Chapter 582: The Evil God's Game

Heresy Authority, Trial Court.

The snow-white marble execution dome was surrounded by empty space.

At the centre of the execution table was Cen Buming, handcuffed and chained to his hands, sitting quietly on a seat in the round table, looking up at Lu Yizhan, who had changed into his first team uniform, and was in the mood to taunt Lu Yizhan: "How long have you been wearing this?"

"The return of the prophet, such a prestigious event, won't the Heresy Authority order you a new one?"

Lu Yizhan put on his gloves in silence, he took the gun from the execution table, raised it to Cen Buming, and took a deep breath: "Trial of heretic 0009 for assault at 6.17pm."

"Judgement Heresy Name, Generation Hunter Cen Buming ."

"The Inquisitor, Lu Yizhan, was reinstated as Captain of Detachment One three hours ago."

"Heretic Cen Buming, answer me -" Lu Yizhan looked Cen Buming straight in the eye, his gaze never looked so cold and sharp, "Did you hurt, or kill innocent people in the game? have you harmed, or killed, innocent people?"

"Did you harbour the heretic Daniel with the intention of using him for evil in the process?"

"Did you play the role of a coercer in this murder by letting the clown hurt Muke and Mu Sicheng who had done nothing wrong?"

"Were there moments when you could have prevented a tragedy, but because of your own obsessions you had to condemn innocent people as sinners to vent your resentment and anger at not being able to save others under so many worlds?"

"Have you, in the course of your reincarnation, become so overwhelmed by hatred that your purpose is no longer salvation, but revenge, and you no longer have the means to see reasonably the humans and heretics around you, to distinguish between them -"

"- Heretic 0009, have all that you can see become the object of your future execution?"

Cen Buming didn't dodge Lu Yizhan's eyes as he replied, "Yes."

"So you should have killed me a long time ago, Lu Yizhan."

"There is no need to provoke me." Lu Yizhan's tone did not rise or fall, "I will not kill you because of my own emotions, I will only judge you for the wrongs you have done."

"Two dead victims, Muke, Mu Sicheng ."

"Two victims of serious injuries, Tang Erda and Liu Jiayi."

"I want to know what you did in this game, why they died, why they were seriously injured and what was your role in it?"

"You left out one other person." Cen Buming looked up and he said without a ripple, " Bai Liu ."

Lu Yizhan's pupils flinched.

He had a hunch ...... he would really fire that shot today.

Cen Buming continued in a clear and articulate manner, "I took Daniel into the guild in the first place to shatter the soul of Bai Liu in this world line, and your leaving this guild made me realize that you could no longer be on my side and that I had to kill Bai Liu on my own, but I was required by the rules of the game not to interfere directly with Bai Liu's life, so I chose a compromise yet complete solution to the problem -"

"That would be getting Daniel into the guild."

"But there's no way Daniel could have shot Bai Liu." Lu Yizhan calmly retorts, "Your plan is full of holes."

"Right." Cen Buming looked calmly at Lu Yizhan, "So I told him that if you were strong enough and your value was high enough for your godfather to see you, he would surely choose to come to you."

"-and the best way to prove your power is to defeat your godfather."

"If you win your godfather in the middle of the game and clear out the people around him, he will definitely come to you."

"I was inducing Daniel to kill someone, and I knew that if I moved anyone around Bai Liu, Bai Liu would definitely move against Daniel in reality, and if any innocent person around Daniel was killed by Bai Liu while Bai Liu was moving against Daniel, then it would be impossible for you to let him go again. The only way to get rid of him is to kill him. "

"And Daniel, the family, is going to do something to him and it's going to involve someone else, and as soon as Bai Liu does it, there's no turning back for him."

"That was my plan from the beginning."

"From the looks of things." Cen Buming even sneered, "The plan is being executed well."

Lu Yizhan was quiet for a moment: "You were in the game, what did you do?"

Cen Buming tilted his head as he looked at Lu Yizhan, his face cold, "I put Bai Liu in the Well of Sinners, standing by while the Joker shot and killed, delaying the duress so that his skill Soul Crusher could keep CDing."

