NOVEL NEXT Chapter 353 Fu Liaoyi's Third Trade
A massive red virtual screen unfurled before my eyes.
"Warning! Warning! You are about to initiate the world-destroying program, targeting plane: 002341-23-1"
"Please select the destruction mode."
"Level one destruction will evaporate its oceans, heat up its atmosphere, and is expected to exterminate over 99.999% of life forms; level two destruction will bomb its core, fracturing the planet, and is expected to exterminate over 99.999999% of life forms; level three destruction will, with a massive amount of energy, completely erase its traces, blasting the stellar debris out of the Solar System, and will totally destroy the lifeforms of that plane!"
"Please note, if this natural plane is destroyed, even if it is restored, it will never again be able to provide space-time tidal energy!"
Old Wang rolled his eyes, thinking what nonsense; it's just killing an NPC in the Game, not really setting fire to one's own house.
He immediately shut down the destruction program and said earnestly, "Xiao Ai, sometimes I'm just joking; you don't have to take it so seriously. Of course, I know you're doing it on purpose, and frankly, you look quite cute when you're angry."
Old Wang, as a seasoned lecher, could appreciate a variety of beauties. Xiao Yue was his favorite girl, but Xiao Ai was not bad either.
Xiao Ai stood still, choosing to ignore such praise, but unconsciously, her entire being started to emit white vapor.
"How much would it cost us to kill a human on Earth now?"
"One laser shot will cost 1,100 yuan."
"Why is it so expensive!"
Xiao Ai explained, "The cost for one laser shot is originally around 5 yuan, but any cross-era technology can bring about subtle butterfly effects, weakening the space-time tidal energy of the Earth Plane. We have to account for this loss. Of course, using Idealism methods, you don't need to worry about that, since space-time tidal energy is essentially a kind of Idealist thing."
1,100 yuan for cost!
Old Wang clutched his head, his scalp tingling at the thought of his severe loss, and he felt quite disturbed.
He racked his brains to come up with a low-cost solution.
Then, an idea suddenly flashed through his mind, "Got it!"
"Xiao Ai, how much would it cost to move a single nail on Earth?"
Xiao Ai frowned, as the Captain was starting to resort to unfathomable mysticism again.
As an AI that couldn't lie, she tilted her head and thought for a long time before saying, "The task isn't challenging. We can send down a specialized mouse to move the nail, costing roughly about 5 yuan."
"Deal!" Old Wang clapped his hands, saying with a hint of insight, "That human named 'Li Mingbo', who got drunk last night at the nightclub and woke up groggy in the morning, will accidentally slip in the restroom. Where to place the nail... you understand."
"Should you or I bear the consequences of this causality?"
"Of course, let the mouse bear it; why bother us?"
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At nine o'clock in the morning, sunlight shone through the window.
Lu Wenhao slowly awoke from the mysterious Dream, squinting his eyes to find himself in the office, where he had accidentally fallen asleep.
"A strange dream... quite memorable."
He yawned, stretched, and tried to shake off the numbness in his limbs.
Suddenly, his pupils contracted slightly as he saw the exquisite piece of paper on the desk!
His breath hitched!
The paper was exceptionally exquisite, similar to parchment, with a faint yellow hue and a slightly rough, durable, and crease-resistant texture.
The edges of the page had tear marks.
Clearly, it had been torn from a notebook.
"Death Note!!"
"Writing a name on this paper would instantly kill that person. And I would pay with one year of my life."
"Was the dream real?"
It was real, every moment vividly etched in his memory.
Lu Wenhao's face showed great excitement, his heart pounding with the thought.
This was a privilege...
The privilege to kill!
To rid the world of the most vile and wicked criminals!
Then, he fell into deep contemplation.
Should he use it? Everyone despises privilege, yet everyone aspires to it; people are such contradictory beings.
"Ding-a-ling!" The sound of the telephone suddenly rang.
"Hello?" Lu Wenhao answered the phone.
The assistant's voice came from the other end, "Lu Wenhao, that... that suspect, he's dead... Li Mingbo is dead!"
The assistant sounded somewhat flustered and even a bit overjoyed.
Because the problem they were facing was massive, insurmountable even by a thousand pounds, and if they delved any deeper, even their personal safety couldn't be guaranteed.
Now, the major problem that had troubled them for so long had suddenly been solved!
It was a kind of moral relief.
Lu Wenhao's heart gave a heavy thud, and he turned to look at the piece of parchment again, "Tell me more."
The voice on the phone said, "Li Mingbo slipped and fell in the restroom this morning, his temple hitting a nail... by the time he was found, his body was already cold!"
"But our leads, they're cut off now, what a pity... We were hoping to dig up evidence of the consortium's crimes."
Death Note!
It had to be the Death Note!
Lu Wenhao felt his hair stand on end, his whole body sweating, as he remembered the shopkeeper had written down "Li Mingbo" on the Death Note, claiming that the man would die within half an hour.