Life Dungeon Game

Hello, K.

A little girl in a white dress appeared on He's bracelet.

"Hello, Eve."

He Ao lay face down on the driver's seat, placing the wristband on the wristband base above the vehicle's central control screen.

Through this base, the wristband will establish a data connection with the vehicle's central control system.

"Eve, scan the whole car for me."

After putting the wristband away, He Ao straightened up and stepped out of the car.

"Your vehicle has a Trojan virus. We are removing it. Removal successful. We are now scanning your entire vehicle."

Eve's voice slowly echoed inside the car, "There's a navigation locator inside your right wheel hub."

He Ao walked to the right wheel hub, reached out, and pulled out a small black cube, no bigger than a thumb, from the frame inside the right wheel hub. The cube was stuck to the frame tightly, and He Ao had to use some force to pull it off.

There's a small red light still on the cube, proving that it's still functioning.

He pinched the small cube between his index finger and thumb, then took out the old bracelet, crushed it as well, and threw it into the nearby trash heap.

It's possible that Jess's bracelet has it.

He was also infected with a virus that could monitor his movements.

Although Heo could use Eve to crack the virus, his actions of logging into the Eve website before binding with Eve might also be captured.

So just in case, he bought a newbie bracelet.

Jingle Bell--

Just then, the piercing ringtone of the bracelet slowly began to sound.

The ringtone didn't come from his new bracelet, nor from the destroyed old one, but from his trunk.

He opened the trunk, glanced at the thin man's corpse that he had stuffed into the trunk, and took the bracelet off his wrist.

The bracelet is currently vibrating slightly, and the screen displays an "[Unknown caller]".

He Ao answered the phone.

"how is the situation?"

A low voice came from the other end of the phone asking a question.

The voice sounded strangely familiar to 'Jace,' it belonged to the mysterious person who had brought him into the project.

Jess knew his 'boss', with whom he had worked for several years, inside and out.

Even now, Jess doesn't know the name of this mysterious person, and the number of times he has come into contact with the mysterious person can be counted on one hand. Each time, the mysterious person takes the initiative to find Jess.

“The situation is good,” Heo said politely and calmly, glancing at the body in the trunk. “Looking forward to our next meeting.”

Then he hung up the phone and threw the bracelet into the trash.

Previously, it was always the mysterious man who sought out 'Jace,' but now it's Heo's turn to seek him out.

After manually checking again to ensure there were no other locators, Heola opened the car door and got into the driver's seat.

"Eve, activate autopilot."

Leaning back in the driver's seat, He Ao spoke slowly.

"Autopilot has been activated for you."

The little girl in the white dress on the central control screen smiled and said, "Please set your destination."

He Ao raised his hand, chose a destination, and then leaned back in his seat, gradually closing his eyes.

-

He Ao woke up from his sleep as dawn approached.

He touched the wounds on his body; most of them had almost healed.

Perhaps due to the influence of the system's power, his body would unleash extremely strong recovery abilities on the first day of each instance he entered.

He looked up at the surrounding buildings, picked up the bracelet on the base, put it on his wrist, and re-downloaded the communication software and other basic software.

He first browsed the news, and none of the information Jess had given to the detective agency had been leaked.

Then he opened his messaging app, and the first thing he saw was the contact person from the detective agency, who sent him a lot of caring messages.

They asked more about He's exact location, as if they were there to help 'Jess'.

After He Ao opened the software, the other side seemed to have seen the notification that He Ao was online and quickly sent a message.

Where are you now?

He looked up at the "[Nobeck Detective Agency]" sign above his head, and replied using his bracelet as he walked into the building.

[I have arrived

Chapter 536 Retreating to Advance (Long Chapter, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

As dawn approached, bright lights still shone in the gleaming, large office.

A young man with brown-gold curly hair was dozing off, propping his head up with his hand, while several burly men were fast asleep beside him.

Deafening snoring filled the office.

Just then, a slight clicking sound of a lock turning came from the far end of the large office.

The sound came from the lock of a small door, which was being turned from the inside out, while at the same time the small door was being pulled back.

