"The game of cat and mouse begins!"
Xu Mo was stunned in an instant, who was talking?
He turned his head to look left and right, there was no one around.
Except for the woman in the trunk of the car.
But the woman's mouth was taped shut with black duct tape, clearly unable to make any sound.
Could it be an auditory hallucination?
Just as Xu Mo was about to continue driving forward, the voice rang out again...
"In this game of cat and mouse, your choice is..."
"Choice 1: Be the cat."
"Choice 2: Be the mouse."
It wasn't an auditory hallucination!
Now Xu Mo finally figured out where the voice was coming from. It seemed to appear out of thin air next to his ear, or one could say in his mind.
What was going on?
Xu Mo's eyes were filled with shock. This was the first time in his life he had encountered something like this. What made him even more surprised and strange was the information conveyed by the voice.
A game of cat and mouse?
Be the cat or the mouse?
This seemed to be a game of choices.
Everything that had happened since he got off work tonight was making Xu Mo's mind spin nonstop.
He had never been so stimulated in his two lifetimes.
How to choose?
Xu Mo started thinking.
However, his contemplative expression appeared as something else in the eyes of the livestream viewers.
"Why did this guy stop?"
"Is he scared?"
"Definitely, this kid is probably scared stupid."
"Going from a law-abiding citizen to a wanted fugitive all of a sudden, if it was me, I'd probably be dumbfounded too."
"Haha, I just love seeing these challengers' dumbfounded expressions when they see the news that they are wanted."
"I just hope this guy can last a little longer, otherwise the show will be too short and boring."
Amidst lines and lines of barrage comments, Xu Mo quickly made his choice.
"I choose to be the cat!"
He recited it silently in his mind.
The next second, the voice in his mind rang out again.
"You have chosen to be the cat!"
"You have obtained a two-for-one reward."
"Rule as the cat: In this game of cat and mouse, every time you successfully fool the people chasing you, you will receive a corresponding reward."
There's a reward for fooling the people chasing me?
What does that mean?
Does it require Xu Mo to fool the officers who came to arrest him?
Xu Mo felt a little headache coming on. No sane person would do that. That would be asking to die.
He was already falsely accused as a wanted fugitive for no reason. If he did that, the consequences would probably be even more severe.
He rubbed his temples. The voice in his mind continued.
"Please select your initial reward."
"1. Colt Model 1873 Single Action Army revolver with five rounds."
"2. Choose to increase brain cell activity by 2 points."
The voice nearby made Xu Mo fall silent.
He suddenly felt a little absurd.
Because both reward options seemed somewhat unrealistic and disconnected from his life.
How come he felt this was a little far-fetched?
This sounded just like a game.
Would these options really work if chosen?
Xu Mo thought for a moment. If the rewards were real, having a gun would clearly be too conspicuous. Carrying a gun around would be a hot potato. He knew full well how strict gun control was in this country. If anyone discovered he had a gun, that would be an extremely troublesome and thorny issue.
Not to mention Xu Mo was currently in "wanted" status.
So the choice was simple.
Xu Mo directly chose the second option, "I choose to increase brain cell activity by 2 points."
He was testing this out, testing whether this reward was real or not.
Almost immediately after he made his choice:
Thump Thump!
Xu Mo felt his brain seemed to pulsate, as if an electrocardiogram flashed through his mind. His whole mind felt refreshingly cool and exceptionally comfortable, like he had applied menthol oil but countless times stronger.
Under these circumstances, he discovered his vision had improved.
His originally slightly near-sighted eyes were now incredibly clear.
The whole world became clear again before his eyes.
This long-lost sense of clarity excited Xu Mo!
His brain also became extremely clear and active, his whole body felt exceptionally spirited, as if filled with unlimited momentum.
He had just gotten off work after a tiring day, and was already feeling mentally exhausted.
But now that grogginess completely disappeared. This feeling was truly too comfortable.
He didn't expect the "two-for-one" reward option to actually be real!
At this moment Xu Mo felt extremely excited. His breathing even became hurried. This excitement and thrill made him temporarily forget about the female celebrity in the trunk.
Because this was a bodily change!
This meant that this game of cat and mouse could enhance his physical abilities!
This was a game!
A game he couldn't comprehend.
A game of choices!
After figuring all this out, Xu Mo's hands trembling slightly as they lay on the steering wheel, partly because of the tension from being wanted, but more so from excitement!
His excited expression was naturally captured by the hidden cameras in the car and broadcasted live in the streaming room.
Everyone saw how excited Xu Mo was!
"What's with this guy?"
"Looks like he's laughing?"
"He can still laugh and be so excited after becoming 'wanted'?"
"There's definitely something off about this dude!"
"This challenger seems a little different."
"Could it be something wrong with his brain?"
The viewers were a bit surprised by Xu Mo's elated expression. Of course, if Xu Mo had chosen the Colt Model 1873 Single Action Army revolver, they would not only be surprised - the entire streaming room, even the program team, would have exploded.
At the same time,
many viewers noticed there was movement on the second channel of the Sky Eye Action livestream.
The investigation team had begun taking action!

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ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

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