You said you were going to make games, how did you become the richest man without doing anything?

The air in the room seemed to freeze for a moment. The phone suddenly rang, echoing in the dead silence with an eerie rhythm, as if some unknown being was trying to convey some message.

Holmes narrowed his eyes slightly, slowly reached out and picked up the receiver, with a hint of inquiry in his eyes.

"I'm Sherlock Holmes." His tone was as calm and steady as ever, as if the call was just an ordinary inquiry. "What? The ritual to break the curse?"

He frowned slightly, a hint of sarcasm appearing on the corner of his lips, "Ma'am, you need to find someone else who is easy to fool."

His tone was indifferent, even revealing a hint of impatience, as if these words were just some kind of crude scam and not worth his time.

Watson stood aside, frowning slightly, glancing suspiciously at the phone, and asked in a low voice, "Is it a video game?"

Holmes shrugged, put the receiver back in its place, and said calmly: "No, it's a telephone scam."

The live broadcast room's barrage instantly filled the screen——

[Hahahaha, Holmes: Curse-breaking ritual? Liar!]

[Could this game's script be any more outrageous?!]

[It was clearly a supernatural event, but it turned into a scam call?!]

However, the narrator's voice suddenly interrupted, with obvious dissatisfaction and disgust -

"User, this fake Holmes isn't very cooperative."

"Do you want to make a phone call?"

"Look at how small it is. The phone is just a bunch of pixels."

"If only we had something to amplify it."

"Mr. Watson should have answered the phone."

Wang Laoju narrowed her eyes, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, revealing a meaningful smile: "...Oh? You reminded me."

Instead of rushing to dial, he quickly manipulated the mouse, turned back into the room, and looked around for possible clues.

Finally, his eyes fell on the sliding screen in the corner.

The wooden frame of the screen is carved with intricate patterns, and traces of erosion over time can be vaguely seen. The screen itself is a translucent paper curtain, through which the faint light allows you to vaguely see the scene behind it.

Wang Laoju controlled the character to slowly push the screen——

"Click——"

The screen slowly slid open, revealing a bucket of blue paint hidden behind it.

The barrage in the live broadcast room scrolled instantly——

[Oh my god! There really is something there!]

[Blue paint? What's this for?]

[The puzzles in this game are getting more and more outrageous! ]

Wang Laoju snorted lightly, manipulated the mouse, and dragged the yellow ball from the prop bar into the paint bucket——

In an instant, the yellow ball was completely dyed and turned into a deep blue.

The narrator's voice sounded softly, with a hint of inexplicable relief—

"Very good, user, the power of color."

However, the matter is not over yet.

Wang Laoju controlled the mouse and continued to drag the blue ball into another bucket of paint next to it - red.

"Gulu——"

The blue was covered, and eventually, the sphere turned into a bright crimson.

The narrator's voice laughed happily—

"Hey, look, we got a big cherry."

The barrage in the live broadcast room exploded instantly——

【??? What kind of magical chemical reaction is this?!】

[Yellow + blue + red = big cherry? ? ?]

[Planning team, come out here! What kind of logic is this?!]

Wang Laoju sneered, manipulated the mouse, turned the view out the window, and looked at the moon hanging in the night sky.

He murmured thoughtfully, "It seems that we still have to move the moving moon."

He slowly slid the mouse towards the control device -

"Click."

In an instant, the moonlight that originally filled the room slowly shrank, and the entire space fell into a brief darkness.

However, at this moment, the narrator's voice suddenly exploded, with obvious dissatisfaction and accusations -

"User, you have plunged our companions into darkness again."

Wang Laoju snorted lightly, and quickly adjusted the mouse to move the moon away, allowing light to fall into the room again.

The narrator's voice then became more relaxed, even with a hint of relief in his tone.

"Holmes is no longer near the communication equipment."

"Good. We can finally get some peace and quiet and use this phone properly."

Wang Laoju didn't hesitate, manipulated the mouse and dialed the number again.

This time, when the phone rang, Holmes did not pick it up immediately. Instead, he slowly turned his head, his eyes fell on Watson standing beside him, and said calmly:

"I think you will take it, Mr. Watson."

Watson was slightly stunned, as if he had not expected Holmes' words.

