Life Dungeon Game

Ekaterie spoke slowly.

When did you start reading this kind of book?

Anne yawned, leaned closer, and searched for the book "Fearless Dawn" among the books that Ekaterie had pulled out.

“It’s not that I think it’s my opinion,” Ejali put her coffee down, “but was there a case before where I was asked to help investigate the cause of death of his parents?”

"Oh," Annie opened her mouth slightly, trying hard to recall, "the mayor's young master?"

“Yes, he is the mayor’s adopted son,” Ejali explained as she rummaged through the rubble. “His parents died in a monster attack. Mayor Vent hadn’t been elected yet, and he adopted him on the spot when he visited the scene. Now that he’s a bit older, he wants to investigate the cause of his biological parents’ death.”

"Didn't you say the cause of death was a strange beast?" Annie blinked, confused. "And now you're even taking on private investigator cases?"

“That’s the official cause of death, but he seems to have a different opinion,” Ejali yawned. “He paid $100,000 in legal fees, paying according to the progress of the case, and even if the final investigation results are the same as the official ones, he will still pay the balance.”

"My goodness!" Annie exclaimed, her mouth agape. "You're so good at this, how did you manage to get such a high-priced case!"

“What do you mean by my level?!” Ejali raised an eyebrow. “I’m a Juris Doctor from Dawn Law School, you know.”

"In two years, I took on seven cases, earned 60,000 yuan, and sent a former employer to prison, where he was sentenced to twenty years in prison."

Pursuing a doctorate?

Annie spoke quickly, muttering to herself.

"What do you mean by sending your employer to jail? He wasn't my employer anymore when I sent him to jail! And I didn't send him there myself, I just told my prosecutor friend about his crimes."

Ekateri argued.

"That's why I said I was a former employer."

Anne nodded.

"Annie, when did you become so good with your words?"

Ekateri reached out and tugged at Annie's lips.

"Hehehe," Annie broke free from Ecarie's clutches, then focused her attention on the bag and books in front of her. "Carie, did you forget the books in the car or at the library? And what does that mayor's son have to do with that book?"

“Possibly, I’ll go look for it,” Ekaterie nodded, then began to answer Anne’s second question.

"It's nothing. I don't know if it's just my imagination, but that young master often feels like someone is watching him. So he made a promise with me that if something happens to him and I can't find him, I should go to the library and look at the only copy of 'Fearless Dawn.' He might have hidden a clue in that book."

I had arranged to meet him yesterday, but he didn't show up, and I couldn't get in touch with him, so I went to the library to see if there were any clues in that book.

"So, is there some hidden clue in that book?"

Annie's eyes widened, as if she were a child who had discovered a treasure hunt.

“I looked through it several times, but there was nothing there, just an ordinary book,” Ejali shrugged. “He only said that it might be hidden in there, or that he might just be grounded at home or have his phone confiscated. I was originally planning to borrow the book to take home and look at it carefully, and if that didn’t work, I would just go to the mayor’s estate to ask about the situation.”

She yawned. "Okay, I'll go downstairs to the car and see if I left it there."

——Ten minutes later——

"No... Could it be left in the library?"

In the underground parking lot, inside a black sedan, an aged yet dignified man quietly watched the image of a black-haired woman rummaging through the car, projected onto the huge in-car screen.

This is real-time monitoring from a miniature camera installed inside the other vehicle.

"Boss, for the past four days, she's either been reading in the library or searching for clues about the monster attack from back then. Only yesterday did she try to contact the mayor's son, and after she couldn't reach him, she didn't seem to do anything else."

It seems she is unaware of the situation; the mayor's missing items likely haven't reached her yet.

The driver, sitting in the front seat, turned his head and slowly explained.

After listening to the driver's account, Naja closed his eyes slightly and leaned back in his seat. "Then let's deal with it and put an end to this."

“Okay,” the driver nodded, placed his hands on the steering wheel, and started the car. “Should we deal with that old administrator?”

"Let's go together."

Naja's voice was old and deep.

In the monitoring footage displayed on the vehicle's screen,

After searching around and finding nothing, the black-haired woman got into the driver's seat, started the car, and picked up the bracelet.

-

"Cheng Hui, that's 1,800 Federal Credits in total."

Roger picked up the bill, a broad smile on his face.

"Eighteen thousand?" He Ao jumped to his feet. "Applying some medicine? Why don't you just rob me?"

"What are you saying?" Roger shrugged. "Robbing is a faster way to make money?"

