Player Reload

Li Cheng recognized the Joker through the eyes, expression, and demeanor.

In the eyes of the players, there is often a sense of numbness and absurdity from being long-term tortured and toyed with by the Killing Field System,

which sets them apart from the natives of the Script World, much like the difference between an American cockroach and a Canadian lobster—even though Canadian lobsters were indeed once called sea cockroaches by British colonists.

The Oracle paused, lowered its voice, and said, "Do you know him?"

"It doesn't matter."

Li Cheng shook his head decisively. The original version of the Joker had long since perished somewhere unknown, and the one before him was an N-times iterated imitation.

He had possessed men, women, transgenders, cockroaches, hopping between different bodies, and now he had just turned into a child, nothing significant.

At this moment, the blond youth had already donned a black priest robe with gold embroidery, put on a belt and a scarf, hung a cross on his chest, and held the scripture in his hand.

He adjusted the camera on the tripod and slowly walked towards the Joker on the wooden horse,

while praying devoutly, "Jesus called a little child unto Him, and set him in the midst of them, and said: 'Verily I say unto you, Except ye be converted, and become as little children, ye shall not enter into the kingdom of heaven.'

After speaking, the blond youth put down the scripture, put a hollow-mouthed ball that could promote salivation on himself, picked up a whip with his right hand, and a candle with his left.

"Uh..." The Oracle hesitated slightly, only to see that rich second generation dripped scalding hot wax onto Joker, scorching him until he screamed like a pig being slaughtered,

and the blond youth was still mumbling ambiguously in prayer: "Jesus said, 'Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.'"

Slap!

A whip cracked, and Joker cried tears and snot, the towel stuffed in his mouth accidentally falling out,

he turned his head and saw the blond youth taking out a super-thick, long, spiked massager comparable to a Mexican cactus from a box, hurriedly screamed, "Pifu old brother, lend a hand!"

Pif...fu?

The youth instinctively turned his head, before he could see what was happening, Li Cheng had already controlled the security officer Bob, and kicked his back head.

Thud!

The blond youth's head hit the wall, making a dull sound, his eyes rolled back, fainting unconscious.

The sound was enough to be heard outside the villa. However, the four armed bodyguards downstairs were long used to the various noises the employer made while "playing," and paid no attention, continuing to stand guard.

The Oracle used a rusty scalpel to cut open the security suit, Li Cheng jumped out, breathed the outside air, and casually untied the belt binding Joker, "Now tell me, how did you get here."

"Ugh, it's a long story."

Joker wiped his nose and tears and began to narrate.

Like Li Cheng and the Oracle, he also received the initial task to wait in front of a mirror at 8:00 PM tonight and saw that bizarre teleportation scene.

In the blink of an eye, he landed in a basement with several one-way glass walls, being auctioned as a commodity for the wealthy to choose from.

The rich second generation now passed out in the corner was the heir to an old money family in New York, who bought Joker for one million US Dollars.

The Oracle raised an eyebrow, her feet paralyzed, so she sat on the table, "Similar to the movie 'Taken'?"

"Yeah."

Joker nodded. "Taken" is a movie starring Liam Neeson, where the main character rescues his daughter, who was about to be auctioned as a slave, from the Albanian mafia.

In fact, even before the arrival of the Killing Field, 6-8 million people worldwide are trafficked each year, either for forced labor, sexual exploitation, or organ harvesting, with Europe and America being the main destinations.

"I only stayed in the basement for a little over ten minutes, but from my observations, the slaves on the island can be divided into three categories."

Joker knew Li Cheng and the others didn't rescue him for nothing. To prove his worth, he continued, "One type is American girls lured by Epstein, since they might still have relatives on their land. If they are obedient, Epstein can pay them.

If not, they are controlled with drugs and illegally detained.

The second type is foreign slaves bought by Epstein through special channels. South America, Africa, Asia, and Europe—all have them.

This type of slave does not have US citizenship, and even if they die, no one cares. They are purely used as expendable materials.

Customers can abuse them however they like, even to the point of killing.

The third type is like us, because we are good-looking and still 'pure,' marked as svip special supply.

Either auctioned in the basement at a high price, allowing guests to take them away when leaving the island,

or kept by Epstein, to be offered up to elite VIPs."

