The Bed Collapsed

The room was far too cramped, leaving neither of them room to fully deploy their strength, and they ended up pinned together against the edge of the bed.

Xi Guici blinked as sweat rolled down from between his brows. His gold-rimmed glasses had long since been knocked aside, and one of the lenses was even cracked.

The black haired red red youth forcefully pinned him onto the bed, and that strand of black hair drifted across his neck, bringing with it a faint, lingering itch. A sharp, fiercely aggressive scent of pine and snow enveloped his entire breath.

Especially that condescending gaze cast down from above, which felt as though he were looking at a dog, made Xi Guici's breathing grow even more rapid.

Having lived for so many years, this was actually the first time Xi Guici felt excitement over a person.

That intense itch, as though carved into his soul, kept stirring and clamoring, demanding that he pull the youth in front of him completely into his embrace.

"Mr. Bo, you're hurting me."

Xi Guici appropriately concealed the covetousness in his eyes. His lingering peach-blossom eyes curved slightly, carrying a non-aggressive, vulnerable gentleness, as if he didn't mind Bo Shuo's unfriendly offense at all.

Yet Bo Shuo didn't buy this act at all. Seeing Xi Guici clearly pretending to be pitiful, the scalpel pressed against his abdomen moved a few inches closer.

Bo Shuo's brows gathered in cold indifference. "Get down."

There was only one bed here.

Bo Shuo had no wish to cram together with Xi Guici, so he had to strike first and drive him down to sleep on the floor.

Yet before Xi Guici could get off, a creaking sound rang out in the air, and immediately the entire frame sank downward.

Dust flew everywhere in the surroundings, followed by a snap.

The bed collapsed.

Bo Shuo: "..."

The two of them maintained this posture, staring speechlessly at one another.

In the end, it was Bo Shuo who withdrew his scalpel, stood up by leaning against the nearby wall, and gazed unspeakably at this bed that had reached the end of its natural life.

Bo Shuo: "Is this bed deliberately trying to frame me? It couldn't break sooner or later, and had to break right at this moment."

007 cracked sunflower seeds with a crunch while still remembering to reply to Bo Shuo, "Practice more if you're trash, don't play if you can't afford to lose."

At this moment, Xi Guici still maintained the submissive appearance he had just worn, except that his gaze slowly lingered on Bo Shuo's scalpel. The silver white blade caught the candlelight, gleaming with a chilling, fierce severity.

He suddenly came out with this unprompted remark: "Were you a doctor before coming to the examination grounds, Mr. Bo?"

This question was utterly devoid of logic.

Anyone with eyes knew this scalpel was a ghost artifact, so how could it possibly have been brought in from reality.

"Idiot." Bo Shuo sneered, having no intention of picking up Xi Guici's thread at all as he spoke with biting harshness, "Are you a dog that has just attained sentience? How are you so good at making small talk?"

Xi Guici, who had been mocked as a dog, didn't show the slightest bit of anger. His eyes curved into smiles, and he even cheerfully agreed with Bo Shuo, "Mr. Bo is right."

Bo Shuo was utterly shocked by his thick skin, and goosebumps were about to break out across his back. "Could this guy be a submissive masochist?"

007 clicked its tongue in wonder. "It feels a lot like it, eh! Host, try slapping him and see."

Bo Shuo's scalp tingled, unable to bring himself to strike, feeling only that his eyes were no longer working properly.

The entire picture of the old man on the subway looking at his phone.

Suddenly, a shrill, heart-rending scream echoed from outside the door.

Bo Shuo had no time to think as he abruptly yanked the room door open and charged toward the place where the commotion came from.

It was the third room right next to his.

This disturbance woke everyone up, and they all rushed out of their room doors, gathering at the doorway of the room emitting the screams.

Bo Shuo violently forced the door lock open with his knife, and just as he prepared to pull down the door handle, his movements paused.

Through the poorly soundproofed door, he heard tiny, chewing-like sounds, accompanied by faint weeping, which was exceptionally eerie.

With just this moment, goosebumps rose all over Bo Shuo's body.

Hindered by the examinees waiting behind him to open the door, his hand resting on the door handle could neither pull nor let go.

007 cheered him on, "Rest assured, there's no jump scare behind it, go ahead and open it."

With this promise, Bo Shuo took a deep breath, his fingers trembling, and with a hardening of his resolve, he pulled the door handle all the way down, then violently shoved the door open.

And then, upon seeing the miserable state inside the room, he froze completely in place.

The examinees at the side gasped sharply at the scene within, even though they had long since prepared themselves mentally.

Blood, there was blood everywhere.

On the bed, a person had their back turned to them, making sparse chewing noises, and then slowly turned his head only upon hearing the sound of the door opening.

His face and body were entirely covered in blood. Crimson shredded meat smeared all around his lips, his teeth opening and closing as the sharp fangs chewed on something.

And below him was the already lifeless corpse of another NPC.

Seeing the arrivals, the tall thin man actually began to cry. His weeping was intermittent, mournful and plaintive, and with a neurotic twist, he gnawed on his own hands—crunch, crunch, he bit his entire palms off by the roots.

"So hungry, I'm so hungry... Do you have food? I'm so hungry!"

Sang Yu at the side saw her pupils suddenly constrict and screamed, "Mr. Bo, watch out!"

Following this warning, the tall thin man ahead, who had already mutated into a monster, dropped to all fours and, gathering strength, charged fiercely toward them.