Killer Sequence Warehouse.

Bai Yi and Bai Jiamu poked Heitao, who was lying face down on the ground, out of boredom. Bai Yi sighed, looked at the ice shards on his fingers, and said quietly, "If Heitao was not a normal person, I suspect he would have died hard now."

Bai Jiamu looked at him speechlessly: "Can you say something nice?"

"That's the best thing I can say." Bai Yi held his face with his hands and lowered his eyes. "I really don't like seeing dead people."

"My wife died in the same way. She was fine one second, and fell to the ground motionless the next."

"It only takes a moment for a person to be gone."

Bai Jiamu paused: "Don't think about it."

"If I could stop thinking about it, I wouldn't be in this game now." Bai Yi tilted his head, murmured softly with a dazed look, "At that time, I kept thinking, what should I do if she died? I thought about it over and over again, but I couldn't figure it out. I had to squat beside her cemetery every day and stare blankly until I was chased away by the old man who was guarding the grave."

Bo Jia was silent for a while, then asked, "Why didn't you go home at that time?"

"I don't want to go home." Bai Yi lowered his head, "...I feel like a place without her is not home, it's just a house."

"Last year when Spades led us to win the competition, each of us on the team was given a wish, and two of us made it. I also wanted to wish for her to come back, but Spades stopped me and I didn't make it."

"Yeah." Bai Jiamu lowered his eyelids, "I was also stopped, maybe."

Bai Yi smiled in realization: "...this guy's intuition is really amazingly sharp sometimes."

"The two guys who made the wish disappeared from this world not long after. I tried very hard to find them but couldn't. In real life and in the game, it seems that no one remembered the existence of these two people, who were on last year's championship team."

"Later, I checked it out on my own," said Bo Jiamu, "and didn't find any information, but I could roughly infer that—"

"——All the members of the championship teams who had made wishes over the years disappeared out of thin air. Their information, both in the game and in reality, was also erased. I couldn't even find a videotape of them playing in the game."

"It feels like... it never existed."

Bai Yi sighed again: "Although I roughly guessed that this crap wish was not a good thing, it was still very sad to verify it. The god who asked us to make a wish also said that if you don't want to make a wish now, you can save the wish first."

"I think the Deer Hunter, Golden Dawn, and King's Crown, the guilds that have won championships, did the same thing. They realized that making a wish was risky, so they saved the wish first."

"I don't know whether this wish is good or bad. We train so hard every day, and now we have to experience the death of our teammates. Sometimes I wonder--" Bai Yi turned to look at Bai Jiamu and asked softly, "Xiao Jia, why do you think we should continue?"

"I really want to ask the presidents of the big guilds who have received wishes, what is the reason why they persist?"

Bai Jiamu tilted his head slightly, not meeting Bai Yichen's scattered eyes, and asked calmly: "Didn't you ask Ni Shen? He was once considered half-president of the Deer Hunters, and he also has a wish in his hand."

Bai Yi's eyes suddenly turned back. He was silent for a long time before he said, "The reason given by Nishen is too strange."

Bai Jiamu glanced at him and asked, "What's the reason?"

"The only reason why Nishen wants to continue to get wishes is -" Bai Yi slowly raised his head, "- to prevent others from getting wishes from God."

A hospital ward.

Bai Liu lay on the hospital bed with his eyes closed and his breathing steady. His skin was almost as white as the bed sheet. His hand was placed on the quilt with an upward pulse cuff on one wrist and an IV drip on the back of the other hand.

The collar of his shirt was slightly open, and the connector attached to the electrocardiogram extended all the way out from the shirt and connected to the electrocardiogram machine next to it. The waveform on the small screen of the electrocardiogram machine rose and fell smoothly.

"It's been two days, why hasn't he woken up yet..." Mu Sicheng lay beside Bai Liu's bed and said listlessly, "Didn't the doctor say there was nothing wrong..."

"We've done all the tests we could, including blood tests, brain CT scans, and MRIs." Mu Ke clenched his fists on his knees. He sat on a bench with his back straight, his lips pursed, and his eyes fixed on Bai Liu on the bed. "Except for some minor external injuries, the tests haven't revealed too many problems for now."

Mu Sicheng suddenly got angry. He bared his teeth and glanced at Mu Ke: "After so much torture, how could it be a minor injury?!"

Tang Erda, who was leaning against the wall opposite the bed with his head down and his arms around his chest, suddenly spoke: "Bai Liu usually tortures people by pushing their pain and psychological endurance limits."

"It's just painful, not fatal, and there aren't even many wounds. Even if they are caught, it's hard to tell. But people usually go crazy from being tortured."

