Super God: If I punch you, you will die

Everyone stared at the screen, and among them, the one with a furrowed brow was Tsunemori Akane, who was still brooding over that incident.

No, it's less about holding a grudge and more about harboring resentment.

It's more accurate to say that this incident was like a thorn piercing Tsunemori Akane's heart. This thorn may be softened or hidden, but it will not disappear. Of course, as an inspector, this is a reality that Tsunemori Akane must face.

the reality is cruel.

They won't pity you just because you're a delicate girl.

"The virtual avatar's name is 'Depression,' and it's the operator of the social networking site Rainyblue. Although the account belongs to an 82-year-old grandfather, it turns out it was actually opened by his grandson at his request. This grandson, it seems, died in an accident six months ago." The screen displayed photos of faces and examination reports. "At the time, Xiong Yi was 14 years old. But his 'Depression' continues to function even after his death. The grandfather didn't even know how to log into social networks, and the branch office's money seems to have been used as a retirement fund."

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"Rainyblue is also... a super high-end brand, I go there often."

"Tsunemori said with some surprise."

She frequented Rainyblue, a social venue she often attended, and was quite surprised to find that such a strange thing had happened there.

"The ever-increasing number of ghostly virtual avatars... it really is a criminal."

Teng stared intently at the screen, lost in thought, and came to this conclusion. Although Teng was usually carefree and playful, his professionalism as a executor was beyond question when it mattered most.

Is it possible to operate several virtual avatars at the same time?

"I asked Ginoza," he said.

This is indeed a question.

After all, virtual avatars and real people are one-to-one, and they have never heard of such a thing before.

"It's not surprising that some people are socially insane when it comes to online activities."

"What's more surprising is this prisoner's acting skills. The virtual avatars he stole, those virtual characters not only didn't arouse suspicion, but were actually more popular than when they were controlled by the real owner." Tsunemori Akane seemed to have regained her composure.

After all, Tsunemori Akane was also an outstanding talent.

She knows how to regulate her emotions.

for this.

Ginoza disagreed, seemingly thinking otherwise, and countered, "With tens of thousands of users, why didn't anyone notice the imposter?"

"Because there's no such thing as true or false in this kind of thing. These people are online idols. An idol can't be established by their own consciousness alone. Neither Hayama nor Sugawara built their current status solely through their own efforts. They became Talisman and Spookyboogie because of the fantasies of their fans and everyone's adoration... An idol's true feelings and true identity are not the same as their ideal image as that character. Rather than the person themselves, it's more accurate to say that they are better able to play the role that everyone expects because they are fans... There's nothing strange about that."

Lin Yan calmly and slowly recounted his story.

His mind is very active, and he often comes up with ideas that other people wouldn't think of.

This was also the result of his thinking.

"You mean, the prisoner is a fan of these idols?"

Zheng Lu voiced his suspicions.

"Depression, talisman, spookyboogie... the person who is completely familiar with these three characters and can imitate them with high accuracy, who is full of passion and interacts with fans... that is our real target."

"Then how do you distinguish them from the fans? Just the fact that someone is a fan of three people at the same time, how many people would that be?"

"There are also conditions for narrowing down the scope."

Lin Yan's thinking is very meticulous; it's impossible that he didn't think of this.

He is ready.

The objector.

In the end, they will only be left speechless.

It's no exaggeration to say that Lin Yan's brain is like a super-duper supercomputer, capable of storing an amount of information that ordinary people can't even imagine. His analytical abilities are also outstanding, and he would never back down just because he's being questioned.

"First, there's talisman, one of the top 100 regulars on his social forum... We created a chart showing the daily visit times. In particular, we focused on the predicted time of Hayama Kimihiko's death."

The chart was quickly generated based on the conditions Lin Yan described. His suggestion was excellent and very beneficial to the current situation.

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On the large screen in front of them, everyone stared at the screen, and the charts made it even clearer and more understandable.

"It seems like the time visitors spend on the forum is decreasing one by one during this period."

Teng said.

"That was probably a period when Taliman's popularity was declining. But around this time two months ago, things started to improve."

"Looking at the big screen, Tsunemori said."

"At this time, Hayama was killed, and the virtual character talisman was taken away by someone..."

"Conversely, the key is the pattern in this icon: how many people never visit talismansalon again during this time."

Lin Yan observed the charts.

It's like a scanner.

They wouldn't miss a single detail; their sharp eyes captured all sorts of useful information and analyzed it.

At this moment, Lin Yan was the hunter, and he had smelled the scent of his prey.

With everything ready and the best hunting grounds set up, it was time for the hunters to capture their prey. Lin Yan was also looking forward to this moment.

"When Yuichi Tokito, who played a character with depression, died half a year ago, and when the woman who played Spookyboogie died the day before yesterday, the time pattern of fans visiting the forums of these two people should be the same as just now."

"I see, so that's the prisoner's original virtual avatar..."

Tsunemori suddenly realized.

"That's it. From the moment the criminal uses the victim's virtual avatar, he no longer needs to visit these social forums as a guest."

Lin Yan's eyes were calm.

