Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

"Tell me, have you found anything?"

Lin Yu, holding a gun, sat on a chair and asked as he looked at Forboluo who had circled around the room three times.

The "detective" turned around and looked at Lin Yu with a serious expression.

“Indeed, there are discoveries.”

"This house... is warmer than I thought!"

As Forboluo said this, Lin Yu sighed.

"Dear Mr. Forbolo, my time is precious, and so are my bullets."

"Please activate your Detective ability immediately, or I'll take action."

As Lin Yu spoke, Forboluo no longer dared to slack off and quickly spoke.

"Well, actually I've found the most wrong thing in this room!"

Forbolo said, pointing to the "workbench".

"That table has a hidden mechanism."

Lin Yu frowned slightly: "Trick? Why didn't I find it?"

You know, that table is the place where Lin Yu focused his investigation.

He knocked everywhere, but found nothing wrong.

After all, Lin Yu met Chat when he was inspecting this table - so he had reason to suspect that Chat did not want him to continue investigating this table.

However, after repeated investigations, nothing was found to be wrong.

This made Lin Yu think that it might just be a coincidence.

But Forbolo shook his head.

"It's normal that you didn't notice it, because this mechanism is hidden too secretly..."

Then, Forbolo looked at Lin Yu.

"What do you think is the most important thing about being a 'detective'?"

Lin Yu thought for a moment and said, "Is it a talent for reasoning and observation? The ability to find clues and then unravel them to deduce the meaning behind them?"

"No," Forporro shook his head. "The most important thing for a detective is... 'knowledge'."

Forboluo pointed to his head and said, "You don't need to have a particularly deep understanding of any one area, but you do need to know a little bit about everything."

"The night's stars, the scent of herbs, the hardness of rocks, the styles of fighting... In short, every great detective must be a learned polymath."

"That way, when you want to know the 'truth,' those circumstances that seem like a fog to ordinary people, no big deal, will become friends who will answer your questions."

"Therefore, I don't need to activate my 'Detective' ability yet."

Forboluo walked over to the table and gently nudged the workbench. "This workbench is made of the wrong material. It has a straight grain, is brittle, and stains easily. It's 'balsa wood.'"

"This kind of wood is usually used to make small boxes or boards. Few people would use it to make tables."

"And even if it's used to hit a table, it shouldn't be so 'heavy' - the weight I just pushed up is almost as heavy as hitting the elm wood from my hometown."

"So, this thing isn't made entirely of wood."

"I presume it's like this house—a wood-clad metal structure."

As Forboluo said this, he looked at Lin Yu and scratched his butt very confidently.

"My advice is, if you're looking for something 'wrong' in this house, you can just chop it up, or... burn it."

Lin Yu heaved a sigh of relief after hearing Forboluo's confident words.

He picked up the black torch and lit it without saying anything.

The pale flame burned the wooden board, leaving a black spot, and then... it quickly set the board on fire.

Forboluo looked at Lin Yu who was so decisive and felt a little curious.

"You trust me so much?"

He said in great surprise.

The rising flames over there quickly covered the entire table and burned quietly.

"What you said makes sense. Why shouldn't I believe you?"

Lin Yu looked at the burning table and spoke calmly.

Forbolo shook his head. "Normally, it would be difficult to convince them if I didn't tell them I had activated my ability."

He sighed, "Whether it's the 'Death Game' or reality, everyone is stubborn and nothing can stop them..."

Lin Yu looked at Forboluo and couldn't help but complain: "I think you should look for your own reasons."

Forbolo's analysis just now was indeed reasonable and well-founded, but this person's appearance, accent, and temperament all gave people a feeling of being unconvincing!

He seemed so unreliable.

Which detective speaks with a Henan accent and wears an earmuff?

If Lin Yu had not been very interested in observing humans and therefore been able to minimize the influence of appearance and temperament on his own thinking, he would have also doubted Forboluo.

Soon, the entire table was burned up.

When the fire was about to spread further, Lin Yu picked up the bucket he found under the stove and poured a bucket of snow water on it.

"laugh!"

The flames died down and smoke and steam billowed up.

Forboluo smiled with relief as he looked at the metal box exposed by the burnt wood after the flames died down.

"Ha—I knew there was something in here."

He said this, then stepped forward to brush off the dust and burnt wood residue on the metal box.

But as soon as he reached out and touched the surface of the box, Forbolo let out a shrill cry.

"Emma, ​​hot!"

He screamed and rushed out of the house, putting his hand into the snow outside to cool down.

Lin Yu walked over helplessly, looked at Forboluo, and sighed.

"O learned polymath, great detective, well-versed in astronomy and geography, do you know that the embers of a recently extinguished fire are also very hot?"

Forboluo was in so much pain that tears came out of his eyes. He looked up at Lin Yu and said, "I am too excited..."

Lin Yu shook his head helplessly again: "I really don't know how you survived sixteen copies..."

Lin Yu scooped up another bucket of snow and poured most of it onto the metal box.

After the snow melted again this time, the temperature of the metal box surface also dropped.

Lin Yu calmly brushed off the dust with a book, then wiped his hands with snow.

The full appearance of the metal box was revealed, which was about the height of a six or seven-year-old child.

It is square and has a locked door on the top.

The door of the box is a mechanical old-fashioned knob combination lock.

To open it, you need to enter a four-digit password.

Lin Yu squatted in front of the box and began to think.

"The password..."

Lin Yu said this, and then Forboluo came over.

His right hand was red and swollen, and his palm and four fingers were burned white.

It should bubble up soon.

Forboluo looked at Lin Yu and said, "Brother Wu Yue, can you use your ability as a doctor to heal me?"

"My hand hurts so much, it hurts so much!"

Lin Yu laughed.

"Of course not. I won't pay for your stupidity."

"Besides, this isn't a fatal injury."

Forbolo's eyes fell on the password box in front of him.

"How about this, I'll help you decipher the code, and you help me heal my hand injury?"

Lin Yu looked at Forboluo, feeling a little surprised.

"When did you develop the illusion that you could negotiate with me?"

"If you help me crack the code, I promise not to chop off your hand. That's pretty much it."