Gu Suian opened the door as well, and Wen Feiran clung to the door frame, only daring to stick her head out.
The other doors opened as well, the screams ceased, but heavy footsteps echoed from the end of the corridor. Meng Jingxiu, his clothes disheveled and his hair a complete mess, stumbled and ran towards them, as if a monster was chasing him. His body involuntarily leaned forward, lost his balance, and fell to the ground, but he dared not stop, crawling forward on all fours.
Three seconds later, Meng Zizheng appeared in front of them. He looked much better than Meng Jingxiu. Although his expression showed fear, it was mostly blank. He probably didn't see anything and was just affected by Meng Jingxiu's emotions.
Song Lindi, standing at the very front, was nearly knocked over by Meng Jingxiu. He barely managed to steady himself by holding onto the wall, and looked at Gu Suian.
Everyone else's attention was on Meng Jingxiu, and they hurriedly helped him up. Meng Jingxiu was breathing heavily, his gaze shifting between the group of people before he finally regained his composure and collapsed to the ground, completely exhausted.
"What happened?"
Why do you want to go out?
Where did you go?
Did you see something?
Upon hearing these questions, Meng Jingxiu remained silent for a few seconds before standing up and pretending nothing had happened. "It's getting late, I want to go back and rest."
Zou Yuxing was full of questions, staring blankly at Meng Zizheng, "What's wrong with him?"
Meng Zizheng wanted to answer, but Meng Jingxiu turned around and glared at him. Meng Zizheng pursed his lips, could only smile at them awkwardly, and then lowered his head and went back to his room.
The others exchanged bewildered glances, unable to understand the two's thoughts. Song Lindi, however, focused her attention on Wen Feiran and Gu Suian, her voice sharpening, "How come you two are together?"
Wen Feiran paused for a second before realizing he was being asked, "I'm here to deliver the milk."
As if reminded, he recounted the strange events that had occurred in the room without reservation.
Zou Yuxing was particularly interested in this kind of thing and enthusiastically participated in the discussion, but the current clues were limited and there was no way to explain it, so the matter was left unresolved.
This night was destined to be anything but peaceful, but they were too exhausted. After saying goodbye to each other, they returned to their room.
After closing the Zou Yuxing threw the woodpecker he had casually placed on the table into the trash can.
He snorted, a smug look on his face. "I'm so smart, I won't make a sound once I break it off."
Viewers in the live stream. "..."
[Wow, you're so smart! doge emoji]
[Please don't invite us to these kinds of brain-teasing variety shows anymore, crying emoji]
[The woodpeckers in all the rooms chirped simultaneously. Meng Jingxiu and Meng Zizheng were too impatient; they didn't even bother to observe before acting. They were exposed so early, they can't blame anyone else for it.]
Why don't they release this information? Although their identities are unknown, they are comrades from the same faction.
[I suspect everyone's a villain, so it's understandable that they don't share information.]
[But that Wooden Man is terrifying; I'm afraid they'll be haunted again tomorrow, lol]
[He can only pray for good luck; I bet the first unlucky one to be sacrificed is Zou Yuxing.]
[Zou Yuxing this was just a cosplay game. The woodpecker broke, and he didn't even know his mission or identity. How was he supposed to continue playing?]
[The only way to save your life is to grab onto Wen Feiran's leg, and hold on tight!]
Back in his room, Wen Feiran curled up in the soft blankets. He was exhausted, and as soon as his head hit the pillow, he drifted off to sleep. But his nerves were on edge, and his mind was filled with all sorts of random thoughts. He kept waking up and falling asleep, almost to the point of nervous exhaustion.
As the night deepened, Wen Feiran almost blurred the lines between reality and dream, hearing a faint argument.
He stared sleepily at the ceiling, unable to resist listening intently to the argument.
Why are there girls here? All seven of them are men!
As her thoughts slowly returned, Wen Feiran stared at the ceiling for a second, then slowly curled up into a ball, wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, and looked in horror at the wall next to her.
Their rooms were arranged vertically side by side, but the horizontal arrangement was unclear; who knows what might be in the room next door?
... It might literally mean "who knows."
Danger was still at hand, Wen Feiran didn't know what to do. She could only gasp and grit her teeth to endure it.
The arguing across the street rose and fell in intensity, interspersed with teeth-grinding scraping sounds.
You're the one who killed me!
The voice suddenly rose in pitch, a shrill and tragic female voice, followed by a sound like liquid gushing out. Wen Feiran automatically imagined bright red fingernails digging into flesh.
!!!
He was startled, but his gossipy instincts were too strong, and his ears perked up.
It tastes like melon.
The argument continued, but he couldn't hear anything while sitting on the bed. Wen Feiran scratched his head in frustration.
This might contain crucial information, and ignoring it would be a waste. However, in horror movies, those who are too curious and act recklessly are often the first to die.
Wen Feiran chose to eavesdrop in fear rather than cower in bed.
He wrapped himself in a small blanket and moved over inch by inch, his eyes filled with fear, his face pale, but his ears were perked up, and his expression was extremely serious.
Many viewers in the live stream had stayed up all night and were initially terrified by the scary atmosphere, but they all fell silent upon seeing Wen Feiran's actions.
[Terrifying! This man even preys on ghosts!]
[From another perspective, there are no useless people around him; even ghosts need gossip.]
[Haha, look at Wen Feiran's expression! I think he's about to have a mental breakdown.]