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

Chapter 430 Don't stop me, I'm going to kill her!

The lovers fell like puppets with broken strings, the heavy impact echoing in the empty B-7 dueling arena.

The ripples of the [Mental Collapse] domain rapidly contracted the instant the duel ended. The crimson aura trembled violently before stabilizing above the unconscious lover, condensing into a huge, semi-transparent light curtain.

The door to the monitoring room high above the dueling arena was suddenly pushed open.

Special agent team leader Chen Mo strode in with two capable team members, their eyes immediately drawn to the light screen below and the fallen lover.

"Tang Xin!" Izuna shouted through the megaphone, "Maintain domain stability, memory playback has begun."

In the center of the arena, Tang Xin was still laughing so hard from her victory that she was oblivious to the world around her. Upon hearing the command, she immediately steadied herself, nodded vigorously in the direction of Izuna and the team leader, and subconsciously gripped the duel disk on her arm to ensure a continuous supply of energy for [Mental Collapse].

The clamor of the onlookers was replaced by a solemn silence. Everyone held their breath and stared at the scarlet light screen, where the memories of those who had witnessed the entirety of Grantia were about to be forcibly revealed.

Chen Mo braced his hands on the cold metal railing, his gaze fixed on the light screen like that of a hawk.

The lover did reveal many things, about the "old man" with the ability to transform, about his terrifying ideas... but some things were too bizarre, even unbelievable.

The agent's intuition told him that the core memories of a dangerous person who could reveal trivial or even prank-like details such as "the length of Shirogane's legs" and "putting polar bears in Antarctica" to confuse the public were the most reliable evidence.

Otherwise, who would believe it?
The light screen flickered, and the first clear image appeared:

The dark laboratory was surrounded by endless transparent glass containers, in which various human and monster organs floated in pale green liquid, mostly heads.

Tang Xin and the other agents felt nauseous and their bodies went cold: "What is this?"

"The birth scene, huh?" Chen Mo murmured to himself.

The memory continues to play.

The angle is very low, like a spy lying on the ground.

A blind girl in a blue school uniform, holding a guide cane, slowly approaches. She bends down and lifts the chin of her "lover" on the ground; from a first-person perspective, it looks as if she's lifting the camera lens.
"What a beautiful child."

In the picture, the white paper tilts its head and smiles slightly, while the guide cane gently touches the lover's brow.

Suddenly she stopped moving, and the cuffs of her school uniform moved on their own even though there was no wind.

“Ah~”

With her eyes tightly closed, Bai Zhi stared straight at the "camera," her delicate face suddenly pressed close to the light screen.

"The memories below are very private~ You're not allowed to peek~"

"Crack!"

A piercing sound of neck bones breaking echoed throughout the arena, the scarlet light screen shattered, and the purple shadow broke into countless photons.

"The creator is the audience?!" Izuna exclaimed in surprise, his fingers rapidly tapping on the supercomputing ring to send the recording to Qimengsi.

As Izuna sent the memory fragment with trembling fingertips, his pupils contracted sharply when he turned his head.

The lovers lying on the ground had vacant eyes and a strange smile. Their handcuffed hands made a scissor gesture, as if they were about to reach for the back of their necks. The onlookers gasped, and Tang Xin's domain card emitted an unstable buzzing.

"Lock her up! Don't let her touch the back of her neck!" Yan Lang's roar pierced the entire dueling arena. He and four armed agents pounced on his lover like hungry tigers, and alloy shackles fastened to her wrists and ankles.

Yan Lang turned to the logistics woman beside him: "Inject her with a nerve suppressant!"

"Yes, yes!" The logistics woman was startled by the shout, but after realizing what was happening, she quickly took out the medicine and ran forward.

After the injection of the neurodepressant, the memory light curtain fluctuated violently twice before stabilizing again.

The gloomy laboratory scene suddenly shifts—

In the dilapidated Latia, before even entering the secret realm, the papal team escorted Li Guanqi forward. When the camera panned across the black-haired youth with his straight back, the scene was suddenly bathed in soft pink light.

Just like the legendary 'lover's filter'.

The original soundtrack plays, accompanied by rapid breathing and suppressed groans.

"Well"

The detective, as if electrocuted, loosened his grip on his lover, and the entire room fell into an eerie silence.

"This memory is..." Yan Lang frowned.

Tang Xin stared at the memory screen, her face clouded with anger, and muttered under her breath, "Vixen!"

"Is this considered an important memory?" Chen Mo's lips twitched, and his sword-like eyebrows furrowed into a knot.

Ridiculous, really ridiculous!
Memories exposed in a particular domain will be prioritized, with birth memories undoubtedly ranking first.

Second, what is this thing?!

love at first sight?
What have you been doing all these years infiltrating the Papal Court? Haven't you done anything more important than 'love at first sight'?

You're just slacking off, aren't you!

Yan Lang's perpetually tense face now held an expression that was hard to describe.

Like Chen Mo, he thought that dangerous figures like "lover" were either remembered as bloody mission briefings or as core secrets of the Papal Order.