"Let's round it down," He Ao said, putting on the coat he had just taken off. "How about 180?"

"make a deal!"

Roger did not hesitate.

They gave too much money again.

He Ao sighed, picked up his cane, and tapped his bracelet to transfer money.

Roger, bored, picked up the bag he had just brought, took out the book "The Fearless Dawn" from inside, and casually flipped through it.

"Old man, your book cover is a bit thick."

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“These hardcover books are all like this,” He Ao said, having completed the transfer and taken the book from Roger. “The inner cover is made of cardboard, with a layer of calfskin, fabric, or thick paper on the outside for easy preservation and to make them look more expensive.”

He Ao flipped through the book in his hand, "For example, the cover of this book is cardboard covered with a layer of printed thick paper."

Every profession has its own methods and techniques.

Roger chuckled.

Then he led He Ao to the outside shop, took out a black metal object about one centimeter wide and two centimeters long, carved with cloud patterns, from a drawer, and threw it to He Ao.

"This is?"

He Ao reached out and caught the metal object. With a gentle press, three metal contacts side by side slowly emerged from one end of the metal object.

These three contacts are federal standard data transmission interfaces with built-in magnets, generally used for data transmission between devices. He'ao's smart bracelet also has these three contacts, but they are hidden.

This metal object appears to be some kind of digital device.

“A cryptocurrency hardware wallet,” Roger said, shooing He Ao out of his shop. “You can store your private key in this hardware wallet, and use it to verify payments and transfers. Just touch the contact point on your wristband, and you’ll see the instruction manual.”

In the world of cryptocurrencies, cryptocurrency is a collective term for a series of decentralized currencies that use cryptographic principles to ensure transaction security and control transaction units.

Cryptocurrency core is not much different from toy money used by children, but because its total amount of currency is fixed and transactions are highly confidential, it can, in a sense, serve as a general equivalent or speculative asset, just like precious metals such as gold.

In a sense, it can be regarded as digital gold.

Most importantly, it is not a centrally issued currency, and creating an account does not require real-name authentication. It cannot be tracked by the federal government and is a natural currency suitable for black market transactions.

Therefore, some long-established and widely recognized cryptocurrencies have a status close to that of the Federal Reserve in the black market and some trading markets, and can be exchanged for the Federal Reserve at a certain exchange rate.

"I think you should deposit some money in quickly, you'll probably need it when you run away."

Roger pushed He Ao out of his shop, stuffed a note into He Ao's hand, then lit a cigarette, put it in his mouth, and reached out to press the close button on the roller shutter door.

He slowly turned around and walked deeper into the shop. "You'd better survive, old man."

He Ao opened the note in his hand, which read:

Christos' campaign office phone number:

He Ao watched the roller shutter door close little by little, put away the note, then turned around and, leaning on his cane, walked step by step toward the street.

-

"Hello, sir, this is Ekaterie."

With one hand on the steering wheel, Ekateri connected the wristband to the vehicle's intelligent system.

"Oh, you're here to pick up the book you left behind yesterday?"

The familiar, aged voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Yes, is the book with you? Can I come and get it now?"

Hearing Heo's words, Icarus felt nervous.

Relax, as long as the book isn't lost, it's fine. After all, a book costs several hundred federal dollars, which is too expensive. "Are you in the library right now?"

“No, I’m near the library,” the old voice paused, “I’ll send you an address.”

"Okay, I'll be right there. Goodbye, sir."

Ekali opened the address sent by He Ao and then started navigation.

-

"Ah."

He Ao leaned back on the sofa in the coffee shop and hung up the phone.

He turned his gaze away from the passersby outside the glass window and looked down at the book he had opened in his hands.

His gaze lingered on the thick cover.

Actually, after Ejali left last night, he flipped through the book but didn't find anything unusual.

But Roger's words just now made him notice the book's thick cover.

Unlike other hardcover books, the cover of "Fearless Dawn" is not tightly fitted with the cardboard inside; instead, it is somewhat separated.

He picked up the book, leaned back on the sofa, and slowly raised it. From this angle, his left hand was perfectly out of everyone's sight.

His gaze swept over every corner of the book cover, and finally he found a tiny, faint patch in the lower right corner of the inner page, which looked as if it had been newly glued together.

He slit open the glued part, and a thin, translucent piece of plastic, no bigger than a little fingernail, slid into his hand.

This appears to be a miniature storage chip, which typically requires special equipment to read; He Ao's current bracelet cannot read this type of chip.