Chapter 56 - The Room

After last night's unsuccessful attempt, the voices outside tonight seem to have switched tactics and are called - "Come on, hit me".

 

The couple's bickering continues, the unnourishing content paired with a high-pitched voice that has a refreshing effect in the night.

 

The footsteps on the other side of the room were a change from the stereotypes of the past, closer and farther away and full of rhythm, as if a group of people were bouncing outside the door late at night.

 

Xiao Lan admits that he's been tempted.

 

Putting down the pillow covering his ears, he began to think seriously about whether running out and beating the shit out of the group right now would affect his clearance afterwards.

 

Luo, who had noticed Xiao Lan's subtle tangle, turned slightly to the side and looked at Xiao Lan as dark shadows appeared at his fingertips, forming a few words in the air: [Do you need my help? Sir]

 

Xiao Lan asks with his eyes: What's the favour?

 

Luo reaches out unsteadily, his fingertips tinged with a little black mist, and he brings his hand up to Xiao Lan's ear.

 

Xiao Lan was a little puzzled but didn't duck and just waited for him to make his move.

 

Cool fingers brushed against the ear with a touch of tenderness.

 

Then Xiao Lan felt that the sounds around him were suddenly far away, as if all the noise was happening in the distance, and when it reached him it was only a faint sound.

 

Simply better than any earbud!

 

Luo withdrew his hand and gave him a small smile: [Sorry, that's all I can do for now]

 

The result was so good that Xiao Lan gave him a nod of approval.

 

I'll wake you up if anything happens, so sleep tight.

 

With Luo's help, Xiao Lan falls back to sleep, this time with a particularly good quality of sleep. He seems to have got used to Luo's gaze and does not wake up even when being stared at.

 

--

 

The next morning, Xiao Lan leaves the house refreshed.

 

Outside the window is a persistent rainstorm that leaves the morning sky dark and dreary.

 

The players sitting around the table all have thick dark circles under their eyes. Wu Ting's face is not visible with his delicate make-up, but only he knows that he has a thick layer of concealer under his eyes today.

 

The noise outside the door last night kept them up almost all night, and they were afraid to use props to soundproof the door, in case they missed any important movement and accidentally got cold.

 

The players looked at a glowing Xiao Lan and a normal looking Luo, and wondered how these two could sleep so well and not even wake up in the middle of the night.

 

Xiao Lan found that He Rui was still absent.

 

Although Meng Ze said he said he had things to do, it still almost makes you wonder if the man has cooled off in some obscure corner.

 

Breakfast is still batter and today the batter is a deep red colour.

 

Although the landlord hasn't been around for a long time, the food is still served on time every time it's time to eat, and the players aren't too keen to know how it's all made.

 

All the players except Xiao Lan ate with numb faces, hang in there a little longer and after today they will be back in the player quarters eating human food.

 

Meng Ze, like the others, mechanically stuffs his breakfast into his mouth.

 

The mouthful of paste had a sticky texture and a fishy smell from the perfunctory handling of the ingredients, and every now and then you could get small scraps of stone and wood shavings and other crumbs, making the dining experience even more unpleasant.

 

Suddenly he chewed on something odd, round and seemingly elastic, and the size of what looked like a sourdough.

 

Strange, was there something that big in the spoon when he scooped it up just now?

 

He was about to simply chew it up and swallow it, when the orb-like object in his mouth suddenly spun.

 

Startled, Meng Ze stopped chewing and felt it carefully. At that moment the object in his mouth was unresponsive again, as if it were his illusion.

 

His heart eased a little and he was about to bite down again.

 

The sensation in the mouth was extremely pronounced as the object turned several times in succession this time.

 

It's not an illusion at all!

 

"Meng Ze hurriedly pulled a piece of paper and spat out the contents of his mouth, the movement attracting the attention of all the players present.

 

Not bothering to explain, Meng Ze fixed his eyes towards what he had spat out on the table.

 

It turned out to be an eye, and at the moment that eye was constantly turning, stained with a deep red liquid as if it were soaking in blood.

 

At Meng Ze's frightened gaze, the eye seemed to find its target as it slowly turned to meet Meng Ze's eyes.

 

"Ah..."

 

Meng Ze couldn't hold on any longer and dropped the dishes he was holding and shouted.

 

He was terrified inside.

 

He was not a mid-level player at all, but had accidentally gained the ability to manipulate invisible bugs for surveillance. It was only after He Rui approached him and asked for his help, promising him a favour and half of the props he would receive that he agreed.

