Chapter 599: Criminal Provocation

Book Chapter 599: A Provocation from a Criminal (Update 2)

On the building’s rooftop. Lin

A pair of brothers were quietly smoking as they watched the sunset.

“What are you thinking?”

Wang Dong glanced at his little brother, lost in thought.

“I was just wondering—what’s the biggest difference between Jesus and Buddha?”

Xiao Yu looked up and shot a glance at his elder brother.

Wang Dong: ???

“Then I realized…”

Xiao Yu said seriously, “Their hair—one sports big curls while the other’s got small ones!”

Wang Dong: ……

Wang Dong’s eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at Xiao Yu.

He almost wanted to slap his little brother to death. What the heck?

“I’m not joking,”

Xiao Yu stated in a firm tone, “Something’s off with the case.”

“What do you mean?” Wang Dong’s heart skipped a beat.

“If I were the one who created the Maze of Panic, I’d never let anyone go. No one would ever escape alive.”

With a cold expression, Xiao Yu stated firmly, “Creating something like that is meant to torture—to plunge the victims into a true nightmare. It isn’t just about throwing someone into endless despair and leaving them powerless. It’s about giving them hope only to shatter it again, forcing a sudden realization that all their efforts were futile. That… is real torment and a true nightmare!”

…567…

Wang Dong shuddered involuntarily, looking at Xiao Yu in both awe and fear.

“Thank goodness you’re a good person, or else I’d be on the run right now,” he thought.

Just from Xiao Yu’s earlier words.

“If he ever turned bad and started torturing someone, do you think that person would stand a chance?”

Death would be the only escape!

“I have a question for you,”

Wang Dong’s expression grew serious.

“What?”

Xiao Yu took a puff of his cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke.

“Have you ever been truly afraid of something?”

Wang Dong asked earnestly.

“Of course I have,”

Xiao Yu laughed. “Fear is a natural survival instinct. Except for those with impaired minds—you know, the mentally ill, idiots, the brain-dead, simpletons—who isn’t afraid?”

So, do reincarnated survivors not fear death?

No. Xiao Yu is very afraid of death.

It’s not that he’s scared of dying,

but rather worried about what comes after—what will happen to his parents, his sister, his child…

That’s why Xiao Yu truly fears death more than anyone else!

“Phew!”

Wang Dong let out a long sigh and nodded, “At least you have fear!”

Every time a grand era dawns, it’s the youth who ride the crest of the wave.

Fortunately, Xiao Yu is someone who knows what it means to be afraid.

Yet he leads them forward with unyielding courage!

……

Meeting Room.

Xiao Yu’s gaze was sharp as he scanned all the members of Team Two, including Wang Dong.

“Based solely on one testimony, we still can’t confirm if a Maze of Panic exists domestically,” he began.

“But regardless of its existence, we must determine its purpose—whether it’s meant to mislead or is simply a lie.”

“With no clues to go on, we must assume… assume that it exists.”

“Imagine a victim thrown into this labyrinthine Maze of Panic, subjected to endless torture and psychological abuse until… they managed to escape.”

“First, we need to understand what this Maze of Panic really is and what the creator’s intent was.”

“Perhaps hatred can arise without reason, but love never does. When you do someone a favor, there’s always a cost. Whatever someone painstakingly creates must have a purpose.”

“From a psychological standpoint, man-made labyrinths and traps are often just tools to torment others.”

“For example, if you build a labyrinth, is it to entertain yourself? What fun is there in playing with your own creation?”

“Wouldn’t you rather lure a group of people into the labyrinth, watch them stagger around, and then feel that your creation had true meaning, finding joy in their plight?”

“Of course, you’d go to great lengths to prevent those trapped from escaping. Otherwise, your labyrinth would just be a foolish construct—what’s the point of building it at all?”

“In short, the creator of the Maze of Panic wanted to toy with people—to use intellect as a weapon, challenging the wits of those caught inside.”

“But even a fool knows that imprisoning and tormenting people in a labyrinth is a crime!”

“Knowing fully well that creating the Maze of Panic is criminal, would you ever let your victims go?”

“Criminal psychology tells us that a criminal acts only when their malice outweighs their compassion.”

“Someone whose malevolence overshadows kindness, who traps a group of people for a twisted game… do you think they’d ever release their victims?”

“It’s like a cat that, after catching a mouse, toys with it mercilessly before devouring it in one final bite!”

Then, an odd question arises.

“How could a victim possibly escape this Maze of Panic?”

It was as if a cat, having caught a mouse and played with it thoroughly, swallowed it whole—only for the mouse to miraculously escape, as if ascending to heaven.

“Could that really be possible? Could a cat overlook such a thing? And if it noticed, why let the mouse get away?”

Xiao Yu looked at everyone and offered an answer, “He’s fishing… releasing bait to lure in more prey. And he knows very well that despite its poison, the bait is irresistibly enticing, drawing in fish that can’t help but devour it!”

His words sent a jolt through everyone’s hearts.

“He’s had enough fun,”

Xiao Yu sneered, “It seems he’s tired of playing with ordinary people. He’s looking to challenge more formidable prey—more worthy playthings.”

The faces of Team Two filled with shock and anger.

His message couldn’t have been any clearer.

Not only is it bait—it’s a provocation, a challenge.

And you’re forced to accept that challenge, compelled to take the bait.

Isn’t that the logic?

Wen

Xue