Life Dungeon Game

He Ao replied and exited the message interface. He told Hai Xi that the matter had progressed and that professional matters should be handled by professionals.

Just then, he looked at the bracelet in his hand and suddenly realized something.

Unlike game consoles, wristbands are not very large, so most of them use magnetic hidden card slots, which are usually closed and can only be unfolded when in use.

Of course, not all fitness trackers come with this slot; slim or inexpensive models generally don't have this feature.

The bracelet that He Ao is currently using is the latest flagship bracelet from the Trison Group, which happens to have this kind of card slot.

He Ao's gaze fell on the hidden card slot, and he slowly pried it open.

The card slot is shallow, but it is a standard interface, and virtual ticket cards can also be connected normally.

He inserted the virtual ticket card, and the short scratches were conveniently covered by the card slot on the bracelet.

At that moment, the bracelet notified me of a new device connection.

The card was read normally on the wristband, showing only ordinary receipt information.

After a moment's thought, He Ao said slowly, "Eve, analyze this card and read it as a storage card."

"Cracking the card's system, please wait."

Eve's voice rang out quickly, and then, in a very short time, the page on the bracelet changed.

The originally beautifully designed ticket interface has been transformed into the original system's file reading interface.

"Hidden folder found, expand?"

Eve's voice then rang out.

"Expand."

He Ao nodded.

Immediately afterwards, a new folder appeared in He Ao's field of vision.

This folder contains mostly videos.

He Ao randomly clicked on a video.

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"Tell me, what did you do wrong?"

A slightly angry female voice echoed in the empty space.

house.

A shaky camera, bright sunlight, a well-mannered woman wearing glasses, holding a shovel, her cheeks puffed out in a huff.

The boy cautiously peeked out from the sofa, and the person holding the camera chuckled softly.

"You're laughing, you're still laughing," the angry woman turned her head to look at the camera, "I asked you to supervise the child's homework, and you didn't even see him playing games?"

The laughter behind the camera abruptly stopped.

The little boy behind the sofa wore a gloating smile.

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He Ao turned off the video, stared at the dozens of similar videos densely packed on the data card, and remained silent for a moment.

He continued scrolling down the page, and at the very end of the folder, instead of the video, there were two receipts and a hotel booking.

The documents are two airship tickets to Dawn City.

One was bought in Jess's name, and the other was bought in Jess's mother's name.

The purchase took place twelve years ago, on the morning before Jess's father had the accident.

These long-distance routes are rare, and tickets are hard to buy. The airship departs approximately three days after the purchase date.

The hotel booking was also made in the names of Jess and his mother, from the day the airship ticket was purchased to the day the airship departed.

The last time this folder was written was on the morning before Jess's father had the accident.

He raised his head and looked around. He knew that the invisible tentacles were hanging down beside him.

He finally knew where Jess's father had 'stored' that knowledge.

Later, the next chapter should still be at midnight. There should be a surprise chapter with a lottery after that letter, but for some reason it didn't appear. It's a Schrödinger's bug in the game.

Chapter 571 Hidden in the 'Eyes' (Long Chapter, Requesting Monthly Tickets)

Heo took the receipt card, tucked it back into the book, and then took the bone axe and wooden box that had been wrapped around his waist since he entered.

He glanced at the two items, reached out and grasped the bone axe, then put the wooden box back into its cloth cover.

At this moment, the cloth cover has stretched a bit, and the fibers are somewhat deformed.

He Ao just stretched out this cloth cover and used it as a rope to tie the bone axe and wooden box together and tuck it behind his waist.

The wooden box was fine, but the bone axe, weighing hundreds of kilograms, had already pushed the cloth cover to its limit.

However, when He Ao bought this cloth cover, he said it was for carrying heavy objects, and he bought a good quality one, which is why it didn't break immediately.

He Ao grasped the wooden box wrapped in cloth, picked up the bone axe, and returned to the study once more.

He briefly activated his super memory, looked at the bookshelf covered with shadowy tentacles, and swung his bone axe across those tentacles.

The sharp axe blade passed between the tentacles without causing any damage.

The drooping tentacles slowly curled up, 'watching' Heo.

