Bizarre Survival: Starting from the Fake Human Community

[The dungeon is about to be cleared...]

The broadcast started, echoing through the underground parking garage, only becoming intermittent towards the very back, followed by a burst of shrill, noisy electronic music, like a radio tuned to the wrong channel during a CET-4 or CET-6 exam.

"It's connected?" Wang Mang was stunned. This was an announcement over the loudspeaker; he was truly dumbfounded! "We...we won?"

Wen Wan also breathed a sigh of relief, put her hand on Su Ming's shoulder, and looked at him: "Wow, Su Jianjian, we can finally... finally go home!"

"Wow! Your Chao-ge is still going strong!" Chen Chao cheered, hugging Zhou Zheng tightly. "Baby, we're alive! I'll treat you to hot pot when we get back!"

Zhou pushed him away expressionlessly: "I'm not your baby."

"My baby is..." Zhou Zheng looked toward Wang Le's location, his eyes narrowing and widening like copper bells.

"Hello!" Li Mo flashed a bright, sunny smile, which would normally make him seem like a cheerful, sunny boy.

But at this moment, Zhou Zheng felt as cold as if he had fallen into the deep sea, feeling cold and bone-chilling. His already pale face turned as white as a waterlogged corpse.

"Isn't that gesture enthusiastic enough? Why are you looking at me like that!" Li Mo asked, gesturing with his right hand. "I didn't say you could leave!"

Besides, he merely braced Wang Le with his left hand and then placed a piece of shattered glass across her neck.

Why was she staring at him with such a surprised expression? He didn't understand!

"Let her go! Come at me if you have a problem!" Zhou Zheng roared. He was already silent, but now it was like a powder keg had been stuffed into his head. Boom... the powder keg was now lit.

"You want the props too, right? Let her go, and I'll give you mine!" Zhou Zheng thought the other party was also after the props, but people's hearts are just too wicked.

Zhou Zheng put forward his conditions and voluntarily revealed that he possessed the paranormal notebook.

He had always used this prop behind the scenes, and the only person who knew about it was his girlfriend, Wang Le.

But now that Wang Le has been kidnapped by Li Mo, he wouldn't be surprised if the surviving people did anything morally reprehensible, so... he dared not gamble! He would never gamble!

Upon seeing this, Chen Chao immediately cursed in a thick Sichuan-accented swear word: "You son of a bitch! You're playing your brother Chao for a fool!"

"Let Wang Meizi go right now! Otherwise, don't blame your brother Chao for being impolite!" He pointed at Li Mo and cursed vehemently.

"Yes, this is the result of much effort. Taking a step back can open up new possibilities, right?"

Wang Mang stepped into the middle, playing the peacemaker, "How about this, listen to me, you release Wang Le now, and I'll vouch for you, then we can all pretend nothing happened and let it go, okay?"

"What does it have to do with me? I've done everything I promised anyway. Let it be chaotic, the more chaotic the better, maybe I can even snag a few items!"

"I didn't expect someone who looks so honest with thick eyebrows and big eyes to be hiding a treasure. Interesting, very interesting!" Wang Su chuckled evilly, leaning against a cement pillar to watch the show.

Wen Wan gripped the dagger tightly and stood in front of the ailing Su Ming, saying, "Li Mo, stop. There are so many of us here. Don't let things get ugly."

Su Ming didn't speak, partly because of the side effects, and partly because he was staring at Li Mo and felt something was off.

Li Mo maintained his smile.

But that smile was too strange. It wasn't a smile of sudden realization, but rather... the satisfied, cruel smile of a hunter watching its prey fall into a trap.

Moreover, the corners of his mouth were split all the way to his ears.

"Screw you, don't say your brother Chao didn't give you face!" Chen Chao couldn't help but prepare to take advantage of the moment when he was smiling in their direction to launch a surprise attack.

Li Mo's smile deepened, becoming somewhat distorted.

Su Ming realized a possibility and immediately shouted, "No, Chen Chao, come back quickly!"

Chen Chao was already poised to strike, ready to deliver the blow to Li Mo's stomach. He was confident that one punch would be enough to knock him off his feet.

"Overestimating yourself!" Li Mo smiled, his left hand gripping Wang Le's neck, his right hand clutching a shard of glass as he stood there, looking completely confident.

"How is this possible?" Chen Chao's eyes were filled with shock. He punched Li Mo and felt his stomach cave in for a moment, but the other party was completely unharmed.

He looked up and met Li Mo's smiling face. The next second, Chen Chao stared in shock at the area on his left side.

A shard of glass several centimeters deep was embedded there, and some blood flowed out along the glass, making his pink vest appear even darker.

He didn't use any cursed items from the beginning. If he had used the vest, Li Mo would have been killed by his punch!

A wave of weakness washed over him, causing Chen Chao to collapse to the ground in a sorry state. He dared not pull out the shards of glass, fearing further blood loss: "You little brat, you're pretty good, making your brother Chao lose his temper!"

"Chen Chao... Oh dear!" Wang Mang stamped his feet anxiously, somewhat incoherently, "You guys... oh..."

"What exactly do you want?!" Zhou Zheng's eyes were bloodshot.

"Li Mo!" Su Ming stood up and called out to him.

Li Mo turned around, and the others looked at the two of them.

Why aren't you drinking water or eating anything?

"What do you mean?" Li Mo smiled and tilted his head.

"When we first met, Wen Wan offered you water and food, but you refused. Throughout the long journey, other people offered you things, but you still refused them."

"I saw you were all alone, so I took special care of you, but you refused!" Su Ming said, emphasizing each word. "And when Chen Chao touched you, he said you were cold. And your face is even more effeminate than a gigolo's. Can a normal person act like that?"

"So what? In such a big world, there's always half a special person!" Li Mo explained with a smile.

"But I haven't met even one or two in all these years, and then I ran into you at the very end! Don't you think it's too much of a coincidence?" Su Ming stared at Li Mo, trying to see something in his eyes.

"That doesn't prove anything, does it? People are like that; they'll always encounter one or two strange people and things. Besides, isn't that what this game is all about?" Li Mo replied calmly.

"But your shadow was off the day we met! I initially thought you were just shy, or that you needed to conceal your presence with some prop, but when you sat down near Chen Chao, you left the shadow, albeit quickly, and your shadow was very faint then!"

"It's getting late, and it will get dark soon enough. Maybe you're mistaken!" Li Mo smiled, maintaining the question-and-answer format.

"But when you approached the fake King just now, Wang Su didn't have time to pay attention to you. I observed you closely from behind!" Su Ming stood up, pointing his lighter at the smiling Li Mo. "Wang Su was right behind you, in the same place and under the same lighting. Why is his shadow normal, while yours is thin and long!"

"What... exactly are you?"

He paused for a moment, because the garage was rather dark, and no one would pay attention to those areas. But everyone understood what Su Ming meant.

Li Mo, something's not right!

Wang Mang quickly took two steps back, not daring to stand in the middle, and moved further away from Li Mo: "You're not...human?"

Li Mo's smile froze for the first time. Then, he laughed out loud.

It started with soft laughter, then grew louder and louder, and finally turned into a sickeningly loud laugh that came from all sorts of different people.

The skin on his face began to peel off, like a snake shedding its skin, revealing a face that was pieced together from countless other faces, without any fixed shape.

One moment it's this face, the next it's that face. Without exception, they are all the faces of people who have died in the neighborhood, so it looks quite frightening.

"Su Ming, you're very clever." Li Mo's voice—no, it should be said that of the true pseudo-King—sounded like the simultaneous voices of a hundred or so dead people...

"But you're too late."