[Cruise Ship Carnival] Luring Her into a Death Trap

Looking toward the sound, he saw the seats at the back slowly rotate, revealing a corridor beyond them!

Manager Su, who had appeared at yesterday's banquet, slowly emerged from it. Her eyes were full of smiles, but when she saw Si Yehan, her expression abruptly froze, giving way to a trace of caution.

In a steady voice, she said, "Yan Jingxing, why did you invite yesterday's honored guest here?"

Yan Jingxing's voice was cold and tinged with condescension. "Su Qiuyue, you don't need to concern yourself with my affairs. I just have a deal to make. Are you going to watch the show again?"

Su Qiuyue gave Yan Jingxing a cold look, clearly unwilling to pay him any further attention. "Fine. I'll leave you two to your chat."

Su Qiuyue went out, and after she left, another set of footsteps sounded from the corridor. Two figures emerged side by side: the obese old man who had been seated there earlier and the old woman whose skin was covered in spots.

When the two saw Si Yehan, they showed neither surprise nor delight. Perfectly calm, they slowly took their seats.

Once Yan Jingxing saw the two old creatures seated there, he immediately said to Si Yehan, "I'll remember what you said."

His meaning was abundantly clear. Si Yehan understood, but he was in no hurry to leave. He looked over the other three people. This was a godsend of an opportunity: three of the four were gathered in this room, and none of them posed much of a threat.

But Su Qiuyue had just left, and he still needed Yan Jingxing for something tonight, so there was no need to rush. In any case, these people were bound to die before the instance ended.

He was also fully confident he could survive the ghost, so there was no need to ruin the whole plan for a momentary impulse to kill.

The atmosphere in the room had grown serious.

Si Yehan promptly left, without lingering any longer.

The obese old man wore a kindly smile, but his eyes grew slightly colder as he watched Si Yehan's departing figure.

The old woman grinned, her yellowed teeth making her look creepy. "This sacrifice has a lot of baleful aura about him. Watching him get tortured and killed by the ghost should be very interesting."

Yan Jingxing frowned as he looked at the two old things with one foot in the grave. A trace of disgust crossed his face, but their fates were now somewhat intertwined, so naturally he couldn't fall out with them.

Meanwhile, on his way back to his room, Si Yehan happened to run into Chen Zhongshou and his group. Chen Zhongshou's face was glowing, and he seemed extremely happy.

The other three were also somewhat cheerful, and they greeted Si Yehan rather warmly when they saw him.

Si Yehan, however, had no desire to engage with them. He gave a slight nod and returned to his room. Rather than deal with this bunch of stupid pigs, he would rather go back and watch those somewhat boring horror movies.

The daytime hours flew by as Si Yehan passed the time. He made do with a little food and spent nearly the whole day in his room watching horror movies. The plots were better than nothing, though there were also some excellent films among them.

Only when the sun had set outside and strands of darkness had risen from the horizon to shroud the sea did Si Yehan turn off the television.

A clear voice sounded outside the door. "Sir, tonight's party starts at seven. You may begin getting ready. If you haven't eaten yet, you can eat at the party later, or go to the restaurant now."

The announcement sounded only once before quickly moving on to the other cabins.

Si Yehan rose from the sofa, stretched his limbs a little, and walked to the window. The sea breeze reached into the room, whipping his long black coat and making it snap in the wind.

He gazed out at the sea. Endless shadows seemed to follow beneath the ship, and dark clouds churned in the sky, as though rain was on its way.

Rainwater flowed into the sea. For some reason, it reminded Si Yehan of his experience on a rainy day in the last instance. He wondered whether the same would happen in this instance.

Si Yehan watched for a moment, then turned and left the room. He didn't make a point of turning off the light.

A glint of cold light flashed halfway out of his sleeve, then vanished as though it had never appeared.

When he reached the entertainment hall, Si Yehan casually found an empty seat and sat down. Attendants were moving around handing out food.

Si Yehan took a portion and ate a little. He had already decided what to do: when Cheng Zhuiyu arrived, he would find an opportunity to call her out, using questions about her last instance as a pretext. Then he would suggest they talk over food and lure her into the mirror corridor at the entrance to the restaurant.

It had to be after eight, because the restaurant would be closed by then. Otherwise, Cheng Zhuiyu could simply run inside.

After eating, Si Yehan closed his eyes to rest in his seat. He didn't fall asleep and could still hear the din coming from every direction.

The seat was somewhat elevated, making it easier to find someone when the time came.

His thoughts flowed like a river, and time passed as they wandered. An exceptionally loud shout made Si Yehan open his eyes, rousing him from his rest. "It's eight o'clock! The party starts now!"

Music drifted through the air. The surrounding voices mingled in an uproar, and, stirred by the music, all manner of hormones surged through the crowd, sending their spirits soaring.

Si Yehan observed the scene before him impassively, searching the vast crowd for Cheng Zhuiyu. Her obese, bulky figure stood out all the more on a cruise ship full of handsome men and beautiful women.

Before long, Si Yehan spotted her. She wasn't standing with Chen Zhongshou and the others. Instead, she was taking big bites of a hamburger and drinking an iced beverage.

To stay true to her original intent and gorge herself even in a place like this, she really didn't have a care in the world.

Si Yehan got up and walked into the crowd. He approached Cheng Zhuiyu step by step, and she didn't notice a thing, even when he appeared behind her. If he wanted, he could send her to her death right now.

Si Yehan spoke calmly. "You look like you have some free time. I have a few things to ask you. Come out with me."

The instant Cheng Zhuiyu heard Si Yehan's voice, the excess flesh all over her body tensed. She stuffed the remaining small portion of her hamburger into her mouth and answered indistinctly, "Sure, I'm free now."

She hurried after Si Yehan out of the entertainment hall. Their conversation during the day had left her completely off guard.

Before long, she swallowed the hamburger in her mouth, and her voice came out clearly again. "Mr. Si, what did you want to ask?"

In an indifferent tone, Si Yehan casually came up with a few questions. "What did you all discuss during the day? And what did you experience in your last instance? You can tell me about the ghost in that instance. There's no rush to tell me now. We can go to the restaurant and talk while we eat."

Completely unguarded, Cheng Zhuiyu followed Si Yehan as he pushed open the second-floor doors and went inside. "Sure."

It was pitch-dark all around. The moment Cheng Zhuiyu saw the mirrors lining both sides of the corridor, her heart leaped into her throat. She hurriedly looked to the side. Si Yehan was still there.

But when they reached the middle of the mirror corridor, Cheng Zhuiyu spoke uneasily. "There aren't even any lights in the corridor. This restaurant is kind of creepy."

She turned her head, only to discover in astonishment that nothing remained around her but darkness and the glimmer of light reflected in the mirrors. Her own somewhat frightening appearance in the mirror came into view.

The excess flesh on Cheng Zhuiyu's face twisted into a knot as she shouted fiercely, "Si Yehan! Where are you?"

In the darkness behind her, Si Yehan kept his eyes away from the mirrors. Estimating the time, he quickly walked out of the mirror corridor and locked the door from the outside.

He wondered whether the ghost would come out to kill when its killing rule had been triggered but it wasn't yet curfew.

If it didn't, he would have to do it himself and torture Cheng Zhuiyu to death.

He had heard her roar just now, too. It was especially funny.