Behind the small door is a small office nested within a large office.

A figure walked out of the small office.

Light, slightly hurried footsteps began to echo in the large office.

The young man, who was dozing off in front of the computer, suddenly woke up. He sat up, rubbed his sleepy eyes, and then quickly shook the burly men next to him who were snoring away. He then began to stare intently at the chat interface on the computer.

At the same time, the burly men who were still a bit grumpy and about to lash out woke up instantly upon hearing the footsteps and gathered around the chat interface, staring at it.

Footsteps approached from afar, and a mature middle-aged man in a formal suit, with a straight posture and gold-rimmed glasses, walked to the side of everyone's workstations.

"Winter, have you received a reply from them?"

The middle-aged man looked at the young man with brown-gold curly hair.

"Ah good."

The young man was momentarily stunned before he came to his senses. He stared at the chat box on the computer monitor, which only contained his own messages, but no replies from the other party. "Boss, no reply yet."

"Don't let your guard down," the middle-aged man, known as the boss, glanced at the young man and then at the burly men around him. "The client in this case is very generous. If we can find the target's trail, our performance for the first half of this year will be secured. Then everyone can fill their pockets with bonuses."

Upon hearing the word "bonus," the young man instantly snapped out of his drowsiness. He stared at the computer screen, and then, as if remembering something, looked at the middle-aged man.

"Boss, so we're not going to release the information Jess sent us?"

"What's the point of making this public?" The middle-aged man looked at him coldly. "The people who can conduct this kind of experiment must have powerful backers. Maybe they're some big conglomerate. Can we afford to offend a big conglomerate? Do you want us all to be taken away by the municipal hearse tomorrow?"

His gaze swept over all the burly men around him, and beneath their neat shirts, intricate tattoo lines were faintly visible.

"We all come from the West District. The reason we've grown from a small gang to where we are today is because we've used any means necessary. Kindness is useless in this world; money and fists are the only truths."

"If we can get on the good side of this client and keep getting missions from him, we'll all have meat to eat every day, live in big houses in the city center, and go to Laksu to choose the most beautiful woman."

"Long live the boss!"

Everyone roared in unison.

Winter, a young man with brown-gold curly hair, mingled among the crowd, the enthusiastic atmosphere dispelling his worries.

although

He enjoyed his time with Jess and had longed for the idyllic life of a professor at a prestigious university, feeling pity for the unfortunate professor.

However, if sacrificing this prestigious university professor could secure a better future for him, he wouldn't mind, since he had done this kind of thing many times back in the West End.

At that moment, the middle-aged man's bracelet vibrated. He looked up at it, glanced at the crowd, and said, "Continue to contact the target."

“The target hasn’t replied to us all night,” Winter glanced at the chat screen. “Has he realized we haven’t released the information he wanted us to release, and figured out we’re in the wrong?”

"impossible."

A burly man sitting next to him lit a cigarette and sneered, "This guy has had a smooth life his whole life. He's nothing but a high-achieving student. He believes whatever you tell him. If he were a seasoned veteran, he would have discovered our problem long ago. He wouldn't be here now."

"But······"

Ding--

Just as Winter was about to retort, the computer suddenly emitted an urgent alert.

That was the sound of a friend I was particularly following coming online.

Winter snapped out of his daze and looked at the computer screen. The previously dim profile picture had now become bright.

In an instant, everyone crowded around the computer screen.

"Quick, ask him where he is?"

The middle-aged man, with a hint of eager excitement, quickly gave the order.

Winter immediately woke up the keyboard and typed a line of text.

Where are you now?

Within a very short time, an urgent message notification sounded on the computer.

[I have arrived

Ding-dong-

As everyone's attention was focused on the computer screen, the doorbell rang crisply.

The doorbell and the shrill message notifications mingled together, making the quiet dawn seem incredibly noisy.

Everyone fell silent at that moment.

After the doorbell rang for a few seconds, the person outside seemed a little surprised that there was no response. He pressed the doorknob and slowly turned the lock.