I set you up on a blind date, and you've managed to overcome all the weirdness?

Inside the restaurant, after the initial screams, the diners finally realized that what they were seeing was no benevolent creature.

They overturned the tables and chairs and fled towards the door using both hands and feet.

But the glass door seemed to be welded shut; no matter how much it was pounded on from inside, it remained completely still.

Although Lin Yan had already experienced a bizarre event, he was not much better off than them at this moment.

He sat in the corner, observing carefully.

A ghastly green fog swirled outside the restaurant's entrance; without a doubt, this was the work of a bizarre artist.

It's impossible to escape from here.

None of the three pieces of equipment that Zhao Jianguo provided are currently usable.

After much deliberation, Lin Yan realized that Saya was the only person he could rely on right now.

Meanwhile, Saya, whom Lin Yan regarded as his lifeline, was slowly eating sashimi, seemingly unaware of the drastic changes around her.

In the center of the hall, a blond-haired internet celebrity was holding a selfie stick and floating around in mid-air.

He suddenly pointed the camera at a couple.

"Family members! Look, this couple is so sweet!"

"To ensure his girlfriend was well-fed, her boyfriend actually pulled out his own internal organs! Who can understand this beautiful love story?!"

Not long after Huang Mao finished speaking, a man and a woman not far away suddenly stopped what they were doing and stood there in a daze.

The man rolled his eyes back, tore open his clothes, and began digging his hands uncontrollably into his abdomen.

stab.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and he pulled out a steaming lump of something and held it in his hands.

The woman's eyes also rolled back. She leaned forward, knelt on the ground, and took the bundle from her boyfriend's hands.

Even Mads Mikkelsen would shake his head at what he saw next.

Lin Yan bet that this weirdo must have spent time in prison.

His stomach churned at the sight, and he had to look away from that direction.

Fortunately, he hadn't eaten anything yet, and he managed to suppress the urge to vomit.

Saya was resting her chin on her hand, watching Lin Yan with great interest.

"What? Feeling nauseous?"

"no."

Upon hearing Saya's question, Lin Yan suddenly remembered the system notification from that afternoon.

[Note: The female guest will give you a comprehensive score for your performance after the date.]

Although Saya is my only support right now.

If she were to make a move now, this so-called bizarre store visit wouldn't even last a second.

But he couldn't let her do it.

From the moment the date begins, everything is considered part of the date's content in the system's eyes.

How to get your date to protect you?

Is the date all about bizarre encounters?

He didn't even need to look at the system panel to know how badly his rating would drop.

Moreover, in his past dating history, he has always been able to control the pace of the entire date.

Even with these bizarre disruptions, this record cannot be broken!

Lin Yan suppressed the discomfort in her stomach and forced herself to analyze the scene she had just seen.

An internet celebrity said something, and a couple did exactly what he said.

Whatever he says, happens.

Does the word become law?

The thought flashed through my mind.

If its rules truly mean what it says, then this date can be declared a failure.

There is no solution; certain death awaits. Anyone who comes will have to kneel.

A sudden idea flashed in Lin Yan's mind.

wrong.

If it were truly free to kill, it could wipe out everyone with just a single sentence.

But now it seems to be picking its prey, one after another.

There must be some triggering condition.

Lin Yan quickly scanned the entire room.

The three people who are dead have different identities and positions.

The only thing they had in common was that they had all been filmed face-to-face by that blond weirdo.

Do I need to be photographed?

Just as he was about to continue verifying, a middle-aged fat man who kept pushing his way out of the crowd caught the attention of the blond-haired weirdo.

"Good heavens! This uncle is so happy! He's so happy his head is about to fall off!"

The phone was pointed at the fat man, and he was photographed.

The fat man's neck started making cracking sounds as if the bones were dislocating.

Lin Yan paid no attention to the fat man; he stared at the blond-haired man's bizarre face the whole time.

He saw it a second before the fat man's neck snapped.

It kept staring at the phone screen until a certain moment when it smiled, and the fat man's head landed right then and there.

It's waiting for some feedback.

It cannot kill people directly on its own.

We need to figure out what's on its phone.

Lin Yan reached out and picked up the teacup.

"Miss Saya."

Across from him, Saya was still resting her chin on her hand, tilting her head to look at him.

Those eyes never left him.

"Um?"

"I need to attract its attention."

Saya lowered her hand that was supporting her chin and instead placed her hands crossed on the table.

Are you sure?

"I'm not sure, but I want to give it a try."

Saya fell silent.

The scar at the corner of her mouth twitched slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just tilted her head slightly.

"what ever."

Upon hearing this, Lin Yan felt reassured and slammed her teacup down.

With a loud bang, the sound of the teacup shattering was particularly abrupt in the hall.

The blond-haired man turned his head and locked his gaze on the two people in the corner.

It floated over.

It scanned Lin Yan and Saya for a moment, but ultimately chose to focus its camera on Lin Yan first.

The moment the phone was shoved right in front of Lin Yan's face, Lin Yan looked down at the phone screen.

There were no bullet comments, no comments, and not even a live stream.

There is only a small flame icon at the top, followed by a string of red numbers on the right.

"Wow! Look, everyone! Amidst all this carnage, this young man is calmly drinking tea!"

"I bet five cents he ate something absolutely divine, so delicious it made his heart stop!"

No sooner had the bizarre words been uttered than the numbers skyrocketed.

At the same time, Lin Yan felt a sharp pain in his heart, as if it were being squeezed tightly by an invisible hand.

It's not a metaphor; something really gripped his heart, tightening little by little, like wringing out a towel.

But Lin Yan laughed at an inappropriate time.

The hypothesis has been confirmed.

Its rule is not that words can be followed by law, but that two steps must be completed before killing someone.

First, you must take a picture of the target with your phone.

Second, the killing rule can only be triggered if the numbers on the phone meet certain criteria.

Lin Yan speculated that this number most likely referred to the level of popularity.

As long as the popularity reaches a certain level, the settings it mentioned will be forcibly implemented.

This aligns with his stereotype of online food review influencers: they just spout nonsense and do things for money.

He found the rules.

But he didn't know how to crack it.

The angina in my heart is getting worse.

Lin Yan could feel his fingertips starting to go numb, and the edges of his vision were darkening.

Perhaps in a few seconds, the heat level will reach the target, and his heart will stop beating immediately.

I closed my eyes, and my mind raced through every move the blond weirdo had made since he first appeared.

Its ability to make its words lawful depends on the numbers on its phone, that is, its popularity.

Its Achilles' heel is its popularity.

Lin Yan suddenly had a whimsical idea.

Perhaps, we can capitalize on the hype?

But maybe they won't be able to snatch it at all.

Perhaps in this bizarre rule, the streamer will always be the streamer, and the prey will always be the prey.

There is no time.

He has no choice but to gamble.