These tentacles do not exist in a physical form, and physical damage has no effect on them.

After a moment of contemplation, He Ao covered the blade of the bone axe with his divine sense and once again slashed across the tentacles in front of him.

The tentacles swarmed together, watching Heo wield his bone axe.

They seemed unable to understand why Heo would do something he couldn't do.

But at the same time, the forces that had been cautiously trying to invade He Ao's mind began to become agitated and gradually increased their attack on He Ao.

Although these forces are formless and intangible, they seem to be related to these tentacles.

These tentacles realized that Heo seemed to be able to see them, and that Heo was trying to attack them.

They recklessly increased their intrusive power, seemingly mocking Heo's attempt to attack their illusory forms using physical methods.

However, their 'taunts' soon stopped as the axe blade, covered in divine consciousness, sliced ​​through the illusory tentacles.

Unlike the first time when he passed through easily, this time, He Ao felt some slight resistance in his hand holding the bone axe.

The axe blade, gleaming with a faint, transparent light, sank into the writhing tentacles, severing the illusory shadow.

As expected, divine sense can indeed harm such things.

At the same time, He Aoneng could feel that the divine sense covering the axe blade was being rapidly depleted.

In a very short time, the sharp bone axe sliced ​​through the tentacle, severing it in half. The illusory tentacle fell to the ground and rolled away.

The power that had been rapidly rising to attack He Ao's sea of ​​consciousness froze for a moment, as if shocked that He Ao could actually harm them.

However, what followed was a retaliatory attack as fierce as a storm.

A murmur several times more powerful instantly rang in He Ao's ears, and streams of soul-penetrating power frantically entered He Ao's mind.

Even a C-rank with a weak soul might not be able to maintain their sanity against an attack of this magnitude, but He Ao's expression remained calm and unchanged.

These ramblings, though powerful, paled in comparison to the oppressive feeling he experienced when confronting the suspected true form of this hidden being in the mental hospital.

It is still considerably weaker.

Countless tentacles instantly rose up, coiling around He Ao's body, enveloping his soul, and beginning to attempt to invade his body.

Strands of blood seeped from He Ao's skin, and his originally pale skin began to turn an unnatural pink.

A stream of chaotic thoughts rushed into He Ao's body, attempting to control his form, corrupt his soul, and distort his will.

Despite the powerful impact, He Ao remained unmoved, his expression unchanged. He manipulated his soul power, carefully reaching for the shadowy tentacle that had fallen to the ground and been severed by him.

boom--

The moment his soul power touched the tentacle, a thunderous explosion rose in his mind, followed by a flurry of chaotic thoughts.

"whee"

"Hahaha"

"hehe"

A series of cold, mocking laughs echoed in He Ao's mind, mingling with his chaotic thoughts, seemingly mocking him for falling into a trap and courting death by touching those severed shadows.

But amidst the laughter, He Ao remained calm, even a slight smile playing at the corners of his lips.

Amidst those chaotic thoughts, there was something else mixed in.

A fragment about a complex pattern.

He guessed correctly.

He looked up at the illusory tentacles that stretched down from the ceiling and entangled his soul.

Jess's father hid that knowledge within these tentacles.

It is hidden within these surveillance devices, those that spy on his power.

The memory card contained Jess's father's most cherished memories—the happy times he spent with his family—as well as the last two receipts and the hotel booking.

That was the path to survival he had laid out for his family.

In Jess's memory, his father was suddenly called away on the day of the accident, and left home without even having breakfast.

Jess always believed that the explosion was a sudden event. Jess's father did not expect the mysterious man to suddenly attack him, so he did not make any arrangements and ultimately died in the sudden attack.

Before Heo saw the two airship tickets and the hotel booking, he basically agreed with Jess's judgment.

The clues he had previously gathered only added credible evidence to this unfounded speculation, thus perfecting the logical chain.

However, this judgment cannot explain why the mysterious man ultimately did not obtain those hidden knowledge.

Upon seeing the airship tickets and the order, He's doubts were resolved. Jess's father hadn't done nothing, nor had he been completely oblivious. In this game, he wasn't entirely powerless to retaliate.