People in Yu-Gi-Oh! The hyper-converged audience is also integrated

Chapter 393 The Fermenting Public Opinion

Do they designate each other's players to fight?

What kind of rule is this?
In the interrogation room, the detectives looked at each other, completely bewildered.

Chen Mo frowned.

For the sake of so-called fairness, sharing a single card pool is understandable.

What's the idea behind allowing players to specify their opponent to play?
Is there a mole in the Bureau of Spirit Control? Is the Joker choosing the mole to throw the match?
wrong!

A thought flashed through Chen Mo's mind, and a chill ran through his blood.

He suddenly remembered the other stake in this duel.

Bets other than cards and people.

It's a memory!
The memories of the losers will be made public!

If it's a pure duel, this rule is utter nonsense.

But once memory is added as a prerequisite, everything changes.

Designating the opponent's fighter is not just about influencing the outcome of the duel, but also about precisely and specifically probing into a person's memories!
Having figured this out, Chen Mo narrowed his eyes.

What a vicious and cunning scheme.

"How is it?" the clown's voice rang out again, tinged with laughter.

“Okay.” Wang Shou replied without the slightest hesitation, as calm and collected as a block of ancient ice.

"Time: Three days from now; Location: Renxin Hospital, 14th Street, Byeongetsu Takishi Ward."

Upon receiving an affirmative answer, the clown let out a pleasant chuckle; he couldn't wait any longer.

"Therefore, we designate the following personnel from the Soul-Binding Division to participate in the battle:"

He deliberately dragged out the tone.

"Li Guanqi, a new recruit from Group Two of Department Five."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire room was filled with astonishment: "What?"

"Did they think we newcomers aren't good enough?"

"Is Li Guanqi an inside man for the Joker?"

"Or"

"As expected." Chen Mo's gaze sharpened.

It really was Li Guanqi.

“Then it’s your turn, Your Highness,” the clown urged.

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the communicator.

Immediately, Wang Shou's emotionless voice rang out: "Your team's personnel is the clown man in the live stream."

"Not Lin Chen?" a member of the secret service blurted out.

This question also posed a doubt to most people present.

Logically speaking, Lin Chen, the sole survivor of the Latia Ruins, should possess the most valuable intelligence through his memories.

The little scandal made me pause for a moment.

He then let out an exaggerated, neurotic laugh.

"Hahaha... Hahahaha! As expected of His Highness, so aggressive and greedy!"

His laughter subsided, replaced by a playful admiration in his tone.

Although Lin Chen was a survivor of Latia, multiple testimonies indicated that he only reached the fork in the road and also gave a complete account of his duel with the stone pharaoh.

His memories are no longer of much value.

Conversely, the clown man in the live stream who possessed the Epic Domain likely had short-term contact with the Joker himself, which would be a significant clue.

When the clown tried to rescue Lin Chen, Wang Shou not only stopped him but also tried to send him in as well.

The communication was silently cut off by Wang Shou, the screen suddenly went dark, and the others left the interrogation room one by one, leaving only two or three guards behind.

The clown sat in his original spot, seemingly savoring something, a slight smile playing on his lips, his chest heaving.

"This time, we're going to give that Li Guanqi a good beating."

In his mind, Lin Chen's voice rang out: "Why choose Li Guanqi? This guy is quite cunning."

"It's precisely because it's so well hidden that we must ruthlessly tear open its heart! The one that Latia was captured is a fake."

"What? It's fake?" Lin Chen asked, puzzled.

"Only nothingness can wear that smile." The Joker recalled the Li Guanqi on the Latia dueling stage, the one who saw fate yet could not escape it, the one who won but wore a bitter smile.

"You" Lin Chen and the clown share the same soul. When the clown recalls something, he sees the same scene.

In the scene the Joker just recalled.

A group of people from the Soul Reaping Division were beside him.

"What is it"

“You’ll find out later,” the clown said.

Lin Chen fell silent.

Bian Yuelong, 14th Street, West District, Renxin Hospital.

The wind howled through the broken window, like a ghost crying.

Buzz, buzz, buzz.

