Breaking the Game (4)

The man in dark blue pajamas noticed the man in dark blue pajamas approaching from behind, and Zheng Wuyou consciously moved aside to give him a clearer view.

Miao Laisheng half-crouched his tall frame, his handsome face leaning close to the seal on the door, his gaze unwavering. "It was just put on today, so it hasn't been more than 7 hours. The paper is still relatively soft, and it's easily deformed at this time, with curled edges."

His hand caressed the edge of the seal, his serious expression almost making it seem like he should be wearing white gloves and examining a crime scene.

For a moment, Zheng Wuyou felt like she understood his professionalism...

"They're on every door. Does the seal mean only one door is correct?" Zheng Wuyou hurried back from the two doors at the end, and the riddle made her frown.

"Mm, it should be related to passing the level." Miao Laisheng stood up and walked towards the fourth door, his eyes fixed on the text.

Standing at the entrance of the first room, worried about disturbing the two of them, everyone exchanged glances and finally tactfully entered the first, slightly more spacious room.

At least it wouldn't feel so cramped they couldn't breathe inside.

[Tonight a small boat comes to bid you farewell, life and death henceforth separate east and west]

Zheng Wuyou's gaze fell on the words on the door. This poem was like something a scholar from ancient times would write to his beloved.

But what did it have to do with this place?

"Wen Dian, it's your specialty now!" Zheng Wuyou's eyes were fixed on the door, but she called out to the person inside.

"You're not misunderstanding, it's about the sorrow of bidding farewell between life and death... but what does it have to do with this door?" After hearing her interpretation, Wen Dian, half-asleep, briefly explained the meaning of the poem to her.

But this village, and people so cultured?

To use ancient poetry here?

Zheng Wuyou shook her head, unable to connect the poem and these doors for the moment.

Not even the story...

No...

Separated by life and death...

Zheng Wuyou's eyes lit up, and she faced the staircase, counting the number of doors.

She was currently standing in front of the third door, the one from which the woman had climbed out the window.

She had almost forgotten about that woman!

What riddle needed solving! The answer was right in front of her face!

Zheng Wuyou looked at the seal on the doorknob and tore it off with one swift motion.

With a slap, the door in front of her opened.

Hearing the commotion, everyone poked their heads out from inside and looked in Zheng Wuyou's direction.

Miao Laisheng calmly walked to her side.

The third room did not contain the terrifying scene they had imagined, nor was there anyone's shadow.

Only a yellow wooden table was placed in the center of the room.

On it lay a hairpin, glittering in the afterglow.

A hairpin?

Why was there a hairpin here?

The three of them stood at the doorway, all stunned by the sudden hairpin.

The style of the hairpin was clearly different from Madam Zhao's.

Zheng Wuyou stepped forward, picked up the hairpin with one hand, and examined it carefully, but could find no further clues.

"Is... is this really the right door?" Wen Dian followed behind curiously, looking around the square room, which was empty.

There wasn't even a bed.

"..." Zheng Wuyou took a deep breath, only to face a new challenge after solving one.

Was there really that much time left?

Only a sliver of twilight remained on the distant horizon, and the sky overhead had turned the same color as Miao Laisheng's pajamas.

A strange children's rhyme drifted from afar, beginning to echo in everyone's ears.

Crows took flight from the mountainside, roosters returned to their roosts.

White candles reappeared in piles outside each wooden door.

Zheng Wuyou looked worriedly out the window, her brow furrowed with concern.

"Why don't we just go back to our rooms and get some sleep, and deal with this tomorrow?" Wen Dian looked at the darkening outside world, as if he had forgotten what kind of place this was.

She had thought opening the door would lead to the ending, but now she couldn't make up her mind.

Zheng Wuyou could only nod hesitantly.

But before she could walk back to her room door with the hairpin in hand, she heard a shout from inside her own room.

Then Hu Yu and the others fled from the room in terror, rushing downstairs.

The timid Wansi actually ran at the back, burying her head in Zheng Wuyou's embrace.

"Th-that woman is here again!" Wansi mumbled, her head buried in Zheng Wuyou's waist.

That woman?

Miao Laisheng looked at the composed figure in front of them and let out a helpless dry laugh.

It was obvious that this person had hidden part of the story from everyone.

She's here this early today?

The sun has only just set...

Zheng Wuyou looked towards the doorway, a sense of foreboding in her heart.

Then, she heard screams from downstairs again, Hu Yu and Guo Mu were shrieking.

Afterward, all four people upstairs heard Uncle Cai shouting from downstairs as he moved further away, "Everyone upstairs, hide quickly!"

"Wh-what do you mean?" Wen Dian flinched back half a step. The window without a frame in the hallway sent waves of cold wind at him.

It made him shiver.

But no one noticed that behind them, the seals on the remaining two doors were blown off by the cold wind.

The doors slowly opened...

Zheng Wuyou's eyes were fixed on the doorway of her room. Hide? Where could they hide?

Could they hide in the room where Miao Laisheng was staying?

Thinking of this, Zheng Wuyou turned her head. Through the gap in Wen Dian's body, she saw a person appear in front of the fourth door behind them, someone familiar yet not quite.

It was the wedding officiant from this morning!

Her eyes were tightly shut, and her disheveled hair flowed as she slowly emerged from the fourth room.

Her skin was as white as a zombie in a horror movie. Frightened, she suddenly opened her eyes.

A faint noise began to emanate from the not-so-wide stairwell, and then a person with only half a head began to appear in Zheng Wuyou's field of vision.

This was a pincer attack...

"Go this way!" Miao Laisheng, who had somehow appeared by the third room's doorway, had already climbed out the window and was calling to the three people still on the second floor from the roof of the woodshed, half a meter away.

Damn it!

She left without saying anything!

Zheng Wuyou cursed inwardly.

The woman in Zheng Wuyou's room seemed to sense they were about to leave, rustling as she moved away from the bed towards them.

The person at the stairwell had already stepped onto the stairs, their target clearly set on these people.

Meanwhile, the wedding officiant from the fourth room remained stationary, as if waiting for the right moment.

The woman began to appear in their sight.

Even in the light, the woman's figure was still pitch black.

But where would they go after reaching the roof on the other side?

Were they going to freeze on the roof all night?

Forget it, no time to think about all that now!

Zheng Wuyou had intended for Miao Laisheng to catch Wansi on the other side, thinking Wansi wouldn't dare to jump.

Unexpectedly, Wansi was the first to voluntarily leap towards the roof, separated by a half-meter gap outside the window.

Wen Dian and Zheng Wuyou exchanged a glance and simultaneously climbed onto the window, stepping onto the frame.

Steeling herself, she closed her eyes and leaped across.

Just as she was happily relieved that her feet had landed on solid ground, her foot slipped.

The only sound she heard was that of numerous roof tiles sliding down...

She knew something was wrong!