Love Brain

A tall, thin man cursed.

Compared to NPCs, players thought of more.

Candlelight flickered, and everyone had their own thoughts.

Now that there's a clue that the Village Chief's rules are fake, which rule is the fake one?

Before he could figure it out, a tall man couldn't stand the cold in the room. The ice that had been wrapped around him began to melt, soaking his clothes. He shivered from the cold.

"No, this room is too cold. Didn't the Village Chief say he had something to discuss with Aunt Wang next door? I'll go ask her for some charcoal."

The man shouted, walking towards the main door as he spoke. With a click, he opened the door, and a cold wind rushed in.

No one stopped him. The NPCs didn't care, while the examinees treated him as a living pawn to test the rules, staring intently as he walked out of the room.

It was now almost ten o'clock at night, far past the eight o'clock stipulated by the rules.

(Rule One: The village is located in the deep mountains, with various giant beasts. Outsiders should not leave their rooms after 8 PM.)

However, when the man stepped out of the room, there was no anomaly, nor the expected close-range kill.

Was the first rule fake?

Bo Shuo stood in the corner, arms crossed, warily observing every move around him.

Soon, Aunt Wang, carrying charcoal, walked over, one foot sinking deeper than the other.

'Aunt Wang' was wearing a floral padded jacket and was heavily bundled up.

She looked to be around thirty or forty years old, well-maintained, with fair skin, and didn't look like someone from a mountain village.

"Children, why didn't you come to me earlier on such a cold day? What if you caught a cold?"

Aunt Wang said with concern, quickly adding charcoal for them, making the entire room warm.

The red glow from the stove cast a softer light on her face, giving her a kind, maternal aura.

Bo Shuo's attention, however, was on her side. 'Aunt Wang' was called to add firewood; where was the male NPC who had just left?

Had he met with misfortune?

007, less restricted than Bo Shuo, jumped to the door to look and suddenly said, "That man is behind us, and he looks quite miserable right now."

As these words fell.

Thump.

Heavy footsteps echoed on the ground as the tall man, hunched over, slowly approached from outside the door, leaving sticky, wet footprints.

His arms hung down in front of him, his fingers were bruised and black, his face was pale, and there was an even finer bloodstain on his neck.

A tattooed man who was close to the tall man leaned in, frowning with concern. "Hey, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?"

He received no response for a long time.

Suddenly, the tattooed man seemed to see something extremely terrifying. His pupils dilated, and his face instantly turned pale.

"He... he... he!" Dead.

"Shut up."

Before the word "dead" could be uttered, Bo Shuo urgently interrupted. The tattooed man was startled by the sudden reprimand, almost falling to the ground.

He looked up tremblingly and met Bo Shuo's cold, emotionless gaze. It seemed that if he uttered the word 'dead' before speaking, the glinting blade would have already slit his throat.

Bo Shuo wasn't pretending this time; he was genuinely prepared to act.

If the tattooed man didn't stop, he would knock him out cleanly and efficiently.

(Rule Five: Aunt Wang has a gentle personality, but do not mention any words related to death in front of her, to avoid provoking her and causing casualties among those present.)

The rules 007 had transcribed for him kept flashing.

Bo Shuo felt a bit of lingering fear, his palms sweating.

If Aunt Wang suddenly went berserk and became a monster, everyone present would be in mortal danger.

Almost all the examinees were staring intently at the tattooed man. If Bo Shuo hadn't intervened, they would have acted directly as well.

The tattooed man was so frightened that he didn't dare to move.

His materialistic worldview was completely shattered.

(Emotion Points from the tattooed man +99.)

Another NPC, who hadn't understood the situation, stepped forward and patted his shoulder. "Are you okay? I'll help you to rest over there."

The tattooed man was so scared that his soul had almost left his body. The shadow of death loomed over him, and he desperately wanted to confide in someone. But just as he was about to speak, he remembered the young man's warning eyes. After a long pause, he couldn't say anything.

Silence fell around them. The examinees were not very friendly towards the NPCs.

To them, NPCs were just consumables for completing tasks.

They weren't even considered living people, but rather programs, lines of code.

Some examinees had even considered killing all the NPCs at the start, to prevent triggering any death rules that might put them in a pincer attack.

But in the end, they didn't act rashly.

This wasn't their home turf. Even if they wanted to kill an NPC, it wasn't their turn. Several big shots were ahead of them.

Thinking this, some examinees unconsciously turned their gaze toward Bo Shuo.

The young man stood at the very edge, seemingly indifferent to whatever was happening here. Or rather, unless it involved breaking the rules, he planned to stand by and watch anything else.

He was excessively cold.

Only after 'Aunt Wang' left did the atmosphere in the venue begin to liven up.

The examinees who had already noticed the tall man's strangeness exchanged glances, remaining silent.