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

Chapter 913 Staring and Scrutinizing

"boom!"

With the man-made "advantage of time and place" and with all the surroundings "bribed", the tycoon threw an unmatched punch!

The heavy fist hit Lacon's chin directly. The sharp ring cut through his jaw skin and pierced into his throat. Lacon was like a sightseeing car overturned by an angry rhinoceros. He fell backwards and flew into the air, completely losing his balance.

"Boom!"

Lacon fell to the ground with a look of pain on his face.

"Ouch……"

He screamed in pain on the ground, and the tycoon followed immediately.

"boom!"

Then he kicked Lacon in the heart and chest with all his strength, causing him to double over in pain on the ground like a shrimp.

This can no longer be called a fight, it is simply a one-sided beating, and it even looks like bullying.

Fu Luo frowned: "Is this the 'Lacan' of the 'Psychological Society'... Damn it, what's so dangerous about him?"

"He looks like a complete... loser!"

He knew that there was a grudge between Tycoon and Lacon, and that this guy seemed to be a "dangerous person" who had killed many players.

but……

Where is his danger?

Fu Luo couldn't understand it at all!

Not only Fu Luo, but Wang Jiu and Katie were also a little confused.

Judging by the tycoon's furious reaction, this guy must be Lacon—but why does he look like he's about to be beaten to death?

The man on the ground had tears, snot, and blood flowing out of him, looking weak and incompetent.

"Is it possible that he is faking it? But what's the point of faking it?"

Wang Jiu couldn't help but murmur.

"No, I'm not pretending."

Lin Yu immediately answered in his heart.

He could clearly see that at this moment there was no trace of acting in Lacan; everything he said was a real and natural reaction.

This is a truly ordinary and common middle-aged man.

but……

Lin Yu didn't understand either.

Does the other person have a split personality, or something else?

But there is one thing that Lin Yu is sure of.

"Lacan" must be extremely dangerous.

because……

After being kicked away by the tycoon, the healthy Du Lengding did not actually lose consciousness and combat effectiveness.

but……

After seeing Lacon being beaten, she walked further away and now stood next to the unconscious Nineteen, watching this one-sided beating from afar with Chlorpromazine.

From this point combined with the previous words of the two people, Lin Yu firmly believed...

There is definitely something wrong with this Lacan.

And it looks like it is hiding some kind of "dangerous trump card" that cannot distinguish between friend and foe.

The tycoon's violence continues unabated.

But soon, he got tired too.

The tycoon, his hands stained with blood, looked at Lacon, who was almost unrecognizable, with a bruised face and dying, and picked him up from the ground.

Even so, Lacan is still alive.

It would be better to say... the tycoon seemed to be intentionally controlling himself so as not to beat the other person to death.

Lin Yu felt even more puzzled by this: "Is the tycoon deliberately torturing the other party? No... I'm afraid not. The tycoon's character is not like that... No matter how hateful the other party is, no matter how much he hates the incident at that time, he would not do this."

That can only be...

Perhaps Lacan’s ability is related to “death”?

Lin Yucai was just thinking about it when the tycoon holding Lacon started cursing.

"Asshole! Asshole! Do you think you can appear innocent by doing this? You bastard who deserves to die a thousand times and be skinned alive..."

Lacon looked at the tycoon, wiped his cheek weakly, smoothed his hair that was stuck to his skin with blood behind his ears, and then wiped away the blood from his nose that flowed into his mouth.

He continued to speak to himself.

"I didn't mean that. You misunderstood me, tycoon. I understand what you said and what you did, but this is not a good way to solve the problem."

Lacon's voice gradually calmed down: "You have to... face the facts."

"You lunatic, you bastard, you've killed so many people," the tycoon said angrily, "and now you're trying to reason with me?"

He clenched his fist again and hit Lacon's head hard.

"puff!"

Lacon's eyes were bloodshot, and he was practically on the verge of death—but he was still able to speak as if unaffected.

"It's not reason, it's facts. I hate reason too. I didn't kill anyone, I was just helping them... and then something went wrong."

Lacon muttered to himself, then suddenly looked at the tycoon.

"But you, Boss He, are you going to blame all the problems on me? Do you think it's all my responsibility?"

Lacon spoke a little faster, his eyes fixed on the tycoon.

"Don't think about that day..."

The tycoon suddenly became extremely angry and interrupted him loudly.

"enough!"

He threw Lacon to the ground again.

"Crack!"

There was a sharp sound, and Lacon's cervical vertebrae bent at an incredible angle. If a normal person became like this, he would definitely be dead.

His pupils dimmed, and then the violent heaving of his chest gradually stopped.

"Is he dead?"

Fu Luo asked in shock.

The tycoon held his head in frustration and said, "Of course not... Damn it! I got caught! All of you stay away!"

Above Lacan's "corpse", black liquid "seeped" out from his body and then re-condensed - another equally ordinary man with exactly the same dress and appearance was lying on the ground.

The original Lacan next to him turned into a shriveled shell, like a deflated black human skin, or a blurry human figure.

Lacon staggered to his feet again and sighed.

"Look... I told you this isn't the way to solve this problem."

"I don't want anyone to get hurt unnecessarily this time. I think we should... have a talk."

Lacon said, and the tycoon gritted his teeth.

"We have nothing to talk about!"

"No, I think so."

Lacan continued speaking, looking at the "skin" under his feet, which had turned into a shadow, like a crack and scar in the world.

"After all, I just want to get back my old friend's belongings..."

As Lacon spoke, a little white thing slowly emerged from the shadow and began to wriggle.

It looks like an eye in inverted color mode, which makes people feel creepy and uncomfortable just by looking at it.

"Damn it—what on earth is this guy capable of?"

Fu Luo couldn't help but curse.

Kirishima is a weird place already, but I didn’t expect that Lakon looks even weirder than those things in Kirishima.

Unexpectedly, Fu Luo's scolding made Lacon turn around and talk to him.

"This is my 'heartland'... to be more precise, a part of my 'heartland'."

"It helps me gain a deeper understanding of people's true thoughts and desires, casting aside the superficial layers distorted by language and shaped by appearances, and allowing me to see the true thoughts of each person that they themselves are unaware of."

"I call it... 'Gaze and Scrutiny.'"