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Zhu Yan couldn't care less about what Guan En thought.

He was currently the only person providing information to the authorities, and that group of players still trusted him reasonably well.

He could make up a hundred reasons to stop Yang Zhanbai and the others from privately messaging Guan En, monopolizing the sole channel of information.

Zhu Yan comfortably crossed his left leg over his right, stretching his entire body out lazily.

"Dear lords of the audience, your humble streamer boldly asks for a tip."

He rapidly replied to Guan En's message while simultaneously pitching himself to the empty air above.

Regardless of what the [Court of the Masses] was, as long as it dropped the gold coins and items he needed, it was a golden goose.

Since they were watching, they could absolutely hear his request.

"Now I'm going to toy with the human factions and make them give out false information, further misleading the players."

There was no immediate response, but Zhu Yan remained unfazed, calmly stating his plan.

"I need an alt account on the [Player Forum] to completely clear the identity of [Zhu Zeyu] from any suspicion."

"The longer the usage period, the better. I also welcome you lords of the audience to come watch my future dungeon operations."

This could be considered using public office for private gain.

Zhu Yan genuinely needed a burner account on the [Player Forum], preferably a permanent one.

This thing had massive utility. If the authorities and that bunch of outside players had even the slightest suspicion, he could toss out the burner account to take the bullet.

It would also make things much more convenient when he stirred up more trouble in the future.

"...The police department still possesses too much information," Zhu Yan continued speaking to the air. "Give me a burner account, and I will have no scruples in this game. I can play them like a fiddle—"

"Congratulations, player!" a joyful female voice echoed in Zhu Yan's ears.

Did his request for a tip succeed?

Holy crap!

Zhu Yan sat up straight, feeling a surge of joy.

"Your move to directly approach the human authorities was highly commendable. Therefore, a portion of the audience is more than happy to fulfill your request."

Zhu Yan translated this in his head.

It meant that the folks at the [Court of the Masses] loved watching scam dramas.

—But not everyone liked them.

"The viewer [Lord of the Feast] has tipped you something worth... apologies, has tipped you a priceless treasure that cannot be bought."

"Please log into the [Player Center] to check your permanent player alt account [Zhu Zeyu]."

Damn, permanent! Permanent!

His burner account had arrived!

This [Lord of the Feast] was much more generous than the previous [Silent Dance].

"Cannot be bought" and "priceless treasure," translated into plain speak, just meant he couldn't get it without connections, right?

Zhu Yan immediately exited the private chat page, stared at the palm of his left hand again, and entered the [Personal Player Center].

Sure enough, at the very bottom of the [Personal Player Center], a brand new tab appeared—

"Player Alt Account Login"!

Zhu Yan was thrilled. He turned his head to the empty air and unleashed a barrage of sweet talk.

"Thank you for the favor, big bro [Lord of the Feast]! Wishing you a vast influx of human resources, endless human flesh, continuous good luck, and everyday happiness in hell!"

He stared at the "Player Alt Account Login" line for a few seconds before it redirected to a completely new page.

On this page, there was only a solitary [Player Forum].

Below the forum, a line of crimson text floated.

"Players may proceed to the [Hall of Mourning] and use this account to open a new bank account."

Zhu Yan was ecstatic.

This way, if the police department decided to organize the surviving new players to open accounts collectively, he wouldn't have to lie his way through it.

Clicking open the [Player Forum], the alt account named [Zhu Zeyu] came into view.

Zhu Yan quickly inspected it. After confirming everything was normal with the account, he switched back to his main account and re-entered the chat box with Guan En.

Two minutes had passed, yet the other side remained composed, not anxious at all.

Zhu Yan heard an extremely distant, non-human shriek from above, which quickly dissipated.

He chuckled and sent over the fabricated nonsense messages one by one.

A dozen kilometers away, Guan En agreed to his superior's requests while rapidly scanning the new messages on his retina.

"The broadcast said that the [Hunter] is also a player, level 0, and their name is [Account Deleted]."

Zhu Yan was telling the absolute truth, he just used a bit of a montage technique in his phrasing.

Guan En frowned slightly.

A level 0 player named [Account Deleted]?

No matter how he looked at it, it seemed like a dead person who hadn't even passed the novice dungeon.

This information was too outrageous, so outrageous it seemed fake.

Was it ghost possession, or was there a problem with the person sending him this information?

While he was pondering, the other side suddenly changed the subject.

Zhu Yan pulled a punctured, deflated bag of potato chips from his [Storage Silver Ring], happily munching on them as he continued his deception.

"However, during our encounter, we discovered something else..."

Now that he had the [Zhu Zeyu] alt account, he could do whatever he wanted!

Ten minutes later.

Zhu Yan, using Yang Zhanbai's tone, thoroughly explained the entire sequence of events and his own "speculations."

However, he didn't mention the specific process of gathering clues; the story began from when Yang Zhanbai went down to the [Bar].

The name "Zhu Zeyu" had also been replaced with "teammate."

This was the information genuinely related to the [Hunter]. As for how they got down to the [Bar], that wasn't important.

Inside the conference room.

Guan En stared intently at the text before him, trying to sort out some thoughts from the chaos.

What did it mean, "Originally I didn't have the [Hunter] mark, but after contact, the [Hunter] mark suddenly appeared"?

What did it mean, "The broadcast rules are fake"?

What did it mean, "My teammate speculated that the [Hunter] mark can transfer, and the [Hunter] candidate isn't fixed"?

In the over a thousand dungeon files he had reviewed, there had never been a precedent of a broadcast giving fake rules.

It wasn't entirely impossible, but...

Guan En twitched the corner of his mouth.

"What is your name?" he asked.

Trying to run a background check, huh.

Guan En was a police officer. If he gave his name, and Guan En followed up by asking for his parents' names and family information, wouldn't it be game over?

Zhu Yan didn't fall for it.

"I can't say," he replied calmly. "Sorry, I hope you understand, but I still can't be sure if there's a real police officer behind this account."

"Who knows when [Carnival Paradise] started setting up this trap?"

"If the police officers in the dungeon can be fake, why can't this account be?"

Bandit logic, but highly effective.

"I'm not sure if [Carnival Paradise] has monsters with special abilities, like locating people through their names."

"So I can't give my real name."

Zhu Yan thought for a moment and added a highly suggestive sentence.

"Besides, if you really are a police officer, you should be able to look me up, right?"

After reading the final message, Guan En felt this was getting tricky.

The [Player Forum] wasn't a place where the police department could verify identities, but the chat software was.

This sentence clearly insinuated that the person speaking was that Yang Zhanbai on the chat software!

All the details this person provided were very realistic, and the slightly disordered syntax was indeed the appropriate reaction of a player under high stress.

Even the logic of the events made sense; it didn't seem fake.

Guan En did not reply again.

He remained silent for a few seconds, pulled a sheet of paper from the stack of documents, glanced at Yang Zhanbai's contact information, and unlocked his phone.

He searched for the contact and tapped to add him as a friend.

The faint glow of the screen illuminated his tense face.