"The Survivor": Where Was He Sleeping Tonight?

After watching the unknown female player leave, Polina slowly let out a sigh of relief.

She dared not go forward to lock the door, nor dared to lean against any wall. She stood frozen in the center of the room, her wary gaze sweeping over every corner, fearing that the eerie gray-blue Ghostly Shadows would reappear somewhere at any moment.

She was attacked twice in less than half an hour after entering the room.

Polina couldn't help but smile bitterly to herself. Just moments before, she had disdainfully mocked the bearded man, even firmly stating that everyone would fight their own battles and rely on their own abilities.

If a player hadn't happened to walk in just now, she probably would have been forced to use her trump card prematurely.

The problem is that she still doesn't understand why that Ghostly Shadows was targeting her.

They can appear and disappear without any pattern, and they also possess enough power to imprison players.

This Dungeon was far more challenging than she had anticipated.

At this moment, Polina was genuinely considering the collaboration proposal from the bearded man.

On the other side.

When her preferred room was taken, Dana settled for the single room next door.

The room was also filled with a lingering musty smell, damp and cold, and every breath was accompanied by a pungent odor.

She closed the door, intending to examine the place more closely, but after turning around and taking only two steps, she immediately froze in place.

A "person" with slender limbs and a bluish complexion hung upside down from the ceiling in the center of the room, dressed in tattered clothes, with messy, mop-like hair plastered over an obscured face.

As if sensing Dana's astonished gaze, it fell to the ground with a thud, then stiffly and contortedly got up like a puppet with rusty joints, and pounced on Dana on all fours.

Dana's pupils contracted sharply, but fortunately her body reacted faster than her body.

Instinct made her bend backward, narrowly avoiding the attack.

The humanoid creature crashed into the wall, then used its limbs to lunge at her again.

After dodging again with an almost clumsy roll, Dana precisely grabbed the doorknob.

"Bang--"

After leaving the room, she closed the door behind her, the loud noise echoing down the hallway.

She didn't even have time to regain her footing before she hurriedly took dozens of steps back.

But apart from the first impact, the room fell silent, as if everything that had just happened was an illusion.

Dana breathed softly, not daring to let her guard down for a moment, her eyes fixed on the thin wooden door.

In just a few seconds, she had a brush with death.

Almost simultaneously, Polina appeared at the door of the next room, holding a dagger.

"Looks like you're in trouble too." Her voice remained cold, but carried a subtle tension.

Dana took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, pointed to the door, and said with a wry smile, "Looks like my luck... isn't so good either."

The two exchanged a glance, and although they didn't say anything explicitly, they both understood each other's meaning.

"I'm thinking of changing rooms, what about you?" Dana said softly.

Polina didn't say much, "Together?"

"Good."

Suddenly a beam of light shone down on them from the Second Floor, along with that familiar voice.

"Come to my place, I have plenty of private rooms here."

The two looked over and saw the bearded man waving his flashlight.

--

In the monitoring room.

"What's going on? What are these people doing?"

"The security camera footage clearly didn't capture anything, so why are they acting like they've seen a ghost?"

"To be honest, I'm a little scared. Could there really be ghosts?"

The staff whispered amongst themselves, completely baffled by the players' strange behavior.

"..." Xu Xi stared at the two split screens that had been deliberately enlarged, and for a moment felt that she was in a bit of a predicament.

From his perspective, everything was as usual.

The woman in the leather jacket stood frozen in place, the only one in her room. The short-haired woman's room was also empty, with only her hastily retreating figure visible.

Both of them seemed to be fighting against something unseen.

What exactly happened to them?

Xu Xi sighed silently.

He's safe for now, but he can't possibly capture what the other players are seeing through the surveillance footage alone.

He had no idea what form it took or what threat it posed.

Should we Rollback to a previous save and try participating in the competition?

Xu Xi pondered for a while and decided to let things continue to develop as they came.

He still doesn't know how he'll die.

He really wanted to know what dangers might be involved in withdrawing from the competition.

Xu Xi turned her head and glanced at the disheveled man beside her, whose brows were tightly furrowed.

The other party was clearly frustrated by this situation that was out of their control.

"Director, maybe... we shouldn't film anymore. This place feels kind of eerie," an employee said cautiously.

Upon hearing this, the others immediately fell silent, making the employee's next words exceptionally clear in the quiet monitoring room.

"The contestants don't seem to be acting, and... we can't get any footage, which is very abnormal."

Upon hearing this, several staff members nodded subconsciously, glancing nervously at the disheveled man.

"Not recording?" The slovenly man whirled around, glaring at the speaker, his voice laced with suppressed frustration. "The contract's signed, the sponsor's money's received, and you think you can just say you won't record?"

"Besides... that makes it more interesting. What are we here for? Isn't it just for the topics and traffic?"

"What if something goes wrong?" someone asked in a low voice.

"Nothing happened, right?" The slovenly man waved his hand dismissively. "Keep filming! I have a feeling our show will be a hit!"

"Have the medical team on standby," the disheveled man added finally.

Xu Xi remained quietly observing from the sidelines throughout, without uttering a word.

Upon hearing the slovenly man's last words, he couldn't help but lower his eyelids and silently complain in his heart.

The medical team? Are they responsible for treatment or for the deceased's body being prepared for burial?

However, even if a player does die, he guesses the other party won't stop recording the show.

Although the other party had said they didn't want anyone to die.

So far, it seems that only the woman in the leather jacket and the woman with short hair have encountered strange things; everyone else seems to be behaving normally.

Hmm... and that guy with the bushy beard, his expression in the middle seems a bit off too.

So, after witnessing certain "things," did those three decide to join forces?

The woman in the leather jacket had been remarkably resolute in refusing to cooperate when they were on the ship.

The fact that he could change his mind so quickly suggests that the "thing" he can't see is quite troublesome.

In dozens of surveillance videos, most players were already preparing to rest, wanting to recharge for the challenges of the next day.

"It's getting late. Karen and Russell are on duty tonight. The rest of you should go and get some rest." The slovenly man waved his hand.

Xu Xi's thoughts were interrupted. He looked left and right and noticed a problem.

Where will he sleep tonight?