Doomsday Jigsaw Puzzle

Chapter 539: Chapter 156: I Became the Power Broker Behind the Scenes

An unknown world, a business hotel in a small town.

The hotel was at the edge of the town; Bai Wu had been to the vast world outside this little town.

Therefore, searching for the boundary, or asking whether he was living in a vast soundstage like Truman, proved to be meaningless.

He knew that this world was vast, vast enough to be called a world.

In room 209 of the hotel, Bai Wu was browsing through many pieces of information on a mobile phone he had stolen from a passerby.

"If this world is a tower, then how did these civilizations come into being?"

"Is all of humanity’s exploration of the universe fabricated?"

The one asking was Jing Liu.

Bai Wu shook his head and said,

"Not necessarily; it’s just that all this doesn’t conflict with the idea of humans living in a tower. Perhaps everything has simply taken a form that we are unaware of?"

"As for these civilizations, the High Tower has existed for thousands of years. Perhaps this tower has also existed for as long. The two towers may have a corresponding relationship."

"Besides, the human civilizations in our history have only existed for a few thousand years as well."

Jing Liu continued to ask, voicing the questions Bai Wu had thought of before:

"Then what is the purpose of this tower? If the High Tower’s purpose is to provide shelter for humanity and to seal the Twisted Master, then what about this tower?"

"What does this tower seal? Or what does it protect?"

Bai Wu shook his head:

"No comment. Even if I were to look at heaven and earth with my own eyes, I couldn’t gather any useful information."

Bai Wu casually turned on the TV.

Jing San, Jing Si, Jing Wu, and Jing Liu were all people from the same era.

Before being transformed, they all lived in the same age.

So for Jing Liu, the civilization of this world was not unfamiliar, but neither was it familiar.

Because while many things had changed names, overall, they exuded a sense of similarity.

Bai Wu wasn’t just passing the time by reliving past lives.

He still had many things to do. The programs he was watching were legal shows and news.

Meanwhile, Bai Wu himself was searching the internet for various crimes.

Without the help of Zero, Bai Wu was quite troubled.

He knew some operations, but only to a slightly better degree than the average person.

Hacking into the police system to look for the criminal record of the Assassin, that was undoubtedly a fool’s dream.

Of course, Bai Wu still had ways. If he couldn’t be a computer hacker, he could be a physical hacker.

When his search turned up nothing and the snippets of news seemed irrelevant, Bai Wu decided on the simplest method: in the dead of night, he would infiltrate (force his way into) a certain place.

His current objective was to find the Assassin.

Jing Liu had a great interest in this world, but since she couldn’t unbind from Bai Wu, she had to leave the hotel when Bai Wu did.

She could move away from Bai Wu, but once she was too far from him, her body became extremely weak, turning translucent and liquid in some places.

It was as if she would return to the form she had when banished.

Instead of being cast away into the endless void, she preferred to explore the past with Bai Wu in her current form.

Whether this was the third layer of Well World or not, Bai Wu wasn’t sure.

But covered in distortion, his power ceiling was much higher than on the second layer, one might say there were no limits whatsoever.

Though he could be seen by humans in this world, his rapid movements made him seem like some high-dimensional being to them.

He could effortlessly move among crowds at speeds invisible to the human eye.

From the decision to gather information to the completion of the task, Bai Wu spent less than an hour in total.

All while remaining unnoticed by anyone.

Bai Wu could faintly sense that the world’s distortion seemed to play a balancing role.

If everyone in a world was powerless, then they would be unable to perceive those monsters moving at high speeds, just like now.

Bai Wu returned to the hotel once again and promptly organized the crime records collected from the police station just a short while ago.

Soon, he had a clue, and Jing Liu curiously asked, fгeewebnovёl.com

"Even if these records are found, they are all unsolved murder cases. His criminal ability is very strong, and no one has caught him so far. Do you plan to solve the cases?"

Bai Wu shook his head and laughed,

"Solve the cases? Sister, you are confused. I come from this world, I have the memories of this world, and since I was little, Bai Yuan used various unsolved cases to have me analyze them."

"Among them, I guess quite a few cases originated from the Ten of Spades."

Jing Liu understood:

"So you just need to find those cases that are similar to the ones in your childhood memories, and then you could recall from those memories the next time and place of the crime?"

