King Crazy Game

Lin Zicheng walked out of the hotel and quickly hailed a taxi. With a small earphone in one ear, he smiled politely at the driver and reported to Hotel C.

The driver looked at him several times in the rearview mirror, and accidentally met Lin Zicheng's gaze. He was stunned for a moment, and showed a flattering expression: "Boss, you don't look like a local. That hotel is the largest hotel in our city. People who go there are either rich or noble. Are you looking for someone?"

Lin Zicheng stopped swiping the screen of his mobile phone and nodded at him.

The availability of various convenient means of transportation has made the taxi business increasingly difficult. The driver may have been driving an empty car for too long, not noticing that the person sitting in the back seat doesn't like to chat, and still stubbornly tries to say a few more words: "Boss, you look like a rich man from your outfit, why don't you stay at Hotel C? You can have fun with your friends."

At the same time, a request came from Lin Zicheng's headset: "Boss Lin, just as you expected, there is a car following you all the way. Do you want to stop it now?"

"Of course I won't refuse the prey that comes to my door." Lin Zicheng smiled slightly, then looked up at the rearview mirror in the car.

The driver met his gaze again, which was still gentle and warm, but he felt an inexplicable chill creeping up from the soles of his feet, as if he had become a lamb to be slaughtered.

Lin Zicheng raised his thin lips, looked at him, and asked politely: "Sorry, I didn't hear what you said just now, can you say it again?"

The driver laughed and said hurriedly, "No big deal, we'll be at Hotel C soon."

He didn't dare to say anything more along the way. He just glanced at the rearview mirror from time to time, quickly sent Lin Zicheng to the door of C Hotel, and pressed the meter: "Boss, we're at C Hotel. Do you want to pay by cash or by scanning the code?"

Lin Zicheng smiled but did not move.

The driver looked back at him. It might be because the weather was too hot, but beads of sweat began to appear on his forehead. He smiled at Lin Zicheng flatteringly again and asked again: "Boss, cash or scan code?"

"Scan the code." Lin Zicheng rested one elbow on the car door and held his phone in one hand, scanning the payment code handed over by the driver. "Is this your first time doing this?"

The driver's eyes flashed, and he quickly asked: "Boss, what do you mean by first time? I have been driving a taxi for several years."

Lin Zicheng smiled silently and glanced around calmly. The driver subconsciously followed his gaze and looked around. He saw an off-road vehicle slowly approaching from the opposite side, getting closer and closer, and slower and slower, and finally stopped a few meters away from them.

The driver's muscles tensed up and one hand subconsciously reached under the seat.

"Before I met you, I thought it would be Gu Jinan who came to see me, but I didn't expect you to be faster than him." Lin Zicheng said calmly, "The money earned by Xu Minmin, a superstar, plus the money earned by Zhou Lichu's club, and the money given by the Liang family."

At this point, Lin Zicheng paused and said, "It can't be considered the Liang family. Liang Xijin's father, Liang Fuming, seems to have long since turned over a new leaf for the sake of his daughter's future, and he withdrew his investment. Jinhuandai was also shut down, and as the chat records were exposed, many people withdrew their money to protect themselves... Money is a good thing, but once it's gone, everything is gone."

Lin Zicheng's slender fingers tapped the screen of his mobile phone intermittently, and the frequency of the tapping matched the driver's nervous breathing, as if he was chasing him urgently, making the driver even more flustered and breathless.

"I've been thinking about this all the time, and it seems like I have nothing to do with you guys. Why did you come to me? Or is it the people behind you who are planning to use something to make me happy and make me willingly pay a large sum of money to support you?"

"Fire." The driver's fake commercial air suddenly disappeared, and his expression was tense and sinister. "Since you appeared in the fire, you can't say that you have nothing to do with us. The man behind me was also in the fire like you."

Lin Zicheng slowed down the frequency of his fingers and looked at him with a smile.

"Boss Lin, I'm just an errand boy. This is all I know. Even if you arrest me and beat me half to death, you won't be able to get what you want to know. But you are different. No matter what you can do, you are alone in my car now. No matter how fast your men are, they can't be faster than me."

Lin Zicheng took his hand off the door and leaned back nonchalantly, his eyes smiling playfully, as if he had heard some childish joke. The driver looked at his expression and wondered for a moment if he had said something stupid, and he grasped the pistol under the seat, veins popping out on his hand.

