Pei Chuan died, just as everyone had expected.
His corpse had been thrust upside down into the ceiling, both calves embedded in the hard concrete overhead, leaving half his body hidden.
His head, congested with blood in death, hung heavily. There were no visible external injuries, as though he had been stuffed up there after suffocating. His body swayed gently, shedding a shower of concrete dust.
Just as he had always been ordinary and obscure, even his death seemed to have nothing remarkable about it.
There was hardly any need to examine the scene or the body. Barely three minutes had passed. Judging by the signs of suffocation, he had probably been deprived of the ability to breathe the moment he entered.
For death by suffocation, that amount of time was only just enough. He had barely put up any resistance.
Bizarre, sinister, terrifying... none of those words really fit the restarted manager mission. The only word lingering in everyone's mind was "despair."
It was not because Pei Chuan's corpse was swaying before their eyes, but because Xu Chan and Hou Guisheng had set a terrible precedent.
Three people had died in succession, and every advance into the next area had come through failure. This had practically become a "pattern." Some were even considering the possibility of an "unsolvable mission."
Whose turn would it be at the next door?
That had become a fatal question of luck, fraught with uncertainty, dread, and despair.
The lucky ones might die a little later. As for the unlucky ones...
Xue Tingtao's face was ashen. Ever since the sudden discovery of a hidden room in Ruru's bedroom, he had kept his fists clenched tight, unable to conceal the unease and apprehension in his eyes.
He had actually carried out several manager missions and experienced