The results of it?
With the pink filter on, the screen is filled with Li Guanqi.

From his tall, straight back to his cold profile, and then to his pursed lips... the "lover's" perspective is like that of a perverted stalker, wishing he could engrave every single hair of Li Guanqi into his brain.

"Is this all the cadres at Clockwork are capable of?" Yan Lang couldn't help but mutter under his breath.

I thought he was a tough guy, but it turns out he's just a hopeless romantic.

The term "lover" is indeed quite accurate.

“That’s not right.” Chen Mo’s voice suddenly rang out, “In Li Guanqi’s confession, his ‘lover’ stabbed him three times.”

Upon hearing this, everyone's expressions became abstract again.

Yes, both sides have testified to this. Is this how love is expressed?

Stab with a knife?

Or perhaps... what was stabbed wasn't a knife, but love?

Dozens of people were completely baffled and could only continue staring at the light screen, filled with a sense of absurdity.

The memory scenes switched rapidly, and soon they finally arrived at the deep secret realm of Gulatia, which everyone was most concerned about.

However, none of the thrilling duel or the cunning tactical maneuvers I had imagined were present.

They're all flirting!

While the two teams were locked in a fierce battle in the secret realm, with dazzling light effects, from the perspective of "lover's" memory, she was resting her chin on Li Guanqi's shoulder, her warm breath brushing against his earlobe, her fingers idly drawing circles on his chest.

Her sickeningly sweet voice came from the light screen.

"Brother, you smell so good."

"Brother, your muscles are so hard."

"elder brother……"

"This—you!" Tang Xin finally couldn't hold back any longer, gritting her teeth, but dared not shout out loud.

Her face was as black as the bottom of a pot, and the energy of the [Mental Collapse] domain emitted an unstable buzzing due to the emotional fluctuations of its master.

They won the duel, but it seems they lost something.

Aren't you a clockwork cadre? Aren't you a double agent? What the hell are you doing?
All I can think about all day is this trivial stuff!

No more shame!

"Li Guanqi is indeed a promising talent, remaining unmoved even with a woman in his lap," Yan Lang remarked, offering a very apt assessment.

The entire viewing area fell silent for a second.

"Team leader!" Izusuna was about to break down, "Can't you please stop focusing on such weird things?!"

Chen Mo ignored their banter, keeping his gaze fixed on Li Guanqi's calm face the whole time.

He was calmer than I expected. What was he hiding?
As the memory lens zoomed out, the group finally arrived at the Twelve Gates Maze. Through the eyes of their lovers, the agents of the Spirit Control Division witnessed the attack of the Divine Punishment - the Winged Dragon of the Sun God - the Phoenix.

"This is the lost god," Yan Lang murmured to himself.

As Li Guanqi testified, the subsequent events unfolded as follows: the puppeteer and Chu Linfeng were either killed or paralyzed under divine punishment. A stone golem forcibly restored the puppeteer's body, but he had no 'intelligence' and could only cry like an infant.

Of the entire team, only Li Guanqi, his lover, the sun, and the pope remained capable of taking action.

"The Pope is now just one sun left, and he himself is injured, so he is at his weakest."

The person in the video leaned closer to Li Guanqi and said.

“If we team up, two against two, and take him down first, then all the remaining secrets in this maze will be ours, right? Even without these secrets, you and I can still survive.”

"Brother, can you bear to see me burned as a sacrifice?"

Tang Xin frowned: "This woman, she's actually putting on an act?"

"Myna, don't believe her!"

In the memory's light, I gently shook Li Guanqi's arm, my voice soft and sweet.

"Brother, what are you hesitating about?" Hearing this affected voice, Tang Xin was furious and rushed forward to give her lover a lesson in love, but was stopped by Fan Gang.

"let me go!"

"I'm going to tear this green tea apart!"

"Wait, wait," Iitsuna quickly urged, "Let's wait for the memories to finish playing."

"So that's how you were bewitched?" Chen Mo said softly.

The male subordinate accompanying him said, "Boss, with that tone from your lover, calling you 'brother' all the time, most men couldn't resist."

In the memory's light, Li Guanqi indeed lowered his guard and handed the dagger to me.

But the conversation that followed was somewhat unexpected.

"What does the Pope want from me?" Li Guanqi asked in a low voice.

"Oh my, you're such a pervert." [I] took the dagger, my fingertips lightly tracing the back of his hand. "You even deceive yourself?"

"what are you saying?"

"You really don't know why the Pope arrested you?"

"Why……"

puff!

I plunged the dagger into Li Guanqi's chest.

Before he could react, I stabbed him a second time and twisted it violently!
"I'm so happy that my brother isn't wary of me at all!"

I chuckled, drew my dagger, and stabbed him again.

"Mynah bird—!"

Tang Xin's scream ripped through everyone's eardrums. She lunged at the light screen like a madwoman, her hands futilely grabbing at the cold light, as if trying to rush into her memories and block the three fatal blows.

"Let me go! I'm going to kill that bitch!"

Izuna hugged her tightly from behind, his face flushed, and used all his strength to prevent her from rushing out.

