Chapter 68

Several police cars, about four or five, pulled up in front of the anime convention, making a grand entrance.

Everyone turned to look as a dozen or so people jumped out of the cars and walked into the convention.

"Hehehe, invitation!" Before they could enter, a security guard appeared out of nowhere, holding a baton and blocking their way.

Tch, these program NPCs in the Death Space are so stubborn! The fake police officers thought to themselves, all taking out their credentials and waving them at the security guard. Although they weren't real police, their badges, uniforms, and even their identity information were all in the police records, as real as it gets.

The security guard took their credentials and checked them one by one: "Are you here for the accident at the entrance? Has it been confirmed as an accident? Why are so many of you here?" Although he was a program NPC, he still had some basic intelligence.

The lead police officer raised an eyebrow: "We're here to investigate, what's it to you? Where's the surveillance room? Take us there!"

"Sure, sure." The security guard nodded, pointing in a direction, "It's over there." He lowered his head and spoke into his walkie-talkie: "Boss, boss, some police officers are here to investigate, they're going to the surveillance room... Boss? Boss? Hey, where are you?"

"Damn!" Hearing the security guard's words, the players' expressions changed, and they quickened their pace toward the surveillance room. Turning a corner in the hall and passing through an iron door, the surveillance room of the convention appeared before them.

"Damn! We're too late!" Seeing the bloody mess in the surveillance room, the group of police officers angrily pounded the wall.

In the surveillance room, there were about seven or eight people... or so, as it was hard to tell. Two people had their heads cut off by a ceiling fan and lay in the center of the room; one person was face down on the table with a full pen holder stuck in his face; another person had an electric stun baton in his mouth, his head charred and burnt...

The ceiling fan had fallen to the ground, still seemingly powered, trying to spin but stuck by a thigh bone. The electric baton in the mouth was still making a faint "crackling" sound. The microwave in the room was still running, and the printer was spitting out sheets of paper that were flying everywhere.

However, these were not what the players cared about. They only cared about one thing—the hard drives connected to the surveillance monitors.

"Sure enough, they're all gone, damn!" Seeing the empty brackets, the group angrily pounded their fists.

"Wait, there seems to be one left." Suddenly, a player's eyes lit up, and he walked over to the body with the pen holder in its face. He pulled the body over and took out a hard drive from underneath it, waving it triumphantly. "Maybe the hard drive was full, and they were just changing it when they were killed."

In other words, the hard drive likely contained the entire process of the accident, and possibly even the footage of the perpetrator entering the surveillance room.

"Quick, quick, let's see it." The group eagerly crowded into the surveillance room.

"Wait! Something's not right!" Suddenly, the player at the front stopped, his gaze fixed on the still-running microwave. Inside, it seemed to be turning a... wine bottle?

Who would use a microwave to heat wine?

"Everyone, get out! Get out!" Realizing something was wrong, he shouted. His reaction was genuinely quick, but... it was still too late.

The wine bottle in the microwave, already under immense pressure, exploded in that instant. "Whoosh..." A sea of blue flames spewed out of the microwave, instantly covering the entire room. The flames landed on everyone, igniting their clothes; they landed on the flying white papers and all flammable objects, causing a raging fire.

Few wines can burn so quickly, unless it's 96% vodka, 92% whiskey, 75% Qinghe Daqu, or simply... common medical alcohol.

"Fortunately, the explosion wasn't very strong." The players, patting out the flames on their bodies, said with lingering fear. "It must have been a design failure, but how did they get our names and faces?"

As they were speaking, a bucket of cold water was suddenly poured over them.

The raging fire triggered the fire alarm, and the sprinklers on the ceiling started pouring down a torrent of water. In an instant, everyone in the room was drenched from head to toe. The water splashed on the ground and on the exposed wires that had been burned through by the alcohol.

"Zap zap zap..." Instantly, electric sparks covered the room, and everyone present started convulsing like they were having a seizure.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!" Curses filled the air.

"How, how, how could this happen..."

"The fire alarm, the fire alarm should automatically cut off the power, right?"

No matter how puzzled, how confused, or how complaining they were, they had miscalculated. They fell into an electric plasma hell, convulsing and burning. Within no more than ten to twenty seconds, they all stopped struggling, turning into charred remains, the smell of burning flesh filling the air.

Total annihilation!

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"How could this happen?"

"Death designs that affect innocent people are supposed to automatically terminate!"

In the external channel, the dead players were still arguing.

Why did they all gather together and charge in, rather than dispersing? It was because of this feature of death designs—when they affect innocent players, the design automatically terminates.

Everyone gathered together, so even if the other side had information on one person, they couldn't have information on everyone. Gathering together was safer and a practical combat technique.

Even so, the only possibility for being wiped out was that the other side had information on everyone.

But... how could that be? They had rushed in from all directions, without stopping, and the other side would have to be incredibly powerful to gather all their faces and names in such a short time.

"Cheating! This must be cheating!" Someone shouted in defiance.

"Cheating my ass, cheating your ass." Fangdang Buji cursed. He was the one who was cheating, and at the highest level. Saying someone was cheating under his nose? That's not how you insult someone!

"It's that security guard! That security guard!" Suddenly, someone slapped his thigh, "From the time we entered to the security room, the only person we came into contact with was that security guard, and he checked everyone's credentials!"

"But we used fake names on our credentials..."

"The credentials were fake, but the photos were real. When we were in trouble, wasn't that security guard right behind us?" Within thirty meters, names weren't needed.

After a moment of silence: "Damn! Damn! Damn!"

Amidst the frenzied curses, someone shouted: "Shut up! Shut up! Everyone, shut up! I saw that security guard! Is he about 1.8 meters tall, young but very manly?"

Although most of the people who came had died, not all of them did. Not everyone was dressed as police; some were ordinary visitors.

"Right, right, that's the guy! How could this be? He's killed enough people, hasn't he? Why hasn't he left?"

"Did you forget? This guy came in to avoid disaster, he wouldn't... damn, he's been discovered! No more talking, we're going in."