 

They have worked together twice before and both went well.

 

As a result, the first move in this game was lost.

 

After that He Rui was almost invisible and didn't help him at all, so he had to hide in his room alone, even when Duan Xueyin said he would join him, he didn't dare to go out and explore at all.

 

"What to do ...... what to do ......" Meng Ze had a few moments of collapse, the eye still kept staring at him, no matter which direction he went, the eye turned towards his position, the It was completely impossible to get rid of it.

 

To the other players, Meng Ze was shouting at the pile of beef he had spat out, with genuine emotion, pompous movements and even a touch of comedy.

 

Duan Xueyin asked in a low voice, "Is he experiencing a hallucination?"

 

Wu Ting looked at Meng Ze, whose face was smeared with tears, and found it a little disgusting: "Or maybe he's been hit, and you don't care about him?"

 

Duan Xueyin shook his head, "This group is just like playing, one doesn't go out and one doesn't see anyone, I don't care about them."

 

Wu Ting gave a queenly smile, "So this halfway decent group is useless."

 

Duan Xueyin nodded in deep agreement; she would be a stick in the mud if she added such pheasant teams in future.

 

Seeing that Meng Ze's nose was about to flip out, Wu Ting stood up and gave Meng Ze a dream slap in order to prevent his already unappetising breakfast from becoming even more unappetising.

 

"Pop-"

 

A crisp slap to Meng Ze's face snapped back his faltering sanity.

 

Meng Ze sobered up for a moment and then, as if avoiding some flooded beast, and not caring about his breakfast, he fled from the table and darted back to his room, seemingly blocking the door with sundries.

 

Wu Ting wiped his hands and looked at the closed door panel with a look of disgust, "Tch, wimp."

 

The cultists also remained absent until the end of breakfast.

 

The players still at the table exchanged an unspoken look; it seemed that this last tenant was in a foul mood.

 

With the landlord nowhere to be seen and the tenants all dead, all that is left of the entire 404 is now the players.

 

--

 

After the meal.

 

As he passed the door of the cultist's room, Xiao Lan felt that something was wrong.

 

The smell of burning incense always permeated the rooms of the previous cultists.

 

You could also see it every time you opened the door, the walls of the room were covered with odd pictures and there were lots of strange things hanging from the ceiling, with messy lines hanging down, always making his room look gloomy.

 

However, the light coming through his room now seemed surprisingly bright.

 

Xiao Lan reached down and pushed the door, which was not locked, and he simply opened it.

 

The room is much like Xiao Lan's, with its shabby bed, piles of clutter and stained walls, as if everything from the cultists had disappeared overnight.

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He looked into the room where the incense burner had been placed before; the walls were old and dirty, but there were no traces of smoke left behind. Nor were there any signs of holes punched in the walls or things plastered all over them and then torn off, as if there had never been a godly cultist like that living here.

 

Xiao Lan and Luo split up to look at the rooms of the other dead tenants.

 

The few rooms Xiao Lan entered all looked similar, as if all traces of the previous occupants had disappeared overnight. This place, which was already very wrong, now shows a sense of danger that something big is coming.

 

He was about to exit the room to join Luo when he turned around and realised that the door behind him was gone.

 

What should have been a dilapidated door was now just a solid wall, as if someone had unknowingly replaced everything behind him.

 

Xiao Lan's heart lifted as he completely failed to notice the changes behind him, an incredible thing given his current sensory sensitivity.

 

This is the second time in this game that this has happened.

 

The room is as it was before, quiet and shabby, only the door is missing and the low wattage electric light brings dim illumination, making the interior look a little hazy.

 

"Ta-da..."

 

"Ta-da..."

 

"Ta-da..."

 

The sound of crisp high heels hitting the floor rang out above Xiao Lan's head.

 

Xiao Lan looked up at the ceiling and it appeared that a woman in high heels was pacing above. But there are only four floors of lifts here, and no stairs at all to lead upwards.

 

"Ta-da..."

 

This time the footsteps changed direction and sounded at the other end of the room.

 

It was like some person in high heels had suddenly teleported to another part of the upstairs.

 

Xiao Lan pulled out [a dagger tainted with poison] and tried to call out to Luo. But there was no response, and the room felt like a space cut off from the outside world, isolating him.

 

"Ta-da-da-da-da-da-da-"

 

The sound of footsteps grew faster and denser, weaving rapidly across the ceiling. The succession of sounds sounded a little shrill to the human ear.

 

Suddenly Xiao Lan felt a slight breeze blowing behind him and he subconsciously dodged out of the way.

