Midnight Updates Are The Most Fatal

"I can... form a team by myself."

However, before Gu Mian could finish expressing his opinion, Qing Huan interrupted, "Then I'll team up with Doctor Gu."

Gu Mian silently swallowed his words.

Yuwen Hao looked at them, then at Lin Yue'er and Huang Yu who were left. "No one will want to be in a team by themselves, so let's make a team of three."

Lin Yue'er and Huang Yu tacitly agreed.

Yuwen Hao fumbled in his pocket and pulled out a mobile phone, handing it to Gu Mian. "This is a mobile phone I bought on the way here. I have one too. It doesn't have many functions, but a SIM card is already inserted. Your mobile phone has my number saved. Our two teams will be a team to facilitate communication."

It was currently 2002, an era when you didn't need an ID card to get a mobile phone SIM card.

Gu Mian took the mobile phone and put it in his white coat.

Yuwen Hao continued, "We'll meet here again at five o'clock this afternoon... no, at four o'clock. We still need to set aside time to discuss where to live."

Gu Mian didn't think changing houses would stop the ghosts, but since his teammates wanted to do it, he wouldn't object.

After the discussion, the teammates, who looked visibly weak, finally dispersed to act.

The four of them had barely slept last night, and the consequences of staying up late in a Dungeon were the same as staying up late in reality. They were severely sleep-deprived, leading to very low efficiency.

Qing Huan was still yawning as he followed Gu Mian out.

Gu Mian glanced at him. "It's not good for boys to stay up late often. It might lead to kidney deficiency, and in severe cases, infertility."

Qing Huan paused at his words. "Doctor, you seem to know a lot about this."

Gu Mian walked quickly on the asphalt road. "I'm a doctor, of course I know these things."

Qing Huan jogged to catch up. "But Doctor Gu, are you an internist?"

The sun was slowly rising, and the weather seemed good today.

Gu Mian looked up at the sun. "No, I'm a surgeon who can skillfully use hammers, tweezers, knives, electric drills, and chainsaws."

"A surgeon..." Qing Huan paused. "Do surgeons also know so much about the dangers of staying up late?"

In his mind, surgeons had strong hands-on skills and were also good with words, often telling dirty jokes, but no surgeon had ever explained the dangers of staying up late to him.

"I memorized it when I was in school. I memorized the entire book, so of course I remember it clearly."

"Didn't your teachers mark the important points for you?"

"Patients don't get sick according to the marked points."

"..."

During their casual chat, the two finally arrived at Gu Mian's residence.

The house was rented.

It was a very old apartment building with a triangular roof, bearing a sign that read "Hong Sheng Apartment." The building was painted yellow, but near the top, it seemed like they ran out of paint and used a similar pale pink instead, attempting to pass it off.

However, this disguise was not very effective. The pale pink band at the top was very conspicuous. Anyone with vision below 800 degrees could clearly see that this building had more than one color.

The building had three units, each with five floors. Each unit had ten apartments, but now only five households remained in the entire building.

Gu Mian knew which unit the landlord was in because there was a large piece of paper posted at the entrance with a handwritten line.

"Tenants are requested to pay their water and electricity bills on time each month at the west unit on the fifth floor of the third building."

Gu Mian lived in the east unit on the first floor of the first building, which was the furthest from the landlord.

Without dwelling on whether his residence was far or near the landlord's, Gu Mian strode towards the third building, with Qing Huan quickly following.

Perhaps due to not sleeping well last night, Qing Huan was already gasping for breath by the time he reached the fourth floor, drawing Gu Mian's frequent attention.

"Brother," he patted Qing Huan's shoulder. "Why are you so weak?"

Qing Huan looked up at him in surprise. "Doctor, you have great stamina. Carrying such a big guitar, you don't even gasp for breath going up to the fourth floor?"

Of course, Gu Mian was carrying a chainsaw on his back. If his stamina were poor, he wouldn't know where his corpse would be buried right now.

Qing Huan straightened his body and continued climbing. "I haven't exercised much since college. The classrooms are mostly on the first and second floors. I get tired just going from the dormitory building to the school gate to pick up a package. And now there are elevators. I haven't exercised in a long time."

The physical fitness of Earthlings was indeed precarious.

After finally bringing Qing Huan up to the fifth floor, Gu Mian was about to knock on the east door, but before he could even reach out, the door opposite the landlord's was creaked open from the inside.

The two turned to look.

A gap appeared in the door, and half of a woman's face emerged from it.

The woman behind the door stared at them and asked with a somewhat unnatural expression, "You are...?"

Gu Mian looked at her. "I've also rented a place here. I have some questions for the landlord. Who are you?"

But the woman seemed to have no intention of conversing. She simply let out a cold "Oh" and then slammed the door shut.

Qing Huan leaned in mysteriously. "Based on my years of watching supernatural shows, this woman is definitely suspicious!"

So the Chinese literature student spent his days doing this?

Without further delay, Gu Mian knocked on the landlord's door.

A few seconds later, a voice came from inside. A person slowly approached the door and then opened it a crack.

A wrinkled face appeared from behind the door. The landlord was an elderly old woman whose hair was already snow-white. It wasn't the kind of white that was mixed with gray, like murky water, but a thorough white, without a trace of impurity.

She was dressed relatively neatly, wearing a pair of glasses and holding a yellowed newspaper in her hand.

"Little Gu!" Seeing Gu Mian, she warmly opened the door and pulled him inside. "What brings you here?"

The dungeon had assigned everyone an identity, but hadn't specifically told them the details of those identities.

Right now, the landlord knew Gu Mian, but Gu Mian didn't know her, so he could only play along.

He sat on the sofa with a fake smile. "It's like this, I've been feeling like the house I'm staying in hasn't been quite right these past couple of days, so I came to ask you."

"Not right?" The landlord pushed her glasses, which had slid down to the bridge of her nose, down. She seemed surprised. "What's not right?"

Gu Mian looked at her. "There are strange knocking sounds in the middle of the night."

"Strange knocking sounds?" The landlord chewed on these words carefully. At first, her expression was slightly confused, but then she seemed to remember something, and her expression changed drastically.