He hesitated for a moment, but finally reached out and slowly picked up the receiver.

Then--

His expression changed instantly.

He jerked his head aside, a look of fear in his eyes, and spoke with intense disbelief: "Holmes...that Russian video game is talking to me."

The barrage in the live broadcast room instantly scrolled crazily——

【? ? ? ? ? 】

Russian video games?

[Watson's train of thought is truly remarkable! ]

The narrator's voice was filled with obvious helplessness and impatience.

"Answer the phone, huh?"

Watson took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress his inner uneasiness. Finally, he slowly spoke -

"……very good."

On the other end of the phone, a low and vague voice slowly sounded, carrying an echo that transcended dimensions.

"...Finally...we can...talk."

The air in the room seemed to freeze completely at this moment.

The voice coming from the telephone receiver was faint and vague, mixed with tiny electrical noises, as if it had crossed layers of dimensions and was trying to establish a connection with the real world.

Watson gripped the receiver tightly, his brow furrowed, his eyes unconsciously glancing towards Holmes, as if seeking some explanation.

"Are you also a video game?" His voice trembled slightly, with a hint of disbelief and hesitation.

There was a faint buzzing sound from the receiver, followed by a soft but emotionless female voice: "Yes."

Watson took a deep breath, as if trying to accept this absurd reality, and nodded slowly: "Really?"

Then, his expression changed slightly, a hint of doubt in his eyes: "...the three steps to successfully break the curse?"

Holmes stood aside, his arms folded across his chest, his brows slightly raised, his expression still calm, even with a hint of amusement: "Oh? Looks like this isn't just a phone scam."

Watson ignored Holmes's teasing and continued to listen attentively to the voice on the other end of the phone.

"I'm listening," he whispered, his expression becoming more focused.

At this moment, the narrator's voice suddenly interrupted, with a hint of excitement in his tone——

"Ha! That's what we're interested in."

Wang Laoju raised her eyebrows slightly and manipulated the mouse, slowly moving her character closer to Watson, trying to hear the voice on the other end of the line. Watson's expression gradually became serious, and he slowly began to repeat the message from the other end of the line: "There must be a full moon."

The narrator paused for a moment, then chuckled softly, his tone revealing a hint of mock regret.

"But it just so happens...we don't have a full moon."

The barrage in the live broadcast room scrolled instantly——

[Hahahaha, why does the narration's tone feel more and more like Lao Ju? ]

[Full moon? Why does this curse-breaking ritual sound like Werewolf?]

Moon: Are you going to touch me again?!

However, Watson did not stop, he continued to repeat the message on the phone: "Cover the victim with snow?"

Wang Laoju's eyes lit up slightly, and he quickly moved the mouse to try to find possible clues in the room.

The narrator uttered a low question, his tone revealing disbelief.

"Then gently place a big cherry on top."

After a brief silence, the narrator's voice sounded again. This time, his tone was filled with obvious doubt and ridicule.

"Is this a ritual or a cake recipe?"

The barrage in the live broadcast room exploded instantly——

【Hahahahahahahaha, narrator, please be serious! 】

[Really just a layer of snow cream with a cherry on top?]

[Is this breaking a curse, or making dessert?!]

Watson frowned slightly, seemingly confused by this ridiculous "ritual," but he still maintained basic courtesy and said to the voice on the other end of the phone, "Thank you, ma'am."

Then, he slowly put down the receiver and turned to look at Holmes with a subtle expression on his face: "...We now have a way to break the curse."

Holmes raised his eyebrows, the corners of his mouth curling slightly. "Oh? Covering the victim with snow and putting a cherry on top? It does sound like a dessert."

At this time, Wang Laoju has already started thinking about the next question -

"Now that we have big cherries, how are we going to get snowflakes?"

Looking for snowflakes
Wang Laoju controlled the mouse, quickly switched scenes, and entered the prop library again.

This is a chaotic and disordered space, with all kinds of strange objects floating everywhere, as if it is a material repository in the game world. Each prop is like a forgotten piece of code, quietly suspended in mid-air.

The narrator's voice sounded softly, with a hint of excitement in his discovery—

"User, a large floating ice cream cone that can be used as snow!"