 

"Whoosh..."

 

A short crack of wind sounded as something grazed his back.

 

Xiao Lan looked back and there was still nothing there.

 

He quieted his mind and carefully felt every change around him in a cacophony of high heels.

 

This time, it's the right side.

 

Xiao Lan jerked back a step, while the dagger in his hand slashed out towards what was empty in his vision.

 

"There was a clink as the dagger seemed to collide with a sharp object.

 

Yet the object that attacked Xiao Lan still showed no trace of itself, disappearing again after a single blow.

 

The endless sound of high heels accompanied by a divine attack seemed to be the first thing to put him in fear.

 

Xiao Lan is in no hurry either, having learned to be patient and hunker down during his previous training of over 300 defeats or kills.

 

No true predator is fooled by appearances. Whatever that thing is, however untraceable it usually is, the moment it attacks it will reveal its traces.

 

After the seventy-fourth breath, the attack reappeared.

 

This time it was on Xiao Lan's left rear, and the opponent seemed to lighten his movements, only to accelerate suddenly when he was very close to Xiao Lan.

 

But it still did not escape Xiao Lan's notice.

 

Xiao Lan deflected his body with an incredible movement at great speed, the sharp wind slicing across his cheek only to graze it millimetres from his skin, the attack falling short.

 

Xiao Lan then swung his dagger at what appeared to be an empty space.

 

"[This is a dagger tainted with poison] deals damage to **** with additional toxicity: shibari, vine"

 

Chai and vine are not considered highly poisonous, but poisoning can cause nausea and vomiting and diarrhoea, which is a good poison in combat.

 

Imagine your opponent having to deal with you while fighting diarrhoea, wouldn't that be miserable.

 

Success!

 

Looking at the bright red blood on the dagger and the system alert, Xiao Lan understood in an instant that what had attacked him was a living creature, not a ghost as the room had tried to mislead him into believing.

 

There is even a not insignificant possibility that it is a player because of the anonymity bit.

 

Xiao Lan took another swipe in the direction of the dripping blood.

 

"[This is a dagger tainted with poison] deals damage to **** with additional toxicity: chocolate"

 

With a rich aroma in the air, it is easy to imagine the silky and mellow taste.

 

Xiao Lan: "......"

 

Can't you be a bit more forceful at a time like this!

 

What the hell is chocolate, Brother Dagger do you think we are targeting a dog!!!

 

At this point the guy attacking Xiao Lan seemed to feel the power of Chai and Vine too, and a sudden wave of shit disrupted his movements.

 

Along the blood trail, Xiao Lan added several attacks, which were barely blocked by his opponent as he could not see the exact location.

 

Seeing the situation, the other side simply bailed out.

 

There was a sudden ripple in the air, after which the constant sound of footsteps overhead ceased and the door, which seemed to have been stripped out of space, reappeared.

 

The next moment, Luo burst through the door: "Sir!"

 

Xiao Lan waved his hand, "I'm fine, but the guy got away."

 

Luo quickly stepped forward and leaned in close to take a closer look at Xiao Lan.

 

The sudden approach of a handsome face and the seriousness of his gaze made Xiao Lan feel a little uncomfortable.

 

Xiao Lan patted Luo on the shoulder, "Don't worry I'm fine, it's the guy who attacked me that's worse."

 

Luo was relieved to have checked that Xiao Lan was really safe and sound.

 

Xiao Lan was quietly relieved to see the black figure that was almost on top of him finally pull away, the sudden blast of beauty was still a little too damaging for people with normal aesthetics.

 

Luo was not about to let the attacker off the hook.

 

Twice in a row, Luo was upset by the fact that Xiao Lan had disappeared from his sight.

 

His face was a little grim, these things should obviously not be able to stop him at all.

 

Although he has no memory of it, Luo has this feeling that he is supposed to be all-powerful.

 

Instead, he is now weak and languishing, unable to protect even the people who matter to him. Xiao Lan is strong and growing up fast, but that doesn't stop Luo from wanting to protect him.

 

It was as if the condescension engraved in his soul made him unable to tolerate the situation before him.

 

Luo said in a quiet voice, "Sir, give me a moment and I will bring him to you."

 

The voice was cold and harsh, with a harsh coldness that could barely be melted and a bitter killing intent that entered the bones.

 

Looking at Luo's eyes, which now have a slightly hard look in them, and the black aura that surrounds him, Xiao Lan feels a subtle sympathy for the attacker.

 

Have a good trip.

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