"Exactly, if you were a transmigrator and happened to know the lottery numbers, would you still make money honestly?" Bai Wu had already found the case.

It would take place in a bustling area of Changping City in three days’ time.

Bai Wu remembered that Bai Yuan had shared many details at that time; the victim’s bones had been arranged into a puzzle pattern, and the clue to solving the case had to be put together by someone.

It was extremely cruel to say the least.

Jing Liu said,

"Do you still remember the details of the stories you heard as a child?"

"It’s just standard equipment for the Investigation Corps."

When he was a child, Bai Yuan liked to torment Bai Wu, and while doing so, would recount the details of various cases.

These cases were all real.

A small portion of them were related to the Ten of Spades.

The crimes committed by the Ten of Spades had a hallmark: like many of the people Bai Yuan killed, the criminals were those whom the law could not yet punish.

Also, the criminals were always dissected.

The difference was, Bai Yuan did things neatly and left no traces.

The Ten of Spades, on the other hand, always left clues, deliberately letting people piece together these clues to find information about the time and place of the next murder.

Bai Wu didn’t need to search, because his memory contained all the information about the cases committed by the Ten of Spades over the years.

The reason he peeked into the police files was just to avoid wasting time—a kind of "verification."

Back then, he didn’t know that the Ten of Spades and Bai Yuan had crossed paths multiple times in this world.

Only now did he truly understand how truly idle these two, one black and one white, were.

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Three days later, at dusk in the city center of Changping City.

In the living room of the large flat on the twenty-ninth floor of Building Three in Jiangcheng Yipin, a bloody scene was unfolding.

"Shh~"

"Don’t scream; your daughter is still sleeping. Let’s conduct an experiment. If you can endure the upcoming torture without waking up your daughter, you can survive. How does that sound?"

The middle-aged, obese man who was tied up tight, had his forehead covered in cold sweat.

On the other side—the assaulter, the Ten of Spades—was dressed like a chemical engineer.

"Please, spare me! I’ll give you anything you want! I have money, lots of money!"

"She will wake up," said the Ten of Spades, who actually brought a miniature decibel meter.

He placed it on the coffee table in the hall, along with a miniature hourglass.

The Ten of Spades’ smiley mask was different from Bai Yuan’s; the smile appeared more sinister.

Bai Wu had once seen this mask; Cain had worn it.

But at this moment, Bai Wu could only listen to some sounds from upstairs with his extraordinary hearing.

The Ten of Spades’ hunting scene was just like Bai Yuan’s archives room.

Long before this prey was hunted, it had already been under the surveillance of the Ten of Spades.

"Aren’t you going to save that person? After all, he is murdering the innocent."

"This case is one that was completed in my memory. If I interfere, it would change history." freēwēbηovel.c૦m

This was a reason why Bai Wu immediately interfered with the Ten of Spades.

Although Prayle’s Eye could mark those whose influence on causality was not significant, these people’s importance was not fixed.

One thing for certain was that the pivotal person was indeed the Ten of Spades.

Another reason, Jing Liu was wrong, the man downstairs, indeed deserved to die.

The voice of the Ten of Spades came:

"Bear with it, for the sake of your beloved daughter, do not wake her up."

"After all, you are both her father and her husband, dual identities, could it be understood as double the love?"

"I just want to witness whether, when two identities overlap in one person, one truly sees the miracles of human nature."

Upstairs, Jing Liu frowned:

"Humans are indeed filthy."

Bai Wu said:

"There are good people among humans too, do not generalize, but this person downstairs, is indeed like one of those dead fat men I have defeated."

"His ex-wife had affairs with others in the company, and after the divorce, he began to seek revenge on her daughter."

"In my world, this case caused a sensation at the time. People thought that such a person deserved to die and that the assassin was enacting justice."

Jing Liu was somewhat puzzled:

"Has the Ten of Spades never killed a good person?"

"Of course, he has."

"Who?"

"Me."

Bai Wu smiled and pointed at himself:

"I guess I am still a good person on a comprehensive level, right?"

"But don’t you find it strange that he killed you?"

"Very strange, but we have not returned to the year I died. If it were that year..."

Bai Wu died at the age of nineteen.

