

"Thank you for your help." Xia Shou stretched out his hand, and the rusty iron door was slowly pushed open with a harsh friction sound.

Without looking back he walked into the lighthouse and up the stairs.

At the same time, the altimeter began to show readings: 0.5 meters.

Unknown to everyone present, five minutes before Xia Shou entered the lighthouse, a post appeared on a special website on the Internet.

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At the top of an Egyptian pyramid, a man with his face wrapped in white cloth suddenly appeared from thin air.

Nearby, a slender woman lay on a sun lounger, basking in the fierce Egyptian sun. Her skin looked as pale as ice and snow.

"Are you back from the choir?" the woman in sunglasses asked with a smile.

"Yeah." The man sat down silently on the ground next to the woman, opened the thermos box full of ice, picked up a bottle of beer from it, and drank it.

"Has anything changed in the choir? Do they think I'm dead?"

"No, they don't think you're dead. Unless your head sculpture is replaced by someone else, they will guess that you're still alive. In addition, there are a few new people in the choir. Three of them were scared silly. They were probably unlucky enough to witness the death of a reserve and were forcibly dragged in. But one of them was frighteningly calm and optimistic."

"Oh? Who is it?"

"Faust."

"Haha, it's interesting, but there are quite a few people pretending to be calm. Whether it is real or fake, we need to observe it further. But I found some interesting things here, look." The woman handed the tablet in her hand to the man.

The man took it and looked at it: "You are browsing Dream Network again."

The special website "Dreamland", abbreviated as Dream Network.

The founder of DreamNet is unknown, and the country where the server is located is unknown. It is a website that belongs exclusively to extraordinary people and that the Control Bureau has always wanted to forcibly shut down, but it has always stubbornly existed.

This website caused great headaches for the regulatory authorities, but they were helpless.

Some of the overly dangerous extraordinary knowledge mentioned above has also brought about a turning point in the lives of some mortals with a little talent in the world, allowing them to completely bid farewell to the stable and ordinary daily life.

The current response of the regulatory authorities to DreamNet is to simultaneously copy a large amount of similar content with seriously distorted meanings, and place this knowledge on various urban rumor websites.

Because the interface of Dream Network is very simple and the language used by the extraordinary people to communicate is very daily, it is actually not very attractive. Similar content, after artistic processing by the Control Bureau, becomes a more attractive, second-creation urban rumor.

For example, the very well-known "Rule Zoo", "Moby Dick Game", "Bloody Mary" and other rumors were all widely spread after artistic processing by the Control Bureau.

In fact, this method is very effective. Some things that were originally very dangerous have indeed become very common urban rumors. Even if someone really happens to see the real ritual of Bloody Mary, they will just laugh it off, because similar techniques have been falsified by countless Internet celebrities, and it has become pure entertainment.

In addition, the control bureau has official influence all over the world, and those fake websites are naturally more likely to attract the attention of ordinary people after being widely publicized. Even if there are mortals who accidentally enter the dream network, they will think that this is a group of outdated, niche hobby websites that repeat backward urban rumors.

But now, the dream net that the man in white robe saw was naturally real.

Now there is a post that has been pinned, the name is: "Let's Bet! Mr. Trump Card of the Control Bureau Enters the Lighthouse of Fear, Highly Speculated!"

"Mr. Trump Card? Who is the trump card?" The man in white robe clicked on the post.

"No way? You don't even know Mr. Trump Card? I lost three hundred thousand on this guy!" the woman said in surprise.

The man lowered his head in silence and glanced at the beginning of the post.

He soon learned the origins of Mr. Trump Card.

"It was actually marked with a * by the website administrator. So was the authenticity of this post confirmed by the administrator? Is there someone monitoring the investigation of the Control Bureau in real time?"

"Who knows? Anyway, it's very interesting. By the way, I remember you also went to that lighthouse. What was your record at that time?"

"158 meters."

"Wow! That's incredible, really amazing. So your ability to scare ordinary people to death with just your eyes must have been acquired from this lighthouse."

"I don't want to talk about this. This bet is meaningless." The man in white robe returned the tablet to the other party, opened the suitcase beside him, and went about his own business.

The woman looked at the post which showed only ten minutes of betting time, and then looked at the data listed in the post.

