Qin Miaomiao looked at the photo of Lu Qing in the basement, lost in thought.
At this moment, it had been one hour and thirty-six minutes since the game started.
There were still twenty-four minutes left.
Lu Qing looked at the digital camera and said to the psychology expert, "The other side holds a grudge against me. They've been lurking in my manor for a long time, kidnapping children, all to see me suffer. What is this?"
The psychology expert said, "This is a premeditated, organized terrorist act... From a certain perspective, it reflects the kidnapper's psychological state. The kidnapper clearly anticipated our strong execution capabilities, so they designed a timed checkpoint. Within an onion-peeling style chase, they're wearing down our willpower."
"But ultimately, the game will return to their most primitive impulses."
"So..."
Little Third's voice came through the Bluetooth headset, "Oh my god, this is unbelievable. Decoding the concealed code, I actually found this!"
