Chapter 918: A Masterful Videotape Performance

After the glass shattered, that colossal organic organ system seemed to sense the removal of some "restriction" and was poised to strike.

But soon...

A second piece of chalk struck the throbbing heart, instantly causing the massive organ to contract into a tight ball.

Algae glanced at Bi Fang with mild surprise, then walked over to the adjacent room where the Cursed Statues were kept.

She slipped through the opening in the glass just large enough for one person to pass through, and the crow statue in her hand dispersed the writhing, slightly overflowing darkness around the Cursed Statues—darkness that seemed like solidified curses given physical form.

Like a beacon of light piercing the blackest night.

"Not bad at all."

Potassium Chloride remarked with admiration.

Everyone held their breath, watching Algae intently—including Lin Yu, still lying on the ground, who quietly began observing as well. Since no one's attention was on him anyway, Lin Yu felt emboldened enough to take a closer look.

Algae quickly approached the statue and, with a nimble leap, landed on its shoulder.

For an ordinary person, getting close to this statue would have taken considerable effort, but as a Second Tier Player who had waded into this muddy water without any organizational backing, Algae clearly had her own advantages.

After all, this inheritance was on the Misty Islands.

And Algae on the Misty Islands... was like a fish returning to the sea.

Moreover... they had done their homework thoroughly for this operation.

Right now, the object in the statue's hand—the one that had been stimulated and was radiating spiritual energy—lay there for the taking.

Algae pulled another item from her bosom—a worn unicorn plush doll in appearance.

But the moment it appeared, the spiritual energy fluctuations stabilized once more, as if this object possessed some kind of "soothing" effect.

The glow gradually faded, and Algae could now clearly see what the object in the statue's hand actually was.

It was a square, boxy leather briefcase.

She jumped onto the statue's palm, then lifted the briefcase and displayed it to everyone.

"Well then—members of the Psychological Society, is this the thing?"

Dolantine and Potassium Chloride both looked toward Lacan, who nodded.

"Yes... This is First Generation Freud's briefcase, an item he used to store other items..."

Although accessing the item space was convenient, to ensure that certain items with continuous effects remained active, and to guard against situations where there was no time to "store" or "retrieve" items, some Players would also use item-type storage devices akin to "backpacks."

Moreover... many of these storage items were custom-made by native craftsmen on commission, and often came with all sorts of useful auxiliary functions.

The briefcase had a combination lock with a four-digit rotating dial—and with only four digits, a brute-force method could eventually crack it.

However, Algae still asked: "Do any of you have any idea what the password might be? Four pure digits!"

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Although the briefcase didn't look particularly sturdy, Algae chose not to forcibly break it open.

For a moment, no one from the Psychological Society camp spoke, as if they were all racking their brains for a four-digit number that held special significance to the First Generation leader.

But then, Fu Luo spoke up.

"What's the current default number right now?"

Algae turned the briefcase around and looked—it was set to 5656. Seeing this number, she didn't even need to report it to Fu Luo before immediately pressing the "unlock" button to test it.

"Click."

With the soft sound of the latch releasing, the briefcase slowly opened a crack.

From within came an even more intense wave of spiritual energy—the unmistakable spiritual energy of First Generation Freud himself wafted out, so vivid that one might almost believe the man himself was stuffed inside, alive and well.

Everyone held their breath, their attention fixed on the briefcase.

Dolantine, Potassium Chloride, Lacan, Nineteen, Tycoon, Bi Fang, Rengu...

All seven simultaneously braced for battle!

Rengu discreetly signaled Tycoon and Bi Fang with a gesture meaning "continue with the plan as discussed."

Nineteen had already clenched several vials of potion in his grip.

Lin Yu also sharpened his focus, watching everyone with intense scrutiny.

Then...

The powerful spiritual energy lasted only a single second before dissipating, vanishing like the inert gas inside a potato chip bag.

Algae flung open the briefcase!

"Thump!"

An object dropped at Algae's feet.

The seven individuals who had been about to lunge toward the Cursed Statues abruptly froze in place as they took in the contents of the briefcase and the fallen object.

"What?!"

Shock and dismay spread across Lacan's face.

Inside the briefcase...

It was completely empty!

"Where's the inheritance?! Could it not be here?!"

"Could the briefcase itself BE the inheritance?!"

"Was First Generation Freud messing with us?"

"Did that guy tamper with something?!"

Everyone was in disbelief—even Algae, who had opened the briefcase, was taken aback.

She instinctively picked up the object that had fallen at her feet. It was...

A silver-white remote control.

However, it had only one button.

Frowning, Algae hesitated for a moment before deciding to press the button.

"Fwoosh—!"

The four screens in the area, which had previously gone dark, all lit up, causing Lacan to immediately straighten up.

But then, the content on the screens shifted his expression from tension to confusion.

On the screen was a gaunt man with a somewhat melancholic aura, wearing a white lab coat.

"Freud?"

"The First Generation Chairman?"

Lacan and Chlorpromazine's voices rang out simultaneously in confusion.

The man on the screen smiled.

"Hi, everyone—whoever you are, you've probably found the 'box' that Freud left behind, right?" The man in the video touched his face as he spoke. "If you're from the Psychological Society, or at least know him somewhat, you probably almost mistook me for him just now, didn't you?"

"Take a closer look—although I did deliberately imitate his appearance and even made some minor facial adjustments, there should still be differences."

The man continued talking to himself, then chuckled again. "Of course, if you don't know Freud, or don't know my teacher, Mr. Zheng, then just forget everything I just said."

"In any case—what I want to tell you is this: I'm sorry, everyone, but you're too late. This isn't your fault, after all—I am Freud's most legitimate successor, and this inheritance rightfully belongs to me."

"Ah-ha, saying 'too late' is actually being generous. You're probably late by many, many, MANY steps... What a pity. I'm even leisurely enough to record a video for you right now." The man rotated the recording device and swayed it side to side, revealing that there was no one else around him. "You haven't even shown any sign of finding this place."

"In any case—what I want to say is this: whether or not the ones who came are from the Psychological Society, I'd like you to pass along a message—I know that the Psychological Society now has a new 'Freud,'" the man said in a calm tone. "But I will take back that title. The name 'Freud' belongs to me, not to him."

"Until then..."

He raised the briefcase in his hand and draped the eerie purple crystal pendant around his neck.

"You may all call me Schreiber for now."

When the video reached this point, everyone present was struck with overwhelming disbelief.

But despite the shock...

Lin Yu, still lying on the ground, received a massive surge of belief flowing into his body.

He collected the belief into the Pyramid Scheme while observing the stunned expressions of these top-tier experts from the major organizations.

Then, Lin Yu also admired his own performance in the recording.

"What a masterful performance... My acting is absolutely perfect!"