The data shows that anything above 30 meters will be listed as confidential by the Control Bureau, while statistics below 20 meters show that the average record of challengers is meters, while the median is meters.

That is to say, among the reference records, 50% of people did not even break 20 meters.

"How much rice should we bet on? The rules of this gambling are that among all the gamblers, the 50% who are closest to the result are the winners. Among the winners, they are ranked according to the accuracy of their guesses, and the prize money is distributed."

The market has not closed yet, so she can see other people's bets in real time.

The vast majority of people bet on more than 30 meters, which shows that most people have a fairly optimistic assessment of this mysterious figure after the last upset.

However, many people also bet on it being below 20 meters, because the post has already described in detail the strange characteristics of the [Fear Lighthouse], and the abnormal level cannot be used as a reference for strength and weakness, and there are many examples of ordinary people defeating extraordinary people.

"Someone bet 100 on him to run meters. He's really rich." The woman said with emotion.

Everyone was placing bets, and in the blink of an eye, the amount of gambling money flowing in had exceeded 100 million. In daily life, extraordinary people can basically easily obtain wealth and power that ordinary people can't imagine, so they are all very rich.

Social platforms like Mengwang, which can exist stably under the suppression of the regulatory authorities, have a monopoly position. The phenomenon of gambling money exceeding 30 million is very common, but Mengwang's commission is also very high, basically taking % of the winner's profit.

Just as the woman was carefully analyzing the data, a gambling ID suddenly jumped out very conspicuously, because the predicted height of this ID was 0 meters and the bet was 5 yuan.

"Heh, what does this mean? Is it a waste of money? Or is he mocking the trump card?"

The woman glanced at the ID, shook her head, and continued with her gambling predictions.

"60 meters! Although there is no pattern, I am optimistic about it!" The woman gritted her teeth and made up her mind.

At this moment, the man in white robe suddenly said, "Wait a moment."

"Why, I've already placed my bet."

The man in the white robe stared at the text message he had just received on his phone: [I asked, the person with the trump card is a white-haired man wearing a mask, but I don’t know which control bureau he is from.]

"I just asked a friend." The white-robed man's mind flashed with the back of the white-haired man wearing a copper coin mask. "If you want to win... guess more than 150 meters."

"Hey, are you kidding me? Now the highest prediction for bets of more than 140 yuan is only meters. Those big guys who really want to win money all guess or meters." The woman frowned.

If she really bet big on more than 150 meters, wouldn't she be a sucker?
"Anyway, I've told you." The man in white robe said, and then he went back to work in silence.

The woman hesitated for a moment, looked at the 1.6 million left in her account, silently calculated the money she would need to deduct from the account, as well as the 300,000 she lost last time, and predicted that she must bet 500,000 to get a better result.

"Is it your loss?"

"Then just treat it as a fart."

"..., forget it, I'll trust you this time!" After that, she bet 150 on meters, "This is going to bankrupt me."

"You are such a gambler, your life is ruined."

The woman simply ignored the other party's comments and stared at the time when the market was about to close.

Only half a minute left.

29, 28, 27...

At fifteen seconds, someone suddenly placed a bet, betting one million that he could reach two hundred meters!
"Rich people, that's how you mess around, huh?" the woman sneered, unable to understand the world of the wealthy.

If the other party had placed the bet earlier, she could still understand that this gambler wanted to influence the rational judgment of other gamblers, but placing the bet in the last half minute showed that he was undoubtedly serious - seriously wasting money.

The closing time entered the final ten-second countdown.

10、9、8、7、6……

In the last third second before the market closed, the number of people placing bets increased unprecedentedly. Almost everyone made what they thought was the most rational decision at this time. In the last second, a familiar ID flashed by and placed a bet of 200 million!
"It looks so familiar." The woman frowned slightly and moved her fingers to call out the ID that was sliding across the screen.

The name of the ID is [Cold-blooded Gao Jin]

"Gao Jin... the name of the protagonist in "God of Gamblers". Is he so confident? Wait, isn't this the person who bet on 0 meters just now?!" She was shocked and hurried to look at the other party's final guessed number.

0 meters!
This guy actually added 0 million to his previous 200-meter prediction at the last second!
"It's a bit interesting."

(End of this chapter)