"-caused the serious injury of Liu Jiayi and Tang Erda, the death of Buming, Muke and Mu Sicheng."

"Are these ......" Lu Yizhan took two deep breaths as he spoke with a slight tremor in his voice, "what you intended in the first place, or did you unintentionally cause this to happen?"

Cen Buming was quiet for a long time this time, looking at Lu Yizhan with those clear yellow eyes and speaking in a calm tone.

"It was my purpose in the beginning and the result of what I led to, and I sought mercy."

"I fully meet the criteria for your trial, carry out the sentence, Lu Yizhan."

Lu Yizhan gripped the gun, he looked at Cen Buming silently for a long time, seeing his eyes redden, then he gritted his teeth and broke off the safety: "Heretic 0009, trial over."

"The verdict of the trial is, guilty."

Cen Buming closes his eyes.

In-game.

As the monsters were slaughtered and the level was about to be passed, Bai Liu looked at Daniel who was jumping for joy and smiled softly, "Daniel, would you like to make a deal with me?"

"Of course I do!" Daniel turned around excitedly, "What is the deal you want to make with me, Godfather?"

"I tell you, tonight, I'll kill Phoebe and get the whole family, and I'm willing to give the whole family to ...... if you want."

"Oh no, no, no!" Daniel quickly contradicted himself, his eyes shining at Bai Liu, "It's a deal is it! I know the Godfather's rules, it has to be a paper money deal! No giveaways!"

"Then Godfather you can just give me a dollar!"

"For one dollar, I'll sell you the entire Hinchmani family!" Daniel compared a one.

"No, I don't want your family." Bai Liu spoke in a flat tone, "I want your soul."

Daniel was dumbfounded, but he soon jumped up in ecstasy: "Of course!"

"When do we trade!"

Bai Liu: "Right now."

"Yes!" Daniel knelt reverently on the floor, his head tilted, his eyes all cautious expectation, like a child expecting his father to stroke his forehead and praise his usefulness, "I am perfectly willing, to offer my soul to the godfather."

"One point?" Bai Liu looked at him and asked lightly, "Is that okay?"

"Of course!" Daniel took the point coin Bai Liu handed him with great treasure, tucked it away, and tilted his head with a sunny smile, "This is the best bar mitzvah gift I've ever received."

"Is that so?" Bai Liu lowered his eyes, eyes hidden by long lashes, to look Buming clear, "I have one more game to play with you."

[System Alert: Player Bai Liu uses player Daniel's system panel to use his opponent's personal skill - (Soul Crushing Gun)]

Bai Liu drew his sniper rifle and pointed the fading green glow at the frozen Daniel, Bai Liu's gaze was devoid of emotion: "This game is-"

"- I will fire a shot into the sky, and your bullet will fall back to the ground depending on the ruling, and that shot may kill you."

Daniel was confused and puzzled: "Godfather?"

But he quickly accepted the move that Bai Liu would shoot and kill him, and with only a slightly regretful shrug, he closed his eyes, "If the Godfather finds the game of killing me interesting."

"Then the godfather will kill me."

"I am only the property of my godfather, who certainly has the right to do with me as he pleases, and I will not fail to recognise my place like those fools."

Bai Liu turned the gun back around, turning the sniper rifle into a miniature toy gun as he did so, and he put it back into Daniel's hand.

The gun coalesced into a bullet point of light aimed at Bai Liu, who looked at Daniel, whose expression instantly became frightened, and said softly with downcast eyes, "-and it could have killed me."

"You fire this one, and guess this one -"

"Will it kill you, or will it kill me?"

"Bang-!"

"Bang-!"

The gunshots in the courtroom and in the game rang out and stopped at almost the same time.

Bai Liu logged out of the game, Lu Yizhan took off his bloodstained gloves and they both paused for a moment before moving on again.

The doves that were startled into the sky by the gunfire at the edge of the courtroom and the flowers that fell to the ground from the Hinchmani family from the corner of the staircase where they were hit by a guest, all intermingled in a messy mass, the broken red of the flowers, and the scattered white of the doves, merging into a colour like blood at the end of the gunfire.

