The weapon by the pillow

Chapter 55 I'm the fuck...the director

"Did you mess up?" The professor turned his head sharply, his eyes behind his glasses like a slithering venomous snake.

"Shadow Cat, what do you mean? Wasn't it you who proposed this 'live trial' and 'online sacrifice' plan? You said that this would put maximum pressure on everyone involved, force out all the people who knew about it back then, force out those behind the scenes... and also divert the police's attention! Now that something went wrong, you're blaming me for messing up?!"

"An accident?" The woman scoffed. "Letting those pawns in the room discover the secret room, the box, and even... break down the wall to get into room 402 on their own, is that an 'accident'? Didn't you say everything was under control? Didn't you install more than one camera and listening device in that room? What were you doing when they covered the main camera with the sheet? What were you doing when they were breaking down the wall? Where's your 'control'?"

"You..." The professor was speechless, his face turning pale and then red.

"All of you, shut the hell up! I'm the fucking director!"

The square-faced man slammed his fist on the steering wheel.

"Shut the hell up! This isn't the time for infighting! We withdrew to preserve our strength for the next performance... Now this 'Liu Li is not dead' video, whether it's real or fake, has already disrupted our rhythm! We can't start the next performance, we need to think of what to do!"

"What do we do?" The professor took a few deep breaths, adjusted his glasses, and looked again at the data stream and posts on the tablet. "If it's fake, then it's like those rats in the room are desperately trying to force us to show ourselves, or to mislead the police and the netizens. If it's real..."

He paused, his eyes turning extremely dangerous: "That means that bitch Liu Li really wasn't quite dead after we left! Or... there was a ninth person in the room whom we didn't know about, who saved her, or... replaced her!"

"You mean...they've taken the bait! They..." The square-faced man's eyes lit up, "They're finally about to make their appearance!"

The temperature inside the car suddenly dropped, a possibility that sent a chill through all three people inside.

If there were others in room 402 besides the three of them and Liu Li at the time...

Who could it be? The police? Impossible, the police hadn't even broken through the first floor when they evacuated.

That is... the group that has been hiding in the shadows all along?

"In either case," Shadow Cat regained her composure and analyzed, "this news that 'Liu Li is not dead' is extremely detrimental to us. It will force the police to reassess the scene, shift public pressure towards investigating the 'evidence,' and more importantly... what if the people over there saw it..."

She didn't finish her sentence, but both of them understood what she meant.

What the people there find most intolerable is when the plan goes wrong, especially if it exposes flaws in their group.

If Liu Li is truly not dead, and what else did she testify against, then that would be a huge loophole!

"We have to go back," the square-faced man suddenly said in a deep voice.

"What?" The professor was taken aback.

"I said, let's go back! Back to the vicinity of Anpingli!" The square-faced man's eyes turned resolute, even crazed. "Whether the video is real or fake, we have to confirm it! If Liu Li is really not dead... we must clean this up! If the video is fake... we still have to find out who's behind this! Anyone who dares to play us will suffer a fate worse than death! If it's them... then we'll settle the score!"

"Boss, are you crazy?!" Shadow Cat shouted. "We withdrew to avoid being directly involved! The police have definitely surrounded the area like an iron barrel! Wouldn't going back be like walking into a trap?"

"The police?" The square-faced man sneered. "My favorite thing is this cat-and-mouse game! Besides, the most dangerous place is the safest place. Everyone thought we'd already made it far away, who would have thought we'd come back for a surprise attack?"

"Professor, you drive!" He looked at the professor. "Turn around. Go around the old town, take the waterway, and approach Anping Lane from that abandoned dock by the river. Go up through the passage there."

At almost the same time, the two switched seats.

The professor wasn't a teacher; he glared at the road, turned the steering wheel sharply, and the Wrangler swerved at the open intersection, turning around and screeching as the tires screeched against the pavement, heading back into the deep rainy night.

The square-faced man lowered his head, looking at the posts on the tablet about "Liu Li is not dead," his eyes filled with malice.

"Want to play with me?" he muttered to himself, his fingers rapidly tapping the screen to bring up a deeply hidden, encrypted communication interface, and sending a message to an anonymous number:

"Keep a close eye on...whether an important figure makes an appearance! If I'm in trouble...erasure them!"

The message was sent successfully.

He turned off the tablet, leaned back in his chair, and closed his eyes.

But his slightly trembling eyelids betrayed his inner turmoil.

Did the performance really go wrong?

He didn't believe it.

He wants to personally... bring the script back on track after it went off track!

At any cost.

……

A woman is holding a mahjong tile and talking on the phone with another woman.

Everyone else was staring at the woman's cards.

Because what she was holding in her hand was a...

"Ninety thousand!"

If she wins, all three families will win!

But at that moment, the tablet screen flickered once, then again...

All eyes shifted from the delicate hand to a terrified and blurred face...

"Interesting!" The white-haired old man sitting at the head of the table laughed.

"Those kids have met their match!" The fourth brother's eyes lit up. "His act can't go on!"

"Yes! Just like this card game!" The old man laughed, gently taking the nine of wan from the woman's hand and flashing it on the table. As if by magic, it was a blank tile. "Everyone was waiting for this nine of wan! But she played it, and it was a blank!"

"You cheated!" the woman said angrily.

"He cheated!" the old man said, pointing at the tablet.

The terrified face was no longer visible on the tablet; only lines of comments remained.

"The cheater... is now a hero for saving a life! Netizens have actually forgiven him for covering up the live stream camera and are praising his resolute courage in smashing the wall and saving an innocent woman who was being hung up by a demon!" someone said, looking at a tablet.

"Don't you think... a pair of pliers could easily smash that wall and rescue people!"

"Is there something wrong with the wall? Or with the people? Or with the script?" the woman asked, while still searching for her 90,000 on the card table.

"A bunch of lousy actors," the white-haired old man looked at the chaotic information on the tablet, slowly raised his head, and instead of being angry, he showed a hint of appreciation.

"A talented director... We can't let his performance down, we have to add some spice to it."