Death Game: Starting as a fraudster, pretending to be a god.

Chapter 1170 An unexpected gain in memory

After Bandura's memory reconstruction was completed, Lin Yu also transformed him into an "information life" with some skill.

Then, he extracted his few remaining memories of Bandura and passed them on to this new life. And then...

Construct a scenario of the "survival" of the information life form Bandura.

Of course, he had much less information about Bandura. This information life form and scene born with Bandura as the core were obviously much more "fuzzy" than those on Qianhuan's side.

Not only is the level of simulation far lower than Qianhuan, but the speed of generating new information is also very slow.

But Lin Yu was not in a hurry.

After all, his strategy towards Bandura has also changed.

So next...

It's Baisha's turn.

Leaving Bandura in his own office, Lin Yu came to the corridor again and opened a new door.

As soon as he entered, Lin Yu smelled a pungent smell.

He frowned.

It was the smell of some burning herb.

The room was filled with smoke. Lin Yu observed through the smoke and found that this seemed to be the bedroom of a villa.

On the luxurious and spacious children's bed in the bedroom, a little boy was lying there with a red face, seemingly in great pain.

Baisha was standing in front of his bed, wearing bright clothes, dancing and muttering, holding a drum and a string of bells in his hands.

The source of the smoke was the incense burner on the altar in front of the bed, with offerings placed on both sides.

Lin Yu looked at this scene and reacted immediately.

"King Wen's drum, waist bell, incense burner, bronze mirror... Is this a shaman dance?"

No wonder Baisha’s “occupation” is “monk”. This guy looks like a pioneer artist, but turns out to be the inheritor of folk intangible cultural heritage?

However, after looking at it for a while, Lin Yu saw the clue.

Since ancient folk techniques such as shaman dancing have certain origins in performances and are closely related to the origin and development of traditional Chinese opera repertoires, Lin Yu has also learned about these aspects in detail.

Baisha's jump is not right.

How can one perform the shaman dance alone?

He was holding a drum and singing the tune to invite the gods, which was the part of the second god, but he stopped and trembled from time to time, which made him look like the great god.

Even when it comes to the part of the two gods, he only has the drum of King Wen but not the whip of King Wu, and the items placed on the altar are not very particular.

The lyrics of the tune were also wrong, and were very different from the traditional lyrics that Lin Yu had learned.

I always feel that this guy is a half-baked person!

Although not professional enough, Baisha worked hard and danced for a long time. He was wearing heavy clothes and was smoked by the smoke from the incense burner. Lin Yu saw that he was obviously sweating profusely.

The dancing part was over, and Baisha suddenly took out another piece of talisman paper and stuck it on the child's head.

"Hey!"

Baisha shouted with full energy, then restrained his momentum.

Then, Baisha pushed open the bedroom door.

Outside the bedroom door, a middle-aged couple and two elderly couples were waiting anxiously. They were probably the child's parents, grandparents, and grandparents-in-law.

The middle-aged man with dark skin and a slightly plump figure looked at Baisha anxiously.

"Master, how is my son?"

Baisha waved his hands weakly, "It's alright. The evil spirit has gone from him. He should be able to wake up tonight. He'll just need to rest for three to four days."

The middle-aged woman nodded, her eyes still filled with worry. "Tonight... Master, I hope so."

Baisha's tone was a little cold: "I said it's okay, of course it's okay - don't worry, if there is any abnormality, just contact me."

As he spoke, the middle-aged man nodded quickly: "Master, my wife doesn't distrust you, she's just too worried about the child."

Then, the middle-aged man took out a bulging envelope from his pocket - judging from its thickness, it must have contained a lot of money.

Baisha took the banknotes and his expression eased a little.

"Just call me if you have anything."

Baisha said this and then walked out of the villa.

Lin Yu followed Baisha and moved. After walking out, he realized that although this villa was luxurious, it was a self-built house in the countryside.

This value is slightly lower than the estimated value.

From the dress, conversation and appearance of the parents of the children just now, it was not difficult for Lin Yu to tell that they should be wealthy farmers in the town who made their fortunes in breeding and contracting businesses.

and so……

Based on the portrait of this family, it was not difficult for Lin Yu to draw a conclusion.

"If you want to make money by using fraudulent means related to 'ghosts and gods', this is indeed the right person to choose."

Coupled with Baisha's unprofessional dance moves, Lin Yu became even more convinced.

Baisha must be taking advantage of the family's anxiety about their child's illness to defraud them of their money.

However, this made Lin Yu even more curious...

In that case, Baisha should have awakened the "liar".

He couldn't really think that his non-standard dance moves were any use, right?

With such doubts, Lin Yu followed Baisha to the entrance of the village, and then watched him open the car door and sit in the passenger seat of a black van.

Lin Yu came to the back seat of the van quietly.

Then he saw Baisha take out an envelope, divide the banknotes inside into two, and hand one half to the driver wearing a baseball cap next to him.

"Here, the introduction fee."

"You make this money so easily! You just sit in the car with the air conditioning on and you get the money I spent half a day preparing props and dancing for a long time."

The other party laughed. "Hey, don't be dissatisfied. A fifty-fifty split is already considered high, Xiaobai. This is because of our long-standing friendship, and you really have a master, so you can get half."

"If I introduce a job to a normal person, I'll take 70% of the commission."

This voice sounded familiar to Lin Yu.

Baisha said unhappily, "If I still had a disciple, I wouldn't have to do this kind of miserable work. If the old man hadn't expelled me, I would be doing consecration ceremonies for big companies and stores, which would be much more comfortable than making this kind of money."

"You have such a bad taste. I'm not even a shaman."

"People just believe this, what can I do? After all, the money is real, isn't it?" The driver in the baseball cap laughed and took out a small wad of banknotes from his pocket and stuffed it into Baisha's hand. "Are you still upset now?"

Baisha twisted the banknotes in his hand and said, "Ha, this is indeed much better."

"Come on, I'll take you for a drink."

The driver smiled and spoke.

Baisha shook his head: "Then I'll break my vow. I won't drink."

"It's so boring to have to follow your rules again at this time," the driver said, starting the van. "Then go get something to eat while you watch me drink."

As he spoke, the driver looked up at the rearview mirror and prepared to reverse, and the phoenix eyes under the brim of his hat appeared in the mirror.

Lin Yu happened to be observing the two people in front of him through the mirror, and when he raised his eyes, it seemed as if his gaze met his.

Even though he knew that the other party was just a "phantom" in Baisha's memory and couldn't see him, Lin Yu was still shocked.

because……

With these eyes, he already knew the other person's identity.

Even the hair exposed under the brim of his hat was black, and he was wearing a very ordinary black long-sleeved shirt and jeans. Even his voice was a little different from the voice he had when I met him in my memory.

But Lin Yu still recognized the other person.

There is absolutely no mistaking that clear and penetrating look.

The guy sitting in the driver's seat of this car...

It's a fortune teller.