In the picture, a huge ice cream ball is quietly suspended, as white as snow, with a faint cold light on the surface, as if it is a real ice and snow core.

The narrator's voice continues, "After all, snow is just water in solid form, but how do we get it?"

"...That's a good question." Wang Laoju tapped the table lightly, operated the mouse, and carefully observed the surroundings of the ice cream.

The narrator added quietly, "Anyway, that ice cream looks really delicious."

The live broadcast room instantly burst into laughter——

[Isn't the narration's focus a bit off?!]

[“Breaking the curse” for him has become “How to secretly eat ice cream”! ]

[Try licking it, old ass! You might actually get a prop!]

Wang Laoju narrowed his eyes slightly, controlled the mouse to open the prop bar, and sure enough, he found a mouth icon in it.

“…Is this game serious?”

He scoffed and dragged the mouth icon towards the floating ice cream without hesitation.

"Paji!"

An exaggerated licking animation appeared on the screen, and the surface of the ice cream quickly melted, leaving only an empty cone.

The narrator's voice was filled with obvious admiration—

"Well done, champ. Now all that's left is the ice cream cone."

Wang Laoju took a deep breath, controlled the mouse to pick up the ice cream cone, and put it into the prop bar.

The narrator continues to ponder, "How do we fill it with snow?"

"All we had was a game and a TV."

Wang Laoju's eyes lit up slightly, and he quickly slid his gaze, dragging the ice cream cone towards the old TV in the corner of the room.

The familiar "snow screen" was flashing on the TV screen, and dense white noise was jumping on the screen, as if it was some unresolved signal interference.

He lightly tapped the cone and placed it in the center of the screen.

"Shh-"

The cone was filled up instantly, with dense "snowflakes" filling the entire interior, as if it had really turned into a cone of snowflake ice.

The narrator's voice was filled with undisguised amazement—

"User, I admire you!"

"I hope this snow works."

The live broadcast room was filled with laughter——

[This...what kind of incredible operation is this?!]

[Using the TV screen's snow as snow? This game's logic is completely crazy!]

[Did the planning team originally design it this way?! ]

Wang Laoju licked his lips, slowly raised the corners of his mouth, controlled the mouse, and returned to the previous scene with the tube of "snow".

He took a deep breath, his eyes fell on Mr. William, and he said slowly -

"Okay, now, let's start breaking the curse."

Mr. William lay quietly on the floor, like a statue forgotten by time.

His face was pale, his eyes were closed, and his chest rose and fell slightly, as if he had fallen into a deep sleep. A hint of a smile lingered at the corner of his mouth, making people wonder if he was still alive, or if he had become a "prop" in some kind of game.

Wang Laoju controlled the mouse and slowly approached Mr. William.

The narrator's voice sounded faintly, with a hint of anticipation and teasing——

“Users, do we really want to do this?”

"After all, this sounds more like making a dessert than breaking a spell."

The barrage in the live broadcast room scrolled instantly——

[Hahahaha, the narrator is starting to doubt his life now! ]

[Removing the curse = piling up snow + placing cherries, planning team, are you really normal? ]

[Laoju, hurry up and see what will happen in this "dessert ceremony"! ]

Wang Laoju snorted lightly, and without hesitation, he controlled the mouse to slowly pour the tube of "snow" on Mr. William.

——“Shua——”

White "snowflakes" poured out of the ice cream cone and covered Mr. William's chest like a layer of soft frost.

The temperature in the room seemed to drop suddenly at this moment, and a subtle chill filled the air.

Watson couldn't help but shudder, rubbed his arms, and muttered under his breath: "...Oh my God, is this really working?"

Holmes, however, still folded his arms across his chest, observing everything before him with great interest, a hint of a meaningful smile on his lips: "Who knows? Perhaps we are witnessing an unprecedented scientific experiment."

Wang Laoju smiled slightly, then manipulated the mouse to take the "Big Cherry" out of the props column——

Then, he gently placed it in the center of Mr. William's chest.

——“Pah.”

At that moment, the whole room seemed to fall into a brief stillness.

The narrator's voice sounded softly, with a hint of inexplicable expectation in his tone.

"...Now, let's see what happens." (End of chapter)