But the current Bai Wu was still in his childhood, which meant that many years later, the event where he tracked down the Ten of Spades and then got shot in the head by the Ten of Spades, would occur.

Meanwhile, on the Bridge of the Dead in Huangquan Island, Bai Wu recalled something. When the Ten of Spades killed him, he had said -

"Have a pleasant journey."

This matter had always troubled Bai Wu, his arrival in this world was probably not some transmigration from a novel.

Now it seems, his former world, the High Tower World, and the Well World, are closely related.

Bai Wu said softly:

"The timing doesn’t match, otherwise I might suspect that the one who killed me was not the Ten of Spades, but myself."

Yet suddenly Jing Liu said:

"Perhaps... that is indeed the truth?"

The man’s heart-wrenching roar, like slaughtering a pig, came from downstairs.

But the Ten of Spades was well aware that all the neighbors had left by this time.

Listening to the pig-like roars, Bai Wu frowned and asked Jing Liu:

"Do you find something wrong?"

"According to you, in this world, Bai Yuan and the Ten of Spades, are they just ordinary people?"

Bai Wu nodded.

The Ten of Spades and Bai Yuan were indeed talented in this world, but it was all at the mental level.

Perhaps they had abilities beyond ordinary people, but they were still within the range of being human.

Jing Liu pointed out the key issue:

"Can an ordinary person send you to another world?"

Bai Wu was shocked.

He hadn’t thought that he’d overlooked such a simple logic.

If the Ten of Spades and Bai Yuan had been stripped of their power in this world, then how did the Ten of Spades send him to the High Tower World?

"The answer is obvious, isn’t it?"

Jing Liu said with a smile:

"You’ve said that the most significant feature of this world is the absence of distortion."

"And now, this has changed, you too have felt it, you’re like a god in this world."

"Because in the whole world, you are the only Twister."

"The source of distortion in this world is yourself."

Bai Wu also realized:

"So you think... the Ten of Spades killing me... was my own will? Am I the mastermind behind the Ten of Spades?"

The future me, killed the past me?

Jing Liu said:

"Clearly, the current you is already very familiar with the ways of causality, all of this is possible. But what the truth is, that’s up to you to find out."

Time ticked by.

With the girl’s cries coming, the Ten of Spades thought the fat man had failed the challenge.

So the dissection began.

When the girl with a bruised face walked out, the Ten of Spades gestured for silence.

The girl silently closed the door, and did not call the police.

That historic case was just like that. Until the murderer was far away, the girl even helped clean up some of the scene before she started to call the police.

For justice and law, the Ten of Spades had overstepped his bounds.

But for this girl, the suddenly appeared Ten of Spades had undoubtedly saved her life.

As for whether the Ten of Spades had never killed a good person other than Bai Wu, Bai Wu himself did not know.

But what was certain was that the concepts of good and evil in the eyes of Bai Yuan and the Ten of Spades were entirely different from the concepts of good and evil in the eyes of ordinary people.

After the Ten of Spades left, Bai Wu began to follow him.

On the outskirts of Changping City, 300 meters ahead by the highway was a long mountain tunnel.

At the end of the tunnel lay a landfill.

Bai Wu appeared directly in front of the garbage truck driven by the Ten of Spades, stopping the truck with one hand.

At this moment, the Ten of Spades, in Bai Wu’s eyes, appeared as a "?"

At the same time, a remark came through.

[Those who play with time are bound to be toyed with by time. The last person who played with time paid the price.

If you were to regard time as a living person, he would definitely be difficult to deal with. You have opened Pandora’s box, but you had better remember, what can be said and what cannot be said.

You can change the future that belongs to you, but you cannot change the future that belongs to others, remember my warning.]

Bai Wu understood the last sentence.

Bai Wu’s future began 700 years later, after being shell-casted by Alpha.

So Bai Wu’s future starts from 700 years later.

The future of others is different.

For example, the Ten of Spades, the future of the Ten of Spades from 700 years ago starts from that very moment, 700 years ago.

He finally encountered the Ten of Spades.

But what he had to do next was to change his own future, yet not alter the future of the Ten of Spades.

Otherwise, the causal lines would experience a great shake.

After taking a deep breath, Bai Wu smiled:

"Let me introduce myself, my name is Bai Wu."