redvbooks Chapter 130 Park Cheng-sing died!
Chapter 130 Park Cheng-sing died!
Qin Yue nodded and faced the crowd:
"Yes. For normal food intake like this, we don't need to intervene; just record it according to the procedure."
The group did not linger and continued along the dark passage.
The atmosphere suddenly changed when they arrived at cell number 21.
The person imprisoned here is the "collector" mentioned in the manual.
Through the observation window, one can see a well-dressed gentleman sitting at a desk, seemingly writing something.
As if sensing the gaze from outside, he slowly raised his head and looked towards the observation window.
The next second, something terrifying happened.
The figure that had been sitting behind the desk suddenly moved without warning.
He glided silently to the cell door like a weightless feather, his face, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and appearing quite refined, pressed tightly against the narrow observation window.
His gaze, like a precise probe, instantly locked onto one person in the group—the chosen one from South Korea…Park Sung-sung.
Park Sung-sung's body stiffened instantly, feeling as if a cold, venomous snake had coiled around his neck, and a chill ran from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
He tried to look away, but found his gaze was firmly drawn in, unable to escape.
"Park Sung-sung?" came the collector's voice, which had a strange magnetism.
When he was directly called out, Park Sung-sung's face turned deathly pale, and fine beads of sweat instantly appeared on his forehead.
Everyone's heart was in their throat.
Qin Yue's eyes suddenly sharpened, but she didn't immediately speak up to stop them. The rules were clearly stated: as long as one chose not to answer the collector's questions or told the truth, there would be no problem.
The collector's lips curled into a smile, and he asked slowly, enunciating each word clearly:
"You, Park Sung-sung, how many times have you... um... engaged in that kind of transaction so far?"
The question was simple and brutal, like a poisoned dagger, stabbing deeply into the most private corner of Park Sung-sung's heart.
Park Sung-sung's mind went blank.
Driven by extreme panic and a strange urge to maintain his image, he almost blurted out:
"No...no! I never! I've never done anything like that!"
As he spoke, he shook his head vigorously, trying to use exaggerated gestures to enhance the credibility of his words.
As soon as he finished speaking, the air in the entire passage seemed to freeze.
The collector's faint smile slowly disappeared, replaced by an extreme indifference.
His eyes, peering through his glasses, suddenly turned crimson, as if two drops of thick blood were burning and boiling within them.
"You're lying."
These three words were no longer clear spoken words, but rather like a mental shock with substantial weight, crashing hard into everyone's consciousness.
Park Sung-sung, in particular, felt as if his head had been struck by an invisible hammer, and his ears were ringing incessantly.
Then, something even more terrifying happened.
The collector did not leave the cell; he did not even touch the door.
He simply blew a breath gently at Park Sung-sung through the observation window.
That breath instantly transformed into a power carrying the scent of decay and moldy paper, directly impacting Park Sung-sung!
"Ugh—!"
Park Sung-sung let out a short, piercing scream.
It was as if an invisible hand had grabbed his throat, lifting him off the ground, his legs kicking helplessly.
As a result, his skin color quickly turned ashen, as if it were losing moisture and vitality, transforming into some kind of inanimate material.
His limbs began to twist and fold unnaturally, making a chilling "crackling" sound.
Under the horrified gazes of the crowd, Park Sung-sung's body was forcibly compressed, twisted, and deformed by that invisible force in just seven or eight seconds...
In the end, he actually turned into a thin book with a dark flesh-colored cover, as if it were made of human skin!
The "book" fell to the cold metal floor with a dull thud.
The cover had no title, only some distorted, seemingly still slightly wriggling lines, from which the outline of Park Sung-sung's painfully distorted face could be vaguely discerned.
The entire passageway was deathly silent.
The crimson hue in the collector's eyes quickly faded, and the previous calm returned.
His face once again displayed that standard, yet cold, smile, and he said softly:
"Thank you for the gift. It's a cliché story about 'hypocrisy' and 'cowardice,' but it's a suitable new collectible."
As soon as he finished speaking, the collector slightly raised his right index finger, and the book floated up on its own, passed through the observation window, and gently fell into his hand.
Then, as if nothing had happened, he turned around gracefully, walked back to his desk, put down the newly acquired book, sat down calmly, picked up his quill pen again, and continued his unfinished writing.
In the corridor outside the cells, more than twenty trainee prison guards stood frozen in place, their bodies ice-cold, their breaths almost frozen.
Suddenly, a cold yet resounding voice echoed simultaneously in the minds of all the chosen ones and on the supernatural tales livestream channel:
[Strange Tales Announcement: Park Sung-sung, the Chosen One of South Korea, has been eliminated.]
[The punishment for the strange tales will soon descend upon the entire nation of South Korea:]
[From this moment forward, all citizens of South Korea will permanently lose the ability to lie.]
May truth be with you.
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Studio:
"This punishment is absolutely brilliant—the entire nation of South Korea can no longer lie? This is practically a social nuclear bomb!"
"As expected of the country that originated from the universe, even the ways to die are so 'creative'. Now the whole country has become an 'honest nation'."
"I'm actually a little curious, now that the whole country can't lie, how are the politicians and tycoons in South Korea going to work tomorrow?"
"So how many transactions did Park Sung-sung actually make? His reaction clearly indicates the number is too large to be stated!"
"Prediction: Starting tomorrow, the Korean entertainment industry will completely collapse, and idols will no longer be able to maintain their personas."
"From today onwards, South Korea will become a paradise for detectives and journalists, and a hell for lawyers."
"The tactic of ghost stories is to kill someone by destroying their spirit; it directly alters a country's 'fundamental rules,' which is more destructive than natural disasters."
"I suggest that all Korean citizens emigrate. This punishment is comparable to thought transparency; there is absolutely no privacy whatsoever."
"So, now it's impossible to lie anywhere in the country... Does that mean all the previous wrongful convictions can be overturned?"
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In the corridor.
Qin Yue's face was ashen, her gaze sweeping over the crowd like ice, fixing each terrified face on its spot:
"Did you all see that clearly?! This is what happens when you lie to 'collectors'!"
"Now, put away your useless fears and pride, and move forward! Anyone who breaks the rules again will be a role model!"