American Zombie Detective

Chapter 175 Asylum Live Stream Glitches

Having lived with Qin Jin for so long, Alessa knows very well what she needs and what she should do.

She leaped lightly onto a tree branch, moving swiftly from the heights of the forest, suppressing her bloodlust while rapidly and efficiently searching for food that could calm her.

She quickly spotted a small herd of antelopes and swiftly and precisely rappelled down from the tree.

Alessa only used a trace of corrosive power; her bloodlust was not strong and was quickly suppressed, which also served as a meal for her.

Then, Aresa pulled the tactical backpack out of the doll—

As soon as it was taken out, the tactical tablet in the backpack started vibrating and buzzing.

The screen lights up, but there is no password lock.

A huge dialog box is flashing wildly, taking up most of the screen, with options constantly repeating:

[Live Stream Request - Accept?]

【hang up----】

[Live Stream Request - Accept?]

【hang up----】

Clearly, the other party is constantly trying to connect, but each attempt is blocked by the automatic rejection mechanism that was in place when there was no response.

A string of messages followed immediately below the dialog box: "Mental Asylum? Please respond!"

"A mental hospital? What happened?"

"Reporting situation! Please connect to the live stream!"

"Please answer!"

Aresa stared at the screen for a while, unable to decide what to do, but also unable to remain silent. After thinking for a moment, she finally typed in a few letters: "Glitch".

send.

Then, ignoring any further messages that might come, she found the map option above and opened it—

Looking at the dot of light representing myself on the screen, and the vast jungle area, then at the sky that was beginning to turn gray—

Alessa realized she might not have time to pretend to be a ghost again.

The tablet started vibrating again, and a message appeared.

For Alessa, dealing with these things was far more troublesome than breaking someone's neck, and she made a decision in a very short time:

Go find Qin!

Thinking of Qin Jin, Alessa seemed to feel that killing wasn't so important after all!

She simply stuffed the tablet back into the Frankenstein doll's pocket, took a step, and began to move quickly toward the shaded area on the map!

The sounds of the wind and leaves filled Alessa's ears. She was moving very fast, but suddenly, a familiar scent reached her sense of smell.

Following the scent, they parted a thicket of bushes and found Sophie huddled inside, trembling, clutching a crude dagger tightly in her hand.

The dagger appeared to be a hope offered to the prey by the organizers to increase the fun of the game.

Upon seeing Alessa, Sophie was initially startled, but then her face lit up with unbelievable joy. She practically scrambled over to her, exclaiming, "Alessa! God! What are you doing here?! Did you escape alone too? I'm so glad you're alright!"

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However, Alessa did not let her get closer; her small figure silently slid back a step, avoiding her embrace.

Sophie missed her target and stood there stunned.

Aresa raised her hand and pointed to the monastery she was heading towards, her voice calm: "If you want to live, go that way."

She paused, then added the most crucial information: "Qin is over there."

These words completely stunned Sophie!

She stared incredulously at the little girl in front of her. The girl showed no fear whatsoever; on the contrary, she was frighteningly calm and even—instructing her on what to do.

"Is it because she's Officer Qin's sister, and her family background gives her that she's so bold?"

The thought flashed through Sophie's mind instantly.

She hurriedly said, "Aresa! It's too dangerous for you to be alone! Come with me, I'll take you to find your brother!"

Aresa simply shook her head and repeated, "Go yourself."

Having said that, she gave Sophie no further chance to ask questions. Her figure flickered, disappearing into the depths of the dense forest as if blending into the shadows of the woods.

Sophie stood there, looking in the direction where Alessa had disappeared, her shock beyond measure.

She took a few deep breaths, and thinking of Qin Pu's Chinese identity, she seemed to have finally found the answer: "My God! Mysterious Eastern power! Powerful Channis Kongfu!"

Without further hesitation, she tightened her grip on the dagger, gritted her teeth, and immediately ran off in the direction Alessa had indicated, stumbling along the way.

Meanwhile, hidden next to the huge shed at the hunting ground base is a brightly lit, modern control room filled with various screens and equipment.

This place is completely out of place with the primitive and bloody atmosphere inside the factory shed; it's like another world.

On the front wall of the office is a huge main screen that clearly displays an electronic map of the hunting grounds.

On the map, four dots representing the hunting teams are clearly visible, but the dot representing the "Asylum" team is moving at an unusual speed straight toward the shadowy area in the center of the map.

The other three points of light were also moving, but their speed and behavior patterns appeared much more normal.

On one side of the screen, the amount of bets received by each team is displayed in real time.

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The total amount has exceeded one hundred million dollars, and the number continues to jump and climb, except for the betting amount behind the "Asylum" team, which has always been a glaring [0].

Suddenly, a technician shouted excitedly, "It's back! The mental hospital has responded!"

The person in charge in the office immediately walked to the control panel, and the technicians quickly projected the received information onto a corner of the main screen.

On the screen, only those two cold words were displayed:

[Asylum: Glitch.]

Just then, a cold and authoritative voice, altered by a voice changer, rang out in the office through speakers hidden throughout—it was Mr. K.

The voice was devoid of emotion: "Immediately dispatch a cleanup team to the area where their last stable signal was located to search for them, bring them new spare tablets, and ensure the live broadcast signal is restored."

The instructions are concise and clear.

"yes!"

The person in charge immediately responded and gave the order into the microphone.

Mr. K paused, then continued, "Continue betting. Now that we've made contact, open the betting channel at the mental hospital. Tell them about the incident at the mental hospital, and see—if that attracts more bets!"

Once the order was given, the back-end system immediately sprang into action.

Clara also received instructions inside the initial factory shed.

Her smile grew even more flamboyant and manic. Waving her arms at the cameras of several drones flying overhead, she screamed in a highly inflammatory voice, "Ladies and Gentlemen!!! Surprise! Our missing asylum team has just sent back a message!"

Technical malfunction? The cleaners have already set off to deliver new live-streaming equipment!

"The betting channel for the mental hospital is now officially open! Because we can't see the screen, we're offering the highest odds right now! Minimum bet is $1! Odds are subject to change in real time, so please take advantage of this opportunity!"

As she spoke, the previously grayed-out "Asylum" betting bar on the huge auxiliary screen behind her instantly lit up, and the amount began to jump wildly from [$0] to [$1,000,000] to [$2,000,000] to [$5,500,000]

The astonishing growth rate has clearly fueled the gambling instincts of the behind-the-scenes financiers.

The estimated total betting amount is rapidly approaching the 200 million mark!

"Don't forget, everyone, besides team win/loss betting, we also have other games!"

Clara screamed, pointing to another screen beside her: "Let's see the fun betting now: Who will be the first to die? And who will be the last one alive? Who will kill our strong cop? And at whose feet will the cop finally fall? Hurry up! Don't miss it! Let's go crazy!"

"Oh! We just received a request from a viewer to add a death bet on the little girl. Please wait a moment, we'll approve the odds right away—"

On the screen next to it, a variety of bizarre betting options were listed, each with constantly changing odds and rapidly increasing betting amounts.

These scattered betting options, when added together, amounted to tens of millions.

The entire backstage area and the live broadcast venue were immersed in a crazy vortex of money, blood, and unknown thrills.

About ten minutes later, a modified drone, carrying a new tactical tablet and positioning device, quietly took off from the base and sped toward the red dot on the map that represented the asylum.

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