From behind Bai Liu came the terrified screams of the guests.

" Daniel shot himself!"

Cen Buming, who was sitting in a chair behind Lu Yizhan, slowly collapsed. Lu Yizhan covered his eyes and slowly adjusted his breathing as his mind recalled the last words Cen Buming had said to him.

[Brother.]

[Only accompanied you to here in the last world line.]

[I'm the one who broke my word.]

On the sixth day after the semi-final, burial is appropriate.

Muke's funeral was organized by his housekeeper, which was extravagant, but for some reason, it was also done very quickly, and Muke's parents did not show up from the beginning to the end.

Bai Liu asks why.

The housekeeper wiped his tears and said with some sadness, " Mr. Mu's father had prepared for Mr. Mu's death a long time ago, this burial kit and procedure Mr. Mu's father had prepared when Mr. Mu was a teenager, but he had never used it, now Mr. Mu really ...... used it immediately. Now Mr. Mu is really using it immediately."

"As for what Mr. Mu likes and dislikes, I don't know who to ask other than you, Mr. Mu and his parents have never been close and Mr. Mu's parents don't know what he likes and dislikes.

Mu Sicheng's funeral was basically organized by Bai Liu, but Mu Sicheng's parents only showed up in a hurry at the end of the ceremony.

Mu Sicheng's parents met with Bai Liu twice, ate twice, thanked him, said they wanted to settle the funeral expenses with him and gave him a red packet, which Bai Liu refused. The funeral of their son.

However, there is still no intention of taking over the funeral process for Mu Sicheng.

Realising what was going on, Bai Liu politely accepted the money and said that if there was nothing serious, you could go home and come back when the funeral was over.

Mu Sicheng's parents let out a long breath, and their faces, which had just been crying and still had tears on them, showed that obvious expression of relief and relief, as if they had left behind some big burden: "We are very busy at work, so we really can't help him organize his funeral properly, we will take care of the money here, the budget is less than 200,000, you look after it, organize it properly, make sure to give my son a good funeral. Make sure you do a good job for my son's funeral."

Bai Liu agreed and quietly watched the parents leave.

He could sense that Mu Sicheng's parents had grieved over Mu Sicheng's death, but the grief was so shallow that Bai Liu wondered to himself - was it normal for them to grieve like that, but not for me to grieve like that, to be a psychopath or a monster, to grieve over his friend's death? I'm a psychopath or a monster who is so upset about his friend's death that he can't rest even if he takes revenge?

Maybe he really was a monster all along.

And the monster realizes at this moment that the emotion of shedding tears between people can be so shallow.

Muke's parents also came to see him once. The parents, who were both very elegantly dressed, sat across from Bai Liu in a dignified manner, restraining their tears while expressing their sadness in a subtle way, thanking him for taking care of Muke, the exact words of which the distracted Bai Liu could not remember.

Bai Liu only remembers looking at the boy sitting next to them, who was not much younger than Muke, who had a slightly dull look in his eyes, and who looked somewhat like Muke, but, unlike Muke, always looked at him with a very light and gentle smile, and looked at him with some fear.

Or maybe it was that the way he looked at him at the moment was just terrifying.

" Mr Bai Liu?" Soon Muke's father noticed Bai Liu's sight and with his scalp tingling a little he stepped in front of his illegitimate son, his tone weak, "Excuse me, are you looking at Xiang Muke's brother, is there something wrong?"

"Is he Muke's brother?" Bai Liu took a sip of water and spoke calmly as if he were having a casual conversation, "How come I've never heard Muke mention it before?"

Muke's parents paused somewhat awkwardly before Muke's father cleared his throat and said, "We don't have anyone to give a speech either, so it's a good idea for Muke's brother to go up and give Muke a eulogy."

"A lot of people from our side of the family will be there, and we'll also take this opportunity to introduce Muke's brother to everyone, there hasn't been any proper opportunity before ......"

Oh, coming to him turned out to be the point.

Bai Liu was suddenly enlightened.

