Suspicion and Warning, Only Three Remain!

In the room at the end of the corridor, Wang Ao was now facing Lu Ce, who stood on the brink of losing control.

When the door was suddenly kicked open, his splitting headache had instinctively made him want to bare his teeth. But the moment he saw it was Lu Ce, he immediately shrank back and stopped snarling.

But he had already been pinned against the wall, lifted up by Lu Ce with terrifying strength. From the moment those hands grabbed him, Wang Ao had felt as though he never wanted to resist again.

Resistance was futile.

The Gluttony Mask—the more it ate, the hungrier it became; the more it ate, the more it wanted to eat. At the same time, the chaos in one's mind deepened.

Wang Ao looked at the mask before him. For some inexplicable reason, he felt like the person in front of him wanted to swallow him alive!

This was not a metaphor. It was what he genuinely felt!

"Hehe... big bro, calm down. I don't taste good... Ask whatever you want."

The fear of being about to be preyed upon was a profound instinct rooted in one's genes, stirring an unconscious will to survive.

"Haah... haah..." Lu Ce panted for a while before continuing, "I met someone at noon. He left me very dissatisfied."

"I hope you can satisfy me."

Wang Ao was slowly set down. He did not dare say a word, thinking that the person Lu Ce had met at noon seemed to have been him.

But at a time like this, he naturally did not dare argue or remind him. What the hell, wouldn't reminding him be asking for trouble?

A knife spun out from Lu Ce's hand. It was the Sharp Blade. Pointing it at Wang Ao, he said:

"After the questions, let's play a game... hehe."

"Donating sperm at a hospital is legal, so why is it illegal for me to donate directly to someone who wants it in private?"

"People say bananas and radishes can help clear the intestines. In your personal opinion, should they be taken orally or used externally?"

"If an adult novel is entirely about minors, can it still be called an adult novel?"

"You prepared five cups of water, and one hundred million leaders showed up. How do you plan to distribute them?"

Wang Ao: ...

Lu Ce's mouth was like a rapid-fire cannon, spouting nonsense nonstop as though it could ease the chaos in his mind.

But Wang Ao's lips were trembling now. Unable to say anything, he shakily said:

"I don't know who the sickest person here is. Maybe there isn't one..."

"Don't force me..."

: Hiss... Although the Masked Man keeps going crazy, have you guys noticed that Wang Ao's mental state actually seems to be getting more stable?

: He's being forced into it. And what good is stability anyway? Instead of taking the chance to ask questions while he's stable, he came here just to go crazy.

: Honestly, this big shot's stream is exciting to watch, but it doesn't seem to help with the game at all. He doesn't seem to care either. How are they supposed to clear this?

: He could obviously get useful information right away, but he keeps going crazy. Honestly, if you want to see how the game gets cleared, you still have to watch Kolk!

: Seriously, I'm going to watch Kolk first. It looks like he's gone to find Jiu Tian. You still have to watch the two reliable ones.

As time passed, nearly a full day had somehow gone by in the game.

In previous, more normal games, a single day had not been a short amount of time.

But here, they still seemed to have no leads at all. The viewers were beginning to voice some criticism of Lu Ce as well. This supposedly powerful player who had perfectly cleared a game really seemed to have eaten something that messed up his brain, blending right in with the psychiatric patients.

He seemed to have made no contribution at all toward clearing the game—he was even having a negative effect!

At this moment, prompted by some viewers, the audience had noticed that Kolk and Jiu Tian had met.

Jiu Tian was sitting in the ward, looking worriedly at the person before him, who was drooling, shrieking, and making strange noises, when a voice suddenly came from behind him.

"Hello."

The pronunciation was standard Chinese. Jiu Tian instantly jolted and whipped around, only to see a foreign face.

"Oh, Mr. Kolk..." Jiu Tian turned back and said, "You... why did you come to my room?"

"The game rules do not say that two people cannot be in the same room at once." Kolk said arrogantly, his hands in his pockets. "Also, you are from a special department of China, correct?"

Jiu Tian: ...

He hesitated somewhat. Could he tell a foreigner such things? Although Kolk had said he was with the authorities, his background was actually even more significant.

"No need to be nervous. Given your country's powerful organizational capabilities, you must have already established a relevant department. Such matters will certainly become public soon enough."

"I assume you have gathered the most information here. Our backgrounds and our performances in the game should not have escaped your notice."

Jiu Tian nodded and admitted it openly. "Yes, it's for the sake of playing the game better."

"I have a piece of advice for you: don't get too close to psychiatric patients."

"Hm?" Jiu Tian froze. He turned to look back, and it did not seem like this patient could harm him, so he said:

"Thank you for your concern, but I've been very careful and kept a safe distance."

"No matter how they try to tempt me, my psychological resilience is decent. There won't be any problems."

Kolk kept a straight face and said expressionlessly:

"I wasn't talking about them."

Jiu Tian:?

In an instant, he understood. "You mean the Masked Man? What about him?"

"Nothing. There are still many things I haven't figured out. The information we have right now is too limited."

After saying that simply, Kolk turned and left, carrying himself with the arrogance unique to an eagle.

"I'm definitely getting a perfect clear in this game. You're still somewhat useful—save your strength and stay alive."

"Once I figure things out, I might have a use for you."

With that, he shut the door and left.

Jiu Tian's brows furrowed deeply, and he remained unable to calm his racing thoughts for a long while.

: Hahahaha! The moment mental illness was mentioned, Jiu Tian immediately knew who they were talking about.

: Jiu Tian: As if I can't tell who the crazy one is?

: They're already fighting among themselves? Kolk doesn't seem very friendly.

: Makes sense, though. The Masked Man has seemed to be dragging everyone down the whole time.

Amid everyone's discussion, the first day's dinner passed just like that.

The game has ended. All players, please return to your initial rooms to rest.

The moment that familiar voice rang out, a door was flung open. A figure burst out like a diving fish, eyes dull and vacant—it was the only remaining female player.

Her clothes were disheveled, her eyes lifeless, and there were still traces of blood on her face.

After the doors to the initial rooms closed, the four of them looked at one another. Then the female player suddenly ran to a corner, her face turning pale as she vomited violently!

Just as Jiu Tian was about to ask something, the female player directly took out her game coins and exited the game without saying a word.

On the first day, the game's progress appeared to have made no headway at all. Everything remained shrouded in mystery.

And only three players remained!