The "Survivors" Are in a Bit of Trouble...
At this moment, comments from various countries are mixed together.
The Beautiful Country arrogantly commented on the other players, Russia proudly praised its own players, the Grease Country continued to diligently cheer for their players, and the Kimchi Country skillfully took sides from time to time and accurately turned its criticism towards Huaguo.
The United States is paying close attention to Xu Xi's unique style, the Hans Country is analyzing and criticizing him, the Romance Country is proclaiming that everything is art and philosophy, and the remaining countries are quietly watching from the sidelines, occasionally popping up to stir up trouble.
Amidst the chaos, the comments from Huaguo stood out as refreshingly unique.
Faced with questions from viewers in other countries, they firmly believed that Xu Xi's withdrawal from the competition must have a deeper meaning, and even if something unexpected happened, it must have been within the other party's plan.
[Stupid foreigner, don't you know what it means to retreat in order to advance? (IP Huaguo)]
[Although, to them, we seem to be foreigners too (IP Huaguo)]
[Look closely! Xu Xi didn't even flinch when he noticed the different perspective; this was definitely under his control (IP Huaguo)]
[Xu Xi: Thanks for the invitation. I'm in the monitoring room, just waiting for a cup of tea (IP Huaguo)]
[This can be titled "The Whole Audience Was Trying to Survive While I Was Watching the Show from the VIP Seat" (IP Huaguo)]
Thanks to the unique style of Huaguo bullet comments, netizens from other countries have reached the peak of their curiosity about this highly respected Huaguo player.
They acknowledged that this person's speedrun of the Dungeon was impressive, but they didn't think it warranted such blind praise.
Therefore, among the eleven players, Xu Xi unsurprisingly became the focus.
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Winniever was comparing the Camp map he had been given by the Production Team with the structure of the passageways.
A short while later, a crisp cracking sound came from not far away.
He immediately stopped in his tracks, his whole body tense and on guard.
That sound... seemed to be coming from the woman in the leather jacket's direction.
Shortly after he left, the other party was attacked?
Winniever considered whether to go and check on the situation, but after a moment's thought, he decided to give up.
Intelligence can be gathered later; you only have one life.
Meanwhile, in several other places.
Among the crowd of people with fair and yellow skin, Saha from the White Elephant Country stood out conspicuously with his dark complexion. However, in the dark and gloomy Camp, his skin color actually became an advantage.
The first thing Saha did after entering was to choose a room.
Although I know there's no such thing as an absolutely safe room, every little bit of risk is a good thing.
He carefully selected a single room that looked inconspicuous but was actually not far from the escape route. After entering the room, he immediately turned on his flashlight and carefully checked every corner.
Cracked corners, a ceiling covered in cobwebs, walls with patches of dark and light color as if repeatedly soaked in some liquid...
The beam of the flashlight slowly swept across every corner of the room.
The beam of light swept under the bed, but Saha, who had already walked to the window to check, did not notice what was behind him.
From beneath the thick layer of dust, a hand, bluish-gray with twisted fingers, suddenly emerged from under the bed.
"Hmm?" Saha turned around quickly, his sharp gaze sweeping across the room, but everything seemed normal.
He couldn't help but frown.
Just a moment ago, he seemed to have sensed something.
At that moment, the faint sound of other players' cautious footsteps could be heard in the corridor outside, and even the slight rustling of something being moved could be heard from a certain room.
Saha curled his lip.
Don't these people know that the bigger the commotion, the faster they'll die?
He didn't need to rush to explore; all he had to do was wait, wait for others to make mistakes first, wait for danger to be triggered first, and wait for the "rules" of this Camp to be revealed in others first.
*
The woman in the leather jacket, Polina, also began looking for a room to stay in after leaving the photo wall.
She chose a single room on the first floor, in the middle, a location that allowed her to observe the activity in the corridor and facilitate evacuation in case of danger.
After checking the room, she was about to rest for a while when she caught a glimpse of a figure appear beside her out of the corner of her eye.
Its bluish skin clung damply to its bones, exuding a smell that was a mixture of watery odor and earthy stench.
It sat there quietly, no more than an arm's length away from her, its empty eye sockets drooping, staring straight at her.
Almost instantly, Polina reached for the dagger at her waist.
But it moved faster than she did.
Her wrist, which was holding the knife, was tightly entangled by wet, sticky, withered claws, and no matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't budge.
Polina saw that the other person had opened their mouth, and upon closer inspection, it seemed that there was no tongue inside.
As the thing leaned closer to her, Polina's pupils contracted sharply. Without hesitation, she changed her palm into a fist with her other hand. This was a pure killing technique. Even when facing a non-human creature, her fighting instincts drove her to attack its vitals.
At this critical moment...
"Creak--" The door was suddenly pushed open.
The sudden sound was like some kind of interference, and Polina felt the binding force on her arms suddenly loosen.
With her wrists freed, she immediately stood up and drew her dagger.
However, the blue Ghostly Shadows vanished into thin air a second before she swung her arm.
"Excuse me, I didn't expect this room to already be..." The person's words trailed off when they saw Polina's standard fighting stance and her wary, searching gaze.
Polina looked over sharply.
Standing at the door was a woman with short hair and a slightly artistic air about her.
Her face displayed just the right amount of apology and surprise.
Dana's gaze swept quickly across the room, her brow twitching almost imperceptibly.
She didn't notice anything unusual.
"Looks like I'm late. I'll stay in the room next door then." She then gave a reassuring smile. "Are you alright? It seems... you've run into some trouble?"
Polina remained vigilant, the dagger still held in front of her, her grey-blue eyes narrowing slightly.
Seeing that the other party had no intention of responding, Dana readily put away her smile.
"Okay, then I won't bother you anymore."
Before turning to leave, her gaze seemed to casually sweep over the room again—the furnishings were as usual, nothing seemed amiss.
Dana only chose this room because of its good location; it wasn't at the end of the corridor or directly opposite the stairwell.
At first, I felt a little regretful that someone else had beaten me to it, but now it seems that missing out might actually be a kind of luck.
Unbeknownst to her, Winniever was watching her intently from the shadows on the Second Floor.
More accurately, she was staring at the eerie, bluish-gray Ghostly Shadows that followed closely behind her like a shadow.
Winniever instinctively touched the special pistol hidden in his sleeve; the cool metallic feel gave him a sense of security.
He watched as the short-haired woman, oblivious to everything, strode lightly into the next room.
"This is getting bad..."