It turned out that Muke's funeral was to be used as a stepping stone to announce to everyone the new heir to the Mu family, to announce to the world that Muke, the oldest son with a heart condition who had been a drag on them for 25 years, was dead and that they now had a new, healthy, unstable and untimely heir to the Mu family, and to hope that he, Muke's apparent friend, would behave himself. friend will have the sense not to get into anything.

Bai Liu put down his glass of water and looked up at the brother, "If you let him show up at Muke's funeral."

"I'll be able to make Muke's funeral, his funeral."

Bai Liu says gently, to the horrified gaze of Muke's parents, "Now I have two funerals on my hands."

"-and I wouldn't mind one more." Bai Liu said with smiling eyes and tenderness.

The part of Muke's brother's speech was then cancelled.

The day of the funeral, early in the morning, at the internal hospital of the Heretic's Authority.

Bai Liu stands in the corridor and looks over at Tang Erda and Liu Jiayi lying in their beds in the ward, both on ventilators in the transparent critical care wards on either side of the corridor, surrounded by a pile of testing instruments, covered in various wiring and magnets, their blood pressure and heartbeats high and low, fast and slow, their faces on ventilators, their brows all furrowed as they breathe unevenly into the The respirator spewed a mist that looked very faint.

With the help of Su Yang, Bai Liu transferred Liu Jiayi to a hospital within the Heretic Authority, which is why Hearts could not find out.

"He's been in a coma for almost a week." Su Yang stands in the corridor with Bai Liu, who looks on worriedly, "Why isn't he awake yet."

"Was it attacked by some heretic and hurt so badly?"

-- Bai Liu told Su Yang that both Tang Erda and Liu Jiayi had been attacked by heretics, and Su Yang did not doubt that both had indeed detected significant levels of contamination.

After visiting Tang Erda and Liu Jiayi, Bai Liu had to leave for the funeral, and the site of Mu Sicheng's and Muke's gravesite was chosen with the help of Su Yang, who had this to say -

"The Heretic Authority often has casualties, so they have good relations with many cemetery developers." Su Yang smiled bitterly helplessly, "I didn't expect to be able to use that connection for you."

"I thought it was only people in the Heretic's Authority who needed to be in constant contact with the cemetery estate agents."

When Bai Liu left the hospital, the sky was already cloudy and he wore a full black suit with only a white paper flower pinned to his chest. As the funeral was in the open air, Bai Liu took a long black umbrella to the cemetery to prevent the rain from dampening the flower.

He had the foresight to bring an umbrella, and halfway through the funeral it did rain.

The first to start complaining were Mu Sicheng's parents, whose voices were very quiet but were heard by Bai Liu.

"Why isn't ...... finished yet?"

"Has the bill for the funeral come through yet? How much did it cost?"

"That's not bad. ......"

"You don't have to say it, it's just this one time, you won't have to pay for Mak Si's living expenses in the future, it's equivalent to this money just being given to him in advance."

"Luckily we were already thinking about test tubes when we found out Mako IV was stealing ......"

"Eh, that's it, we don't owe him anything, don't join our family in your next life, it's not meant to be."

Bai Liu stands in the rain with a long-handled umbrella, droplets of water hanging from his long eyelashes as he slowly lifts them.

The discussion then began with Muke's parents, whose faces were sad and in tears, but the words came out with a strange sense of relief.

"...... Cole is a good boy, after all these years."

"But it's better to be gone, gone so he doesn't have to suffer."

"And we don't have to be tortured."

"It's good for everyone."

Bai Liu lifted his eyes, and his tone was flat, with an elusive indistinctness and chill through the rain curtain.

"There is no need for a third person, other than the deceased, to feel relieved at their death at this funeral."

"If so, please leave."

The funeral was solemn, Bai Liu, a shifty, unpredictable friend of the deceased, made everyone a little wary of him, and Mu Sicheng's parents were the first to bow their heads in anxiety and leave, while Muke's parents wanted to stay and run the funeral for a while longer, but under Bai Liu's watchful eye, they too left with nerves on their heads.

In the centre of the two already placed headstones, only one Bai Liu remains, holding a long-handled umbrella.