The three simultaneous thuds caused the three people in a corner of the hospital to raise their wrists at the same time.

Li Guanqi, Tang Xin, Qi Mengsi.

A highly encrypted red-headed document is popping up on the three people's supercomputing ring.

[Duel Announcement]

[Clown's designated participant: Shenwu Department, Group 2, Li Guanqi.]

"what?!"

Tang Xin glared at him, grabbed Li Guanqi's arm, and nearly crushed his bones.

"Mynah! Why did these crazy guys who draw funny faces choose you?"

Her expression turned incredulous, which quickly transformed into anger: "You think you're easy to bully because you're a newbie? You think we in Department Five are weak and only pick on the weak?!"

"Maybe." Li Guanqi glanced at the report and said in a flat tone, "He's a newcomer, with a clean record, and doesn't seem to pose much of a threat."

"Damn it!" Tang Xin's face twisted with rage. "When I get the chance, I'll beat their faces into a palette of colors!"

Qi Mengsi leaned against the wall, her expression unchanged; she had already known the news beforehand.

She said calmly, "Get ready."

"I'll train with you for three days, Brother Ba!" Tang Xin said excitedly.

Li Guanqi didn't reply directly. Looking at another message that was exclusively for him, he murmured softly, "Winning earns 500 points. I've met my monthly target."

For missions that do not threaten life or require emergency evacuation, agents cannot refuse; refusal will result in a major investigation.

He didn't even dare to imagine the consequences of losing and having his memories amplified.

But both the Joker and the Soul-Binding Division are hoping he loses, and the Special Agents certainly hope his memories will be exposed. As long as they can't find a reason to investigate, this incident is like luring someone into a trap, and Li Guanqi has no choice but to go in.

But I'm determined to live!
Just then, a commotion arose from the crowd nearby.

"Quick! Get on the Alliance Skynet!"

"Holy crap! Wang Shou! Wang Shou is back again!"

"What are they up to this time?"

Wang Shou is elusive, appearing only briefly before his last public appearance, when he was gambling heavily with the goddess.

The atmosphere around the abandoned hospital was ignited.

Li Guanqi and the other two already knew about it, and then clicked on the Alliance Skynet.

The live stream from Alliance SkyNet flickered; the signal was unstable, and the camera was shaking violently.

The cacophony of voices and flashing lights seemed to burst through the screen.

In the center of the screen, several men in suits are trying to maintain order: "Ladies and gentlemen, please keep quiet! The king only has three minutes..."

His words were drowned out by an even more turbulent wave of noise.

Just then, a black figure walked into the frame.

She was a woman dressed in a simple black robe, with a mask covering most of her face, revealing only a pair of serene blue eyes.

She sat down quietly without saying a word.

The entire press conference, with hundreds of reporters present, fell into an eerie silence within three seconds.

The woman in the black robe did not approach the microphone, yet her voice clearly resonated throughout the venue and reached everyone's ears via live stream, carrying a metallic, cold quality.

"Three days later, Bian Yuelong."

"The Fifth Department will have a wager duel with the Joker."

"Our side wins and obtains the Epic Domain - [Mental Collapse]".

"The clown wins, release the prisoners, Lin Chen."

"above."

After saying that, she slowly stood up, as if preparing to leave.

The deathly silence was broken as reporters surged forward like madmen, bombarding the woman in black with a barrage of questions.

"Ms. Wang Shou! Who is Lin Chen? What makes him worthy of being equated with the Epic Domain?"

"What are the functions of this [Mental Collapse] spell? Is it related to Double Shadow Disease? Has the Soul Binding Division made any progress in its treatment plan?!"

"Such a huge bet, will you personally participate?" A reporter wearing gold-rimmed glasses shouted in a hoarse voice, "Rumor has it that you can foresee the future. Did you already know the outcome of this duel?! Is this all a pre-arranged performance?!"

"Your Highness, please wait!"

"Answer one question! Just one!"

The woman in black robes didn't even turn her head, walking straight through the crowd. Several reporters who tried to stop her crashed into an invisible wall, staggering and falling to the ground, but they didn't even touch the hem of her clothes.