As soon as that name came out, the whole ward fell silent and no one spoke anymore.

Tang Erda looked at everyone's gloomy expressions. He opened his mouth and changed the subject a little stiffly: "Liu Jiayi, did you discuss with Bai Liu earlier to set up the game so that Russell Cemetery would win?"

"Yeah." Liu Jiayi sat on the bench, lowering her head so that her expression could not be seen clearly. "I don't know what Bai Liu and Charles discussed. When they came back, they told me about this matter. They said they wanted to set up a game to let Russell Cemetery win."

"I didn't agree with it at first. It's too outrageous. Only a magical guild like the Gambler's Club can do such a thing as match-fixing. If a new guild like us does such a thing, our popularity will definitely drop severely."

"But Bai Liu finally convinced me."

Liu Jiayi glanced at Bai Liu, who was lying on the bed without much anger, through her goggles, took a deep breath to focus her attention before continuing, "First of all, it's a question of popularity. From all aspects, we need to ensure that everyone gets a gold medal of immunity from death before the challenge, but in reality, this is unlikely."

"Our last match was against Russell Cemetery. The opponent's low popularity and concealed tactical style meant that no matter how exciting the match was, it was impossible to bring us high popularity. From the perspective of maximizing profits, we didn't get much from winning this match. It was just a 5% commission from Russell Cemetery's small gambling pool."

"The most valuable thing in the entire game is our own betting pool."

"After entering the challenge, both sides' betting pools will be cleared and recalculated. Bai Liu wants to get our own betting pool. The best way is to set up a trap and let the other side win. But this is actually very easy to detect. In order to make it easier to pass on the blame later, Bai Liu thought of asking Lachars to join in."

Mu Ke frowned when he heard this: "But Charles, do you think our guild's gambling pool is worth it?"

"Of course he doesn't think highly of us. The gambling pool of Charles's own gambling club is hundreds of times larger than ours. In terms of points alone, our guild is far from being worthy of his attention." Liu Jiayi replied calmly, "But Charles is different from Bai Liu."

"What he likes is not the money, but the gambling itself. He enjoys the thrill of turning the tables dozens of times and winning big with a small investment. Otherwise, he wouldn't spend so many points every year to discover dark horses among newcomers instead of cultivating his own guild."

"From this point of view, Russell Cemetery's victory over us is completely in line with this guy's gambling review aesthetics, so when Bai Liu hooked him, he happily took the bait."

"Bai Liu is preparing to increase his advantage from the start, pressuring the Russell Cemetery players to the extreme, widening the gap between the two sides' betting pools to give Charles a satisfactory preseason betting game, and at the same time see if he can reach a deal with the Russell Cemetery players. It's a plan that kills three birds with one stone."

Liu Jiayi withdrew her gaze from Bai Liu's face and took a deep breath: "Although the final result is similar to what Bai Liu expected, but..."

The process is really far from perfect.

Mu Sicheng realized something and started to complain, "Damn it! No way! Is that why you said so little on the court this time? Did you and Bai Liu already know that we would lose?!"

"Didn't you discuss this with us in advance?" Mu Sicheng's eyes turned sharp and he questioned, "You really don't take us seriously!"

Liu Jiayi rolled her eyes and said, "Do you think this game is going to be played well? If one of you three adult men had better acting skills, Bai Liu wouldn't have come to an eight-year-old girl like me to help him set up the game."

The three adult men with poor acting skills fell silent.

“Knock, knock, knock.”

There was a cautious knock on the ward door.

Tang Er consciously glanced at Bai Liu lying on the bed, reached to his lower back and was about to draw his gun, but halfway through he realized that this was reality, not a game, and no one would hurt Bai Liu anymore, so he paused.

Liu Jiayi noticed Tang Erda's action of drawing his gun and paused.

...Even Tang Erda is oversensitive to this extent.

After witnessing Bai Liu being tortured by Bai Liu, it seems that everyone needs some time to recover.

Tang Er put his hand down and said in a deep voice, "Come in."

The door was slowly pushed open. Yuan Guang stood outside the door awkwardly, holding a heavy fruit basket in both hands. He bowed slightly and said, "Sorry to bother you. I'm here to visit Bai Liu."

Seeing that it was Yuan Guang, the expressions on everyone's faces faded in an instant. Even Tang Erda, who was always tolerant, just stared at Yuan Guang without asking him to come in.

Being stared at by four death rays, Yuan Guang thought in his heart: QAQ.

I really want to kneel down and say sorry a thousand times!!!

In the end, it was Mu Ke who spoke first: "Thank you for visiting. Please come in first."

