Chapter 5

The officer walked out of the supermarket with a serious expression.

"Johnson, since the surveillance is broken, we can only proceed based on existing evidence."

He shook the silver handcuffs in his hand. "Please cooperate."

Vincent leaned against the car door, lit a cigarette, and blew out a smoke ring.

"Cuff him already! This kind of lying scammer should be locked up and starved for three days!"

I stared at the handcuffs in the officer's hands and took a deep breath.

I suddenly stood up and rushed to the officer, pointing at his police device.

I grabbed my phone and typed rapidly.

[Game accounts must be verified with real identity information before you can make purchases and transactions.]

[Check the identity information bound to this account!]

[Check where that five million went!]

The officer glanced at the screen and nodded.

"We can check."

He took out his police device, entered the game ID, and began querying the backend data.

Mario rolled his eyes and crossed his arms.

"Still struggling pointlessly? When they find your name, how will you turn black into white?"

Vincent flicked her cigarette ash and sneered: "When the real-name information comes out, let's see how you keep up the act!"

Information popped up on the police device screen.

The officer's eyes scanned across the screen, his brow furrowing tighter and tighter.

The surroundings became so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

"Officer, did you find it?" Vincent eagerly leaned in. "Is it his name?"

The officer looked up at me.

"The account's registered identity information is Johnson."

"The ID number matches the number on your disability certificate exactly."

Those words hit me like a sledgehammer to the back of my head.

My vision went dark and I nearly lost my balance.

Impossible!

I'd never registered for this game. How could my identity information be bound to it?

Just then, the radio on the officer's belt crackled.

"Calling 03, feedback from the Anti-Fraud Center. The five million in question ultimately flowed into a credit card ending in 8821."

"Account holder name: Johnson."

"Identity information verified."

The voice from the radio echoed through the empty street, completely condemning me.

The crowd erupted in deafening curses again.

"You hear that! The bank card is in his name too!"

"What else is there to investigate? Just execute him!"

Mario laughed so hard he doubled over, pointing at me: "Keep making stuff up! You wanted them to investigate, right? Now it's investigated—the money's all in your card!"

Vincent threw down her cigarette and stomped it out.

"Officer, what are you waiting for? Arrest him!"

The officer put away his device and walked toward me.

"Johnson, the evidence is now conclusive. The account is yours, the bank card is yours, and the money is in your name."

"Please come with me to the station immediately."

The cold metal ring of the handcuffs touched my wrist.

A suffocating feeling drowned me like a tide. All the evidence pointed to me.

A perfect setup.

I bit my lip hard until I tasted blood.

My gaze moved past the officer's shoulder and landed on that bracelet on the Porsche passenger seat carpet.

Then I turned my head and stared hard at the glaring indentation mark on Mario's wrist.

I pushed the officer's hand away, grabbed my phone, and frantically typed on the screen.

The screen lit up. I held it up in front of everyone.

[I know who the scammer is now.]