Her figure disappeared through the doorway.

The live stream was abruptly cut off amidst the chaos, and replaced by the League's imposing emblem.

Just when Li Guanqi thought the live stream was over, the emblem disappeared, and lines of cold, black text were imprinted on the retinas of all viewers.

[Duel Announcement]

The opponent chooses the duelist.

[The personnel from the Spirit Control Division: Group 2, Fifth Division, Li Guanqi]

[Joker's team members: Identity verification in progress]

This match will be broadcast live in its entirety by the Alliance Skynet to ensure fairness.

"..." Tang Xin's grip on Li Guanqi's arm tightened suddenly, her face turning deathly pale.

"SkyNet Live?"

Qi Mengsi explained, "If the [Mental Collapse] function doesn't have any other hidden dangers, it may very well become an important investigative tool in the future."

"But there will be a huge problem: the suspect has to accept a duel."

“If a suspect is privately invited to a duel, even if a pardon is offered as a bargaining chip, the other party will worry that the Bureau of Spirits is cheating and therefore will not accept the duel. The only option is to use live streaming from the Skynet as a notary.”

"It would be great if there were a main domain like in the book."

Once a territory is designated, the suspect has no choice but to accept it.

"Why don't we investigate that author?" Li Guanqi pondered. "He might really be the original owner of the domain, and there might even be clues about the Joker, or even that he himself is the Joker!"

"You ugly pighead," Tang Xin pouted and scolded playfully.

The emblem of the Alliance Skynet slowly faded away.

A moment of deathly silence fell over the entire abandoned hospital, then someone discovered something, and a deafening roar erupted.

"Li Guanqi?"

"That's him! The one from the Fifth Department!"

It's unclear who shouted first, but in an instant, hundreds of gazes turned in unison, like searchlights, precisely locking onto Li Guanqi.

The crowd was like a pond tossed with pebbles; the ripples spread outwards, then suddenly contracted towards the center.

"Why did the Joker choose you? Are you his mole?"

"Dude, what earth-shattering secret are you hiding in your head?" A busybody squeezed forward, his face full of excitement and mockery. "Tell us about it, let's have a laugh!"

"That's right, let's talk!"

"There's definitely something fishy going on! Expose him! He must be exposed!"

It's unclear when exactly, but the crowd has become infected with a morbid frenzy.

The act of prying into memories and publicly executing people is a form of entertainment that people enjoy in any era and in any world.

Tang Xin's expression changed, and she subconsciously spread her arms to block Li Guanqi: "Eighth Brother, retreat quickly!"

"What are you showing off as a newbie?" Qi Mengsi pulled her aside, shielding her behind her, her cold gaze sweeping over the fervent faces.

Li Guanqi stood motionless in the eye of the storm.

A man who looked like a reporter pushed through the crowd, shoved a recording device into Li Guanqi's face, and spat as he spoke: "Detective Li! You're in a group with Detective Luo, are you his accomplice? Do you also have some secrets you can't show to anyone?"

The crowd surged forward again, about to break through the final distance.

Li Guanqi finally made a move.

He raised his eyes, his gaze passing over the few ferocious faces at the front: "Big cart, two horses, four elephants."

The crowd was taken aback, not understanding what these words meant.

Li Guanqi slowly uttered the last two words.

"Escort!"

As soon as the words were spoken, three dark figures suddenly sprang up from the work area behind!
One figure was the most imposing, like a moving iron wall, and landed with a thud. The other two figures were agile and swift, weaving through the crowd and precisely positioning themselves on the flanks.

Their cold, metallic shells blocked the way for the crowd, forming an insurmountable barrier.

Tang Xin stared in astonishment at the three robots of different shapes and stammered, "Myna... this, this is the Guardian Formation?"

“My best buddy, he’s reliable.” Li Guanqi pulled Tang Xin along and then gave Qi Mengsi a wink.

"Walk."

"boom!"

The car doors slammed shut, completely shutting out the deafening noise from the outside world.