Yuan Guang nodded and said thank you with a tense look on his back, then stepped in cautiously, gently placed the fruit basket beside the bed, and then looked at Bai Liu on the bed with a little concern: "Is he still not awake? What did the doctor say?"

"Didn't you just come and ask this yesterday?" Mu Sicheng sneered without even looking at the other person. "What the doctor said yesterday, the doctor should say the same thing today. You can't remember it after one day?"

"If you want to be a good person in front of others, at least do it well, right?"

Yuan Guang's expression became more and more awkward. He clenched his fist and coughed. Mu Ke interrupted Mu Sicheng calmly, "The doctor said that today's situation is similar to the previous one. It's nothing serious. But if he doesn't wake up and can't eat normally, we have to consider inserting a gastric tube to intake nutrition."

"Considering that inserting a gastric tube would be very uncomfortable, I am still asking the doctor if there is any other solution."

Yuan Guang fell silent. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but felt that whatever he said would be meaningless.

He now knows everything about Bai Liu.

This young man, who is three years younger than him, works in the Internet industry like him. He was laid off not long ago and lives in an old rental house of only about 40 square meters in a remote area. He grew up in an orphanage.

His favorite food is cheap hot pot with a discount of less than 50%. The mobile phone he uses is an old model that a friend bought for him when he graduated from college three years ago. Two years ago, Bai Liu bumped into a group of speedsters, who hooked his phone out and broke the screen, but Bai Liu has not replaced it yet.

When one person lives much better than another person, this person helps the other person perhaps just out of a kind of condescending sympathy, a kind of pressure from public opinion, a consideration of resource balance, and a kind of natural law of human nature.

The person being helped might not be very grateful, after all, the person who helped me has never experienced one ten-thousandth of the suffering I have endured.

But when one person is much worse off than another, and this person helps the other...

Why is that?

Yuan Guang took a deep breath. He recalled seeing Bai Liu lying on the ground with a pale face without a trace of blood, and his mind going blank when he gradually disappeared in Tang Er's arms.

He called Bai Liu's name, tears falling unconsciously, with a thousand questions on his lips, but in the end he just cried and said:

"Don't die!"

It's really embarrassing.

"Mr. Charles came to see me." Yuan Guang sat on the bench, his head down, his hands tightly against his knees. "He said Bai Liu bet on us and won his own betting pool. Since the initial betting funds were 3:7, Bai Liu's share of the betting pool was also 70%."

"He told me that Bai Liu wanted to use these 70% points to make a deal with me and buy my Russell Cemetery."

Yuan Guang took a deep breath and exhaled slowly: "I came here today to tell Bai Liu that I won't sell it."

Mu Sicheng's expression darkened in an instant, and he was about to curse: "You fucking ......"

Yuan Guang continued to say the following words: "I discussed with the other people in Russell Cemetery and told them what happened in the game. We decided that only 20% of the points are enough to deal with our real life difficulties. We don't want the rest. We will work hard to return the 20% points to Bai Liu in the future. It's just a loan from us."

"We don't want to be bought, we want to join the wandering circus voluntarily."

Mu Sicheng suddenly changed his tone and said, "——You are quite tactful."

Before leaving, Yuan Guang said goodbye to the others politely, took a deep look at Bai Liu lying on the bed, and said seriously: "Good people will be rewarded."

"Bai Liu will surely wake up soon."

After Yuan Guang left, Mu Sicheng snorted and said, "That's a reasonable thing to say."

Mu Ke's expression became a little more relaxed than before. He looked at Tang Erda and asked, "How's the property deal going?"

"Su Yang told me that it has been properly resolved." Tang Er nodded. "After I came out, I immediately told him to look for those secondary contract certificates in every cemetery. Now they have all been destroyed. The land under the building is also being tested, but the heresy value has dropped a lot. The patients who were sucked dry in the hospital are also getting better."

"If nothing unexpected happens, the Five-Buildings dungeon will probably not be put into reality."

"It's just that the problem of the unfinished building is difficult to solve. The Bureau of Heresy can only approve a portion of the funds for these people." Tang Er frowned. "In fact, Bai Liu should have calculated that the 70% of the gambling pool points he gave should be enough to solve their problem without the Bureau of Heresy's intervention."

"But it looks like Yuan Guang and his team won't take the other 50%."

Mu Ke looked at Bai Liu lying on the bed with a steady gaze: "The funds approved by the Bureau of Heresy, plus the 20% of the gambling pool points Bai Liu gave them, are enough."

Tang Erda was stunned: "What is enough?"

Mu Ke smiled and looked at Tang Erda: "I have more than enough to take care of the remaining capital chain."

Tang Er frowned: "This is not a small amount. Can your father let you use this money?"