"Okay, if I can only regard your threat as having some deterrent power, then you can explain your intention... No, the intention of the person behind you." Although Lin Zicheng said this, there was no fear in his voice, and his words were insincere.

"He asked me to tell Mr. Lin a message," the driver said nervously. "He said it was a pity that in that fire, the people who should have died did not die, but the people who should not have died all died."

Lin Zicheng frowned slightly: "Someone who shouldn't die?"

The driver did not answer, just like a person who was only doing his job as a messenger: "It seems that everything is a coincidence, just because someone is too cunning, but if you walk too much on the night road, you will always encounter ghosts. Hands stained with blood should be punished. There is one thing you must know."

Lin Zicheng listened to the message that seemed to say something but actually said nothing, raised his eyebrows and asked, "What do I need to know?"

"In the game of cat and mouse, the position will never change. If your hands are stained with blood, you should pay with your life."

Xu Minmin...Zhong Yuwen...Liang Xijin?

The driver then asked slowly, "Mr. Lin, can I go now?"

Lin Zicheng looked at his tense shoulders and laughed: "This is the first time I see someone holding a gun, but asking someone without a gun, can he leave?"

Then, without waiting for the driver to speak, he opened the car door and strode into the C Hotel.

The driver put down his gun, his whole body covered in cold sweat. After a while, he looked at the SUV on the opposite side and found a cursing rich second-generation man jumped out of it, pointing at his car and yelling: "Do you know how to drive? MD, you've been waiting for so long and you still don't move, are you blocking my way?"

The driver let out a heavy breath, turned the steering wheel and drove away. He didn't expect that the car he was afraid of was just the car of a stupid rich second generation. He was frightened by Lin Zicheng's aura just now!

He kept cursing Lin Zicheng in his heart in the car and didn't notice at all that a low-key sedan was sliding over from the opposite side of the street behind the car, following him not too far away.

Lin Zicheng walked to the front desk and smiled tenderly and ambiguously at the pretty receptionist: "Hello, can you help me find the guest in room A01? I am his friend, Lin Zicheng."

The female receptionist had received countless good-looking people, including celebrities, but the person in front of her still made her eyes light up, especially the way this person looked at her, as if he had a thousand words to say. Her face was slightly red and she said, "Please wait a moment."

Just as she picked up the phone, the boss, who had been appearing in the hotel frequently recently, interrupted her when she heard what she was saying.

Hearing this, he held down the phone with one hand and put the other hand in his trouser pocket, and sighed to Lin Zicheng: "This is your first time coming to my hotel, so you should look for other people first. Zicheng, have you forgotten me?"

When the female receptionist heard his words, she immediately put down the phone tactfully, gave Lin Zicheng a slightly apologetic smile, and left the stage between the two of them.

"If I really forgot?" Lin Zicheng asked half seriously and half jokingly, "What would you do?"

Hearing this, he was silent for a while, without giving a direct answer, and only said: "Questions with ifs are meaningless to answer."

Lin Zicheng smiled.

"If you're looking for Gu Qiuchi, he happened to be out today, and I just happened to run into him on my way here." Hearing this, he came close to Lin Zicheng, frowned slightly, and asked, "I also contributed to the hospitality, so don't you have a word of thanks?"

"How do you thank me? Can I have a cup of tea?" Lin Zicheng didn't wait for his answer and asked the receptionist beside him, "Where is the tea room in your hotel?"

The receptionists looked at each other, not daring to answer.

Hearing this, he smiled and said, "I'll take you there, and by the way, I'll show you the gift that Gu Jinan gave me."

"It's just a thing from the past. What's so good about it? Rather than the gift, I want to know whether he has contacted you or not?"

The spotless transparent glass in the elevator reflected Lin Zicheng's expressionless handsome face.

The elevator door opened. Wen Yan followed behind Lin Zicheng and asked with a playful smile, "The victim of the fire?"

Lin Zicheng nodded and walked beside him: "No, because I don't want to see him. Regarding the fire, I don't want to know who should die and who shouldn't die."

Hearing this, he pressed his fingerprint, and the luxuriously decorated door opened. The quaint decoration style inside was like two different worlds from the magnificent outside: "Do you remember what I said? Who is truly innocent? Once the game starts, bystanders are also guilty."

Lin Zicheng glanced at him, walked to the main seat at the tea table in the middle and sat down: "The appetizers are over, and the real death game has just begun."