With the robot escorting them, the three quickly returned to the car. Li Guanqi sat in the driver's seat but did not start the car immediately.

He first glanced at the rearview mirror.

In the mirror, Qiqi's small body was nestled in the soft back seat, her breathing steady, fast asleep.

It should be said that ever since he arrived at 14th Street in the West End, his attention has never really left the car.

He was certain that Qiqi had never left the car.

So she really isn't the mastermind?

In the battle between Latia [Tears of the Pearl] and [Secret Ritual], her confident move of giving the first move, coupled with the unbelievable chain of [Sword God] [Folding Paper God], did indeed give him a strong sense of déjà vu, and he once suspected that Qiqi was the King's Hand.

However, since Wang Shou appeared on the live stream this time while she was fast asleep, she can be largely ruled out as a suspect.

"Is it just an illusion...?"

Li Guanqi withdrew his gaze, gripped the steering wheel with one hand, and shifted gears with the other.

"Hold it tight and stabilize it."

Tang Xin, in the passenger seat, frantically searched for the seatbelt buckle: "Wait...wait a minute! I haven't..."

The words have not yet fallen.

"Om-!"

The engine let out a deep roar, the tires screeched violently against the ground, and the car lurched forward, the strong push pressing Tang Xin firmly into the seat.

"what--!"

A short scream was shattered by the gust of wind that rushed in through the car window.

In contrast, Qi Mengsi in the back seat was much more composed. She simply steadied herself by holding onto the seat and her gaze fell on Li Guanqi's back.

"So, what deck are you planning to use?"

Her voice was calm and clear; the chaos and speeding were irrelevant to her.

"【Carving Demon Hubel】? Or 【Carving Demon Twins】, 【Carving Demon Bullet】?"

Li Guanqi is a master carver, a fact already known to everyone in Shenwu Department.

Qi Mengsi's tone was devoid of emotion: "The other side specifically requested you, so they've probably already thoroughly investigated your background."

"The enemy is in the dark while we are in the light, which puts you in a very unfavorable position."

She leaned forward slightly, resting her hands on the back of the seat in front of her, a strand of hair falling down, and began to speak with great interest.

"What are you going to do, Detective Li?"

“To be honest,” she said, her voice rising slightly with a hint of amusement, “I’m quite interested in your memories.”

Li Guanqi chuckled as he watched the street scene rushing past in front of him. "The intelligence being exposed isn't necessarily a bad thing."

"Oh?" Qi Mengsi raised an eyebrow.

Tang Xin, who had just recovered from the high speed, also cast a curious glance at them, her face still a little pale.

“The intelligence has been exposed…” Li Guanqi said with certainty, “which means that the other side is likely to formulate what they consider to be the perfect tactic based on this intelligence.”

"When someone thinks they have victory in the bag—"

"It's easiest to be outmaneuvered."

"Playing along?" Tang Xin was still patting her chest to catch her breath, her eyes looking somewhat dazed.

Qi Mengsi realized what was happening. She lowered her head and thought for a moment before immediately hitting the nail on the head: "All your decks have [Clockwork] cards, making you extremely reliant on the graveyard. This is your greatest strength, and also your greatest weakness."

"If I were your opponent, I would probably use a Dimensional Deck to counter you."

“Dimensional system, huh…” The smile on Li Guanqi’s lips became even more pronounced.

"Then, when the time comes, give the other side one—"

"Surprise."

Time flies by.

three days later.

Bian Yuelong, 14th Street in the West District, is bustling like never before.

The main road, usually bustling with traffic, is now a sea of ​​people. On the high-rise buildings on both sides of the street, huge holographic projection screens are playing advertisements for dueling cards on a loop.

High in the sky, a regular buzzing sound came from afar, overpowering the noise on the ground.

A helicopter painted with media logos hovered over the street, its cabin door open, and a man wearing a headset was facing the camera, spitting as he spoke.

The man's signature flowing hair was spread out and stood up, and his voice was amplified throughout the entire street.

"Hello, friends of Bian Yuelong!"

"I'm your old friend, the duel commentator, Lightning Mic!"

(End of this chapter)