"But we are not a small guild anymore." Mu Ke looked at Bai Liu lying on the bed calmly. "To put it simply, from the perspective of cash flow from the points flowing in our gambling pool, we are already a publicly traded company with huge profits. From the perspective of operating a company, whether in terms of the number of people or the scale, we need a base in reality."

"I can give my father a report based on our association's profitability and convince him to invest in our company."

"And I also think it's time for our president to move out of his small rental house."

Mu Ke said calmly.

Mu Sicheng who was sitting next to him was shocked by this statement. He looked at Mu Ke who was sitting next to him with a strange look.

...Buying an entire piece of land just to get Bai Liu to move out, is this the world of the rich?

"Will your father not delve into what this company you are talking about?" Tang Erda frowned, "We have nothing in reality."

Mu Ke looked over, with an inexplicably casual smile on his face: "It is because he doesn't delve into anything that he can achieve what he has today, Captain Tang."

"Sometimes the gray area is the place where profits can be made. He just needs to trust that I won't hurt him."

Tang Erda: "..."

Mu Sicheng: "..."

Liu Jiayi: “…”

I always feel like...something has changed about Mu Ke, and it makes me feel a little cold.

“Knock knock knock—”

The door of the ward was knocked again. This time, the person outside did not wait for the person inside to say "Come in", but just pushed the door open as if he knew the way.

Fang Dian came in with a stainless steel lunch box in his hand and smiled: "Good afternoon, I took advantage of my break to come over and bring Bai Liu lunch!"

Mu Ke immediately stood up to make room for Fang Dian. Fang Dian raised his hand and pushed Mu Ke back, saying, "I don't have time to sit. You guys can sit. I have to go back to work later."

She glanced at Bai Liu lying on the bed, put the lunch box on the bedside table, and asked in surprise: "Didn't the doctor say he was fine? Why hasn't he woken up yet?"

"Come on." Fang Dian spread his hands, "Looks like I'm giving away this meal for free again today, you guys can open it and eat it later."

A group of people glanced at the lunch box placed on Bai Liu's bedside table with a wandering gaze, and suddenly hummed in a casual tone.

Fangdian delivered meals yesterday and the day before yesterday. The menus were:

Spicy fried watermelon rind (a little bitter - Tang Erda dialect).

Steamed mango and tomato rice (it was steamed too badly, the tomatoes were not peeled, and it looked a bit... - Liu Jiayi's words).

Pig's trotters stewed with snow peas (the snow peas were not soaked and were so hard that they came out the same way as when you put them in. The pig's trotters must have been from sows, as the skin was very chewy. Mu Sicheng finished a whole bowl of rice with just one mouthful of pig's skin, and it was still not chewed enough).

…

If they were not sure that Fang Dian had no ill intentions towards Bai Liu, they would sometimes suspect that Fang Dian was not here to bring food to Bai Liu, but wanted to send Bai Liu away.

After Fang Dian put down his lunch box, he sat at the head of Bai Liu's bed for a while, and naturally began to talk to Bai Liu who had not woken up yet: "Lao Lu has been on a business trip these days and has not come to see you. I couldn't get in touch with him when I called him. I don't know what he is doing..."

"But he's always very busy and can't be contacted most of the time. Don't blame him for not coming to see you. Your illness came on too suddenly."

"…The last time you were sick and hospitalized was when you were in high school. Lao Lu and I took turns taking leave to look after you. You stayed in the hospital for a week, and after reimbursement, it cost us three or four hundred yuan. We didn't eat meat that month."

Fang Dian held his chin up to his hand and looked at Bai Liu, whose face was pale and whose eyelids were closed. He suddenly laughed, "Now there are so many people guarding you, so many people are vying to spend money on you. Just now I saw two fruit baskets beside your bed. I don't know who brought them to you. I might be sick too. I am actually quite happy to see you sick."

"Wake up quickly, or you won't be able to see how worried they are about you."

"Looking at their expressions, I'm happy for you."

"So many people like you, Bai Liu."

After chatting with the unconscious Bai Liu for a while, Fang Dian waved and left the ward to go to work. Before leaving, he smiled at the others, gave them a thumbs up and said, "I noticed that you all ate my meals very cleanly in the past few days. Except for Lao Lu and Bai Liu, this is the first time that so many people like to eat my meals so much. I specially made a little more today!"

As soon as Fang Dian left, everyone looked at the huge four-layer stainless steel lunch box that Fang Dian left on the bedside table with heavy eyes, and swallowed their saliva in unison with dry throats.

...This is at least half the amount than yesterday...

After a long while, Mu Sicheng rolled up his sleeves with a fierce look in his eyes: "Let me be the first to test the poison today!"