Joker scratched his head, hesitantly saying, "Although I was gagged and wearing a semi-transparent headgear when taken out of the basement, I think there might be another minor slave on site, possibly a player.

I just don't know his identity."

The more players, the stronger the force, Oracle rubbed his chin, "Can you still remember the location of the underground auction room?"

"Yes, after all, I'm from the [Wild Laughter Troupe]. I may not live, but I can't have no work."

Joker immediately became interested. When he was taken away, he memorized the moving route in his mind through methods like silently counting time, calculating walking distance and direction, and listening to surrounding sounds.

Without pen and paper at hand, he took a bottle of baby lubricant with a gorilla logo from the plastic box, sprayed it on the ground, and used his finger to dip in the lubricant to draw a scaled-down sketch map.

"No, this script task is in a parallel world."

Oracle instantly realized, in the real world, Epstein Island is about 0.29 square kilometers, shaped like a flying bird, far from the mainland.

But according to Joker's sketch map, the island's area is at least 3 square kilometers, more than ten times larger.

Li Cheng immediately pushed open the window, stepped on the window ledge, and silently flipped onto the roof. Standing high, he gazed into the distance.

Sure enough, the island's area is larger than reported in the real world news. To the east are continuous beaches, to the west are steep cliffs, and to the north is dense forest.

And at the edge of the forest, there is also a runway over 1,500 meters long, capable of accommodating Gulfstream luxury private jets for takeoff and landing.

Li Cheng flipped back into the room. At the same time, a thought arose in the minds of the three players,

'This is bad.'

Hunting eight SVIPs with an infant's physique is already difficult. Now with the venue area multiplied by ten, the airport, helipad, and dock are all available. Once exposed, those VIPs will scatter like startled animals.

What is more worrying is, who knows if the killing field will have additional elements, like setting "all VIPs are actually underground lizard people, participating in the Illuminati, Freemasonry, Skull and Bones, intending to secretly control the world."

If a real fight breaks out, those VIPs will tear off their human skins one by one and transform into two to three-meter-tall giant lizards...

The players would only shout, "Killing field, I burn your dream."

"Wake this person up first," Oracle pondered for a moment, then decisively said, "Get some intel from him."

"I'll do it!"

As they say, a villain's revenge lasts from dawn to dusk. Joker was not a righteous person to begin with, and now being shrunken, he was a true villain.

Immediately, with a speed that caught off guard, he picked up the spiky massager, which was as big as a cactus, on the ground, lifted the Priest's robe,

and with a squishing sound, accompanied by a sound similar to fabric tearing, violently stabbed it into the blond youth's body.

To describe it with ancient poetry, it might be,

The flower path has never been swept for guests,

The humble door now opens for you.

The peony weeps blood, cinnabar falls.

Tonight, the moon lights the rear court.

"Guh!"

The blond youth instantly awoke from the pain, eyes wide open, tears, snot, and drool streaming down, emitting a tragic wail, "Wuwuwuwu."

The walls of the room were lined with soundproofing material, and he himself was gagged, so the sound didn't get through to the outside at all.

"You all..."

He dazedly turned his head, opened his blurry eyes, and saw three toddlers, as well as a security uniform with a terrifying shape in the corner, instinctively asked, "Who are you?!"

"Since you're sincerely asking, I'll generously tell you."

Li Cheng grabbed his hair and chuckled, "Do you know about APTX4869? It's a special drug secretly developed by the Black Clothes Organization that can rejuvenate the body.

I'm MI6 agent Akai Mary, she's biochemist Ai Haibara, and he's Detective Edogawa Conan.

The three of us are here to investigate Epstein Island. If you don't want to suffer, just confess everything truthfully."

Theoretically, the "Detective Conan" manga serialized in 1994, and the anime aired in 1996. Even Laden's computer collection had the anime.

But for some reason, whether this blond youth's life was too full, making him uninterested in Japanese anime, or the severe pain disturbed his thoughts,

he didn't get caught up on what APTX4869 was, and with a dazed expression, he mumbled, "I'll tell, I'll confess everything you want to know oh oh oh oh oh—"

Suddenly, the blond youth burst into a series of low growls, his body curled up like a boiled shrimp,

??

Why are you yelling so loud?

Li Cheng let go of the rich kid's hair, turned his head, and saw Joker awkwardly say, "Uh, this massager seems to have an electric shock function, I accidentally triggered the switch."