"Grandma! Calm down! Those are memories, they're all in the past!" she shouted. "Even if you smash the light screen now, you won't be able to touch a hair on her head!"

"I don't care!" Tang Xin struggled, her eyes red-rimmed. "I'm going to beat her to death!"

"Release the restraints!" Izuna roared, unleashing all his strength to finally calm Tang Xin, who was on the verge of going crazy.

The entire viewing area was noisy, but Chen Mo was unusually quiet.

His gaze did not linger on the bleeding wound on Li Guanqi's chest, nor did he look at the surrounding scene.

He was just repeatedly pondering that sentence.

"He even deceives himself..."

What exactly does that mean?
What kind of lie requires deceiving even oneself?
Is it true, as Chen Ju said, that there are two Li Guanqi?

One is in the light and the other is in the dark.

But if that's the case, where is the other one? From beginning to end, in the "lover's" memory perspective, there was no trace of a second Li Guanqi. Chen Mo almost popped his eyes out, scanning every corner of the memory frame by frame, not missing a single reflection or shadow.

No.

He was certain that there would never be another Li Guanqi.

The images on the screen continued, but the rhythm became intermittent.

Li Guanqi's statement and the scenes from his memory matched perfectly.

After being stabbed three times, he was indeed basically unable to move. He was half-dragged and half-carried by his "lover" into an alchemy workshop full of gears, hourglasses, and strange potion bottles.

The crazy old man in the workshop was indeed reciting some strange things that lovers used to say.

Everything matches up; no one is lying.

But the more this happened, the deeper the doubts became in Chen Mo's mind.

Finally, the memory reached its final scene.

The Pope's cold yet fanatical face filled the entire field of vision. He placed one hand on the top of my head, and some kind of extremely brilliant energy was being frantically drawn out of my body.

My vision began to distort and blur, and all I could hear was Binel's shouts. Finally, everything faded into complete darkness.

Snapped.

The light curtain went out.

The entire viewing area fell silent again, with only the sound of the fans cooling the instruments remaining.

That's the end of my memories.

"That's...that's it?" Izuna asked blankly, still holding the exhausted Tang Xin.

"Hmm." Yan Lang glanced around at his subordinates, whose expressions varied, and his gaze sharpened.

"After the Pope's power ended, the ruins shattered, and we rushed there..."

There was a discouraging thought he didn't voice, not wanting to affect the agents' confidence.

But this is really too strange.

Based on this memory, Li Guanqi, his lover, Lin Chen, and Binai'er did not lie and truthfully recounted what they saw.

Who killed the Pope? Where did the Symbiosis Card go?

Did that stone golem kill him?
However, the higher-ups gave a very definitive reply: it wasn't that stone man who did it. As for the details, they couldn't explain.

There is only one way to confirm whether Li Guanqi has two people.

Yan Lang and Chen Mo exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of hesitation in each other's eyes.

"Li Guanqi's heart collapsed."

The memory exposure ability of [Mental Collapse] is indeed strong enough. As long as it is used on Li Guanqi, many doubts can be resolved.

However, this field cannot be casually applied to him for three reasons.

First, Li Guanqi is not a suspect; he is a legitimate detective from the Criminal Investigation Department, one of their own. Therefore, the procedure is inappropriate.

Second, Li Guanqi has a second-class merit award. Treating someone with a second-class merit award in this way is very damaging to the honor of many people.

Finally—

The two looked at the crazed Tang Xin at the same time, and their hearts sank again.

The relationship between the domain master of 【Mental Collapse】 and Li Guanqi is unusual.

Yan Lang took a deep breath and said to Tang Xin, "The duel was well fought."

"Take a break and prepare for the next match."

"Uh." Tang Xin paused in her anger, then asked in a daze, "So soon, who are we playing next?"

Chen Mo looked at Yan Lang, waiting for his next words.

Yan Lang pondered for a long time before slowly speaking amidst a crowd of complicated gazes: "Serious offenders in prison."

"There are still many unsolved cases and mysteries waiting for you to unravel."

These words were very pleasing. Tang Xin took a deep breath, straightened her back, and said solemnly, "Received!"

"Mission accomplished!"

Chen Mo withdrew his gaze and whispered, "In the end, he didn't dare to make a move against Li Guanqi."

We can only investigate slowly.
Metaverse, nodes 14-5678, Silver City's exclusive public square.

This place is even noisier than a real-life farmers' market.

"You don't have a card!"

"You have no skin!"

"You don't have a card."

"You have no skin."

The two argumentative individuals, 【Baiyincheng Shuzi】 and 【Baiyincheng Gongzhu】, argued for an entire morning.

The ten thousand city guards were too exhausted to shout anymore.

That's the downside of the metaverse: you can't fight. Any conflicts can only be resolved verbally, not physically.

Then try to guide the other party to say sensitive words, so that the system will deduct the other party's credit score and impose action restrictions.

Both sides are experts at arguing!
He cursed for ages, but didn't utter a single swear word!

(End of this chapter)