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

Chapter 796 Secret Organization

On the highway out of Jiangcheng, a Zhoutong bus was traveling at high speed.

Lin Yu was sitting in the front row feeling a little sleepy, and Shen Bingmiao next to him poked him.

"Don't fall asleep. If you fall asleep, you won't wake up before you get off the bus."

Lin Yu said helplessly: "Don't play abstract."

This bus, of course, was carrying the entire Jiangcheng Media University Drama Club on a "tour".

Although the original departure time was Friday, Shen Bingmiao naturally postponed the time a bit because Lin Yu was going to the place of death for a duel.

The other members of the drama club had no objections: President Shen had paid for their semi-touristy tour out of his own pocket, and although it was called a performance, it was actually no different from a training camp.

If the investors have no objections, what opinions can they have?

What's more, the reason for the postponement was that "Lin Yu", the ace of the drama club, "had some personal matters to deal with."

In the drama club, no one dislikes Lin Yu - as the ace, not only does he make the drama club extremely popular, but he also never gets cocky.

He is very serious in every rehearsal and is very strict with himself, but at the same time he does not put pressure on other members who are just there to participate in club activities. If you want to hone your acting skills, he is happy to answer your questions, but if you are busy with studies or other things, he does not force you to devote yourself to the drama club.

In addition, Lin Yu often helps the props team with the decoration and even helps the publicity team make posters. Occasionally, he will pay for everyone to drink milk tea or bring biscuits made by his sister from his home.

The bus was moving steadily, and Shen Bingmiao chose Henan Province as the first stop of the tour.

Lin Yu has already seen the tour schedule.

Six stops, heading north, starting from Jiangcheng and Henan Province all the way to Beijing.

Rather than a tour, the schedule is indeed more like a trip of eating, drinking and having fun.

As for the venue of the performances, they are basically in the Civic Center or theaters of other media colleges. They are all charity performances, organized for middle school students and the like to watch for free.

The scripts being rehearsed are also two relatively classic plays that can be called masterpieces.

Lin Yu had some complaints.

"I thought there would be a new script, President."

"If you're performing for elementary and middle school students, just use some classics with educational value," Shen Bingmiao said with a curled lip. "It's good enough if you can just enjoy the performance. You have to be so picky. Do you think it's easy for me to apply for venues and negotiate cooperation with those schools?"

"The key is to cultivate children's interest in drama and performance."

Lin Yu was also persuaded by Shen Bingmiao.

Indeed, it would be a good thing if some teenagers became interested in drama after watching their performance.

He recalled his first experience of watching a play - the ticket was given to him by a regular customer of Linzhao's store.

There is often a high overlap between those gourmets who love to eat and those who are keen fans of opera and drama. With the mentality of "it's free anyway, I might as well watch it", Lin Zhao took Lin Yu, who was usually very interested in various movies and performances, to watch the first live drama performance in his life.

The purest acting skills and the purest performance, which relied almost entirely on the actors' own control and improvisation, deeply moved Lin Yu.

But Lin Yu also knew...

Although my acting skills are excellent, whether I can impress children depends more on luck.

"It depends on whether their teachers will ask them to write a review. I hope not."

Lin Yu thought about it and sighed silently.

I always feel it is a low probability event.

If Lin Zhao had asked him to write an 800-word review of the movie when he got home, his enthusiasm might not have faded, and he would still have pursued a path of passion for acting.

But when you reach the point of writing 800 words, you will probably still be biting the pen in frustration.

Lin Yu always believes that people's talents and hobbies are innate elements engraved in their bones and hidden in their genes, and are also influenced by the acquired environment.

Especially for teenagers...in fact, the so-called "destiny" is likely to be just one or two tiny moments.

Even the slightest deviation can lead people to a completely different path.

Lin Yu's thoughts were racing, but were interrupted by a snap of Shen Bingmiao's fingers.

"Snapped!"

A crisp voice sounded, and Lin Yu turned to look at Shen Bingmiao.

"What?"

"Don't be distracted."

Shen Bingmiao said seriously.

"You're not allowed to sleep, you're not allowed to be distracted... We still have a long way to go."

Lin Yu said helplessly.

"Since it's a classic play, there's no need for me to go over the script any more."

Hearing Lin Yu's words, Shen Bingmiao touched his chin and said, "Although the arrangements for the Drama Club are basically complete, the game is not over yet."

When Lin Yu heard Shen Bingmiao say this, he sat up straight and looked at the classmates around him calmly.

Everyone was playing with their phones, chatting, and eating snacks, just like elementary school students on a spring outing, each busy with their own things.

"It doesn't matter. They won't understand if we talk in a more obscure way," Shen Bingmiao said, holding her chin with one hand. "I've already watched the video of the Death Field. Well done, dear 'Ace'. No wonder both 'Order' and 'Freedom Alliance' value you so much now."

"What did Li Hua tell you?"

As Shen Bingmiao spoke, Lin Yu did not hide the fact that he was his senior.

"He's trying to catch the traitor. He suspects someone within Order, perhaps even a high-ranking official, is corrupt. So, he wants to use the election for the president of the Players' Mutual Aid Association in two weeks to send me to South China to investigate."

"I see."

Shen Bingmiao nodded.

And Lin Yu naturally didn't want Shen Bingmiao to listen in vain.

"So... Respected Forum Administrator, Mr. Hacker, you've been working with Order for so long. Do you have any clues?"

"I know the Order's leadership isn't clean. With such a large organization, and the General not being omniscient and almighty, it's normal for things to go wrong," Shen Bingmiao said, resting his chin on his hand. "I'm also somewhat aware of what Li Hua is doing... He's looking into more than just the Order."

"The General has always been convinced that within the current players, there exists a 'deep organization' so deeply hidden that even I haven't discovered it... They understand the true nature of the 'Death Game' better than ordinary players, and therefore possess a threat, or potential threat, comparable to the 'Psychological Society', the 'Plunderers', and the 'Free Alliance'."

"They lurk within various player organizations, relying on covert means to communicate. Even I can't detect their presence."

As Shen Bingmiao spoke, Lin Yu frowned slightly.

He now has a rough understanding that Shen Bingmiao's ability to absorb information is even more terrifying than he imagined.

In the modern society that is highly covered by the Internet, it is not easy to hide from Shen Bingmiao's eyes.

"So... do you think this is just his overthinking, or?"

“I think it’s true.”

Shen Bingmiao sighed helplessly and said.