He calmly stated this conclusion: now that this conclusion has been reached, the search scope for finding the suspect will be rapidly narrowed, locking the target area into a smaller range, and finding the criminal suspect more accurately.

"What were the results? Were there any people who met the requirements?"

Tang Zhidu's fingers tapped rhythmically on the keyboard as he searched through a vast database, finding suitable candidates.

It happened in the blink of an eye.

"There is only one guy who is exactly the same. Midou Masato, 27 years old, works at a virtual sports operations company."

"The last antisocial personality coloring test was four years ago during a routine health check... I haven't been scanned on the street since."

Zheng Lu looked at the virtual screen and said calmly.

Four years is not a short period of time. Most people would go out and work normally, and it would be impossible to avoid being scanned by street scanners. Unless someone doesn't go out at all during those four years, and unless there's some unspeakable secret or physical disability, how could an IE (Inspection and Prevention) person stay at home for four years without leaving the house?

There must be something wrong with this.

"People who usually go to great lengths to avoid places where scanners are installed are definitely up to no good."

Of course, another possibility is that he deliberately did extra street scanning.

However, this is a very difficult task, since surveillance cameras are installed in every corner of the city.

Although these cameras are all in the public eye.

This is done to protect the rights of citizens; ordinary people can easily find the location of the cameras. This information is publicly available on Wanqun.

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That being said, the time and effort required for someone to draw a route that completely avoids cameras is beyond the imagination of most people.

and--

Scanning at the entrances and exits of public facilities and by transportation authorities is unavoidable.

“Track this guy’s login history.”

"It's been checked."

Tang Zhidu truly lives up to her reputation as a highly skilled individual; her speed is unparalleled, and her operational proficiency is astonishing. "The most recent login was just a few minutes ago, at a commercial building in Roppongi, Minato Ward. His residence is also in Motoazabu, Minato Ward."

"Inspector Tsunemori, accompanied by Lin Yan and Zheng Lu, is investigating the commercial buildings in Roppongi, Minato Ward!"

"Yes!"

Chang Shouzhu's movements were swift and efficient.

"Teng, Rokugozuka, and I went to Moto-Azabu's residence. The other party not only possessed hacking skills, but also knew how to use explosives and was a dangerous person with equipment against autonomous vehicles, so we were on high alert."

Everyone began practicing Buddhism step by step.

Meanwhile, Tsunemori Akira and the others arrived at the commercial building in Roppongi, Minato Ward. In the elevator, Seiryu threw away a bottle of wine, but after checking, he put it back in his pocket.

Tsunemori Akane looked surprised.

"What is that?"

"The most effective way to deal with illegal projections is with strong liquor."

"This is common sense after you turn twenty."

This explanation elicited a pitiful expression from Tsunemori Akane. If it weren't for the urgency of the situation, even she would probably have made a few sarcastic remarks, but there were just too many things to complain about, and she really didn't know where to begin.

The destination has been reached.

Everyone raised the Dominator, and Tsunemori Akane swiped her card without hesitation, easily opening the door to Mido's residence.

They launched a swift and decisive raid.

The room was empty, but it didn't feel lifeless or desolate; it felt more like a normal room.

Chang Shouzhu took out his identification to show his identity.

"Midou Jiang Gang, we now require you to undergo a psycho=pass test. Please come out!" Suddenly, the surrounding light and shadow shifted, and the projection changed. The chaotic projection gave people a disorienting feeling of time and space being out of balance, and Tsunemori Akane felt a wave of dizziness.

However, he remained calm.

"This is……"

"Not only will the projected clothing be destroyed, but even the room's built-in projector will be split and destroyed!" How interesting! This was Lin Yan's first thought. It seems that this Midou Jiang Gang is a very interesting person in IE. What kind of surprise will he bring this time?

By this time, the room was riddled with traps, restricting Zheng Lu's movements.

Midou brushed past him.

As fast as lightning.

Lin Yan swiftly drew the Dominator and pointed it at Midou's back, but the others disrupted his judgment. It was an illusion, Lin Yan realized in an instant, and the illusion distorted and blended into the background.

"Uncle!"

Lin Yan had known Zheng Lu's intentions for a long time, and he had been waiting for this moment, so he threw the lighter at Zheng Lu without hesitation.

Zheng Lu skillfully caught the lighter, unscrewed the bottle cap with one hand, lit the lighter, and sprayed the liquor at it. The flames shot out like a fire dragon.

The fire alarm was activated.

The automatic sprinkler system dispelled the virtual illusion, and Yu Tang's figure appeared in front of Lin Yan, who was also surprised.

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A flash of surprise crossed Midou's eyes. He and Lin Yan's eyes met in a split second, and it was a matter of who could react faster and have better emergency response.

The Dominator's dark gun barrel was aimed at Midou.

"Crime coefficient: 335; Execution mode: lethal; elimination mode: careful aiming..."

The thought of turning around and running away crossed my mind.

The spread of fear.

The terror in his eyes.

This is what standard prey looks like.

The hunter maintains calm judgment, absolute confidence, and control over the current situation, thus weaving a trap that awaits the prey as it obediently enters the hunter's carefully laid snare.

No matter how hard he struggled, he could not escape this fate of having his throat choked.