Awakening the Daily Intelligence System-Chapter 762 - 322 Cat Teases Mouse Game_2
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"Mu Zixin rewards the host with 10 rockets! — The host’s IQ is as high as fifteen thousand! We mere mortals are in awe! The host is incredible, always able to surprise us!" A viewer generously tipped Lin Mo to express admiration and support.
Jack Thompson was stunned for a few seconds, then his eyes turned red with rage and unwillingness. He shouted loudly, "You **** fooled me! Didn’t you say I could leave, why am I trapped here again!"
"I said you could go out through that door, but I never said I’d let you go. Besides, you’re much more foolish than I thought. I purposely put you and Alicia Linder together, didn’t you notice any commonality between you two?" Lin Mo’s voice remained cold with a hint of mockery.
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"Commonality?"
Jack Thompson frowned deeply, various images flashing in his mind. He struggled to recall everything about Alicia Linder, those scenes kept shifting in his head.
Finally, the images halted at the key that fell at his feet along with Alicia Linder’s hand bone.
"Could it be... those two keys..." Jack Thompson seemed to have realized something, showing a look of disbelief on his face.
"That’s right, those two keys are actually the same one!" Lin Mo affirmed, his voice calm and unwavering.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! You’re lying to me, this must be fake!"
Hearing this, Jack Thompson fell into complete madness. He couldn’t accept the fact that the key he painstakingly retrieved from his stomach had always been at his feet. Moreover, the collar didn’t even have a bomb installed; it was all a trap devised by Lin Mo, all fake!
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After hearing the conversation between Lin Mo and Jack Thompson, the audience in the live stream collectively opened their mouths wide, displaying expressions of shock and exclaiming that their intelligence wasn’t enough.
"Damn! So, the key that was always by Jack Thompson’s feet can unlock the lock behind the collar? This is too unexpected, I never saw it coming." A viewer said in the comments, admiring Lin Mo’s clever design.
"Oh my god, my IQ isn’t up to par! In such a tense situation, who would’ve thought these two keys were the same! The host’s thought process is too meticulous, it’s simply impenetrable." Another viewer marveled, impressed by Lin Mo’s tactics.
"The host used the brief time limit to create tension, then drew all attention to his words, causing Jack Thompson to lose his judgment! This psychological tactic is brilliantly played." A viewer analyzed, praising Lin Mo’s psychological manipulation skills.
"Could the host have studied psychology? To master the human psyche so precisely, I feel like all the psychology I’ve studied over the years was for nothing. The host is simply a master of psychology." A viewer claiming to study psychology commented, feeling outclassed by Lin Mo’s abilities.
Not only did the audience in the live stream feel shocked, but even Li Mengying, who had been closely following the stream, couldn’t help but gasp.
She knew in her heart that the Dark Law Enforcer Lin Mo’s mastery of human psychology had reached its pinnacle. He skillfully manipulated people’s fixed thinking patterns and brief psychological suggestions, playing the victims like a puppet master, controlling everything.
Lin Mo is not only a top-tier hacker, able to traverse the online world freely to obtain information; he also knows how to create various mechanisms, designing such ingenious yet horrifying deadly games; he is also adept in psychology, accurately grasping the victim’s psyche, trapping them step by step in his snares.
Such talent shouldn’t be unknown, but why can’t any information about him be found in Los Angeles? Who exactly is he?
A deep sense of powerlessness rose in Li Mengying’s heart. This Dark Law Enforcer is like a wandering ghost in the darkness — invisible, untouchable, and without a starting point. Trying to catch him is harder than reaching the stars, and solving the mysteries he set is even harder. But as a police officer, she cannot give up; she must find a way to uncover Lin Mo’s true identity and bring him to justice...
"Heh... heh... hahaha..."
Suddenly, Jack Thompson, who was kneeling on the ground with his head against the door, burst into a bizarre laugh. The laughter was shrill and piercing, continually echoing in the oppressively silent room, carrying a chilling coldness seemingly from Hell, making one’s skin crawl.
"What’s wrong with this guy? Why did he suddenly start laughing? It’s scary. Did he have a mental breakdown?" A viewer in the live stream commented, full of confusion and unease.
"I think maybe his psychological tolerance was too weak. The host stimulated him, and he just went insane. After all, he was only outwardly ferocious; who knows, he might’ve been very fragile inside." Another viewer speculated, seemingly convinced that Jack Thompson’s breakdown was due to a crumbled mental defense.
"Impossible! He’s covered in blood, having killed so many people without blinking. Psychologically, he should be strong. How could he go mad with just a little provocation? There must be another reason." Yet another viewer expressed a different view, skeptical of the previous opinions.
"I don’t care if he’s gone insane or not, anyway, this scumbag must die today! The crimes he’s committed are enough for him to die a hundred times!" An enraged viewer passionately stated in the comments, exuding hatred towards Jack Thompson.
As the live stream audience continued to discuss fervently and express their opinions, Jack Thompson propped his hands on his thighs, slowly and arduously standing up. With a faint, twisted smile on his face and thick blood dripping from his mouth, he opened his mouth:
"You just want me dead, huh? I’ll play along! But remember, if you ever let me out alive, I will hunt down your family, your friends, everyone associated with you; I’ll make them die painfully right before your eyes. Finally, I’ll slice the flesh off your body piece by piece while you’re alive!"
Hearing Jack Thompson’s threatening and venomous words, the audience in the live stream became even angrier, and the comments surged like a tidal wave.
"This scum is on the brink of death, yet still obsessed with killing, utterly hopeless!"
"Looking at him, can he really not escape? If he escapes, the consequences would be unimaginable."
"It’s fine, he’s just trying to bolster his courage. Inside, he’s scared to death. With his current weak state, no way he’ll pass the host’s second game. Everyone, don’t worry."
"That scum looks so creepy, it’s giving me the chills."
"Don’t worry, miss upstairs, brother here will accompany you and ensure you feel safe."
As the audience’s discussion in the live stream started to go off track, a cold and non-negotiable voice suddenly sounded:
"No, the purpose of Judgement isn’t mere killing, but for your morally bankrupt scum to seek redemption with your flesh and blood. These mechanisms won’t actively kill, they merely give you a chance for salvation."
"Hmph! Stop posing in front of me; you and I are the same, deep down we both enjoy the thrill of torment, you’ve just made a pompous excuse for yourself." Jack Thompson sneered, eyes full of disdain and mockery, seemingly trying to provoke the other party.
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