Testing Each Other Through Words
"You make a good point." Xu Huo didn't argue. He immediately agreed with the man's view.
The player with the lip piercing looked a little surprised, as if he'd been waiting to argue back. Now that Xu Huo had said that, he could only swallow his words, displeased.
"I think this guy's explanation makes more sense, too," another male player said. "Ordinary players wouldn't use such a cruel method to kill someone, unless they were a Red Player. But you all saw it—the body was missing nothing."
"So we've got a pretty good idea of what the Dungeon wants us to do," Chi Minghong said. "The key point is that no one heard a thing last night. Even with an item, it'd be hard to avoid alerting anyone. This Dungeon might involve a ritual, and the Dungeon itself could be restricting the players."
"You mean the person who got the note might have been protected by the Dungeon's power?" Miss Ding disagreed. "That's rare, unless the game has divided everyone into factions."
"It's hard to say the person who got the note isn't on an opposing faction from the rest of us," Xu Huo added.
"We're all High-level Players. It wouldn't be strange if one or two of us had a powerful item," Teacher Fan said thoughtfully. "Still, we'll have to be careful."
Whether it was interference from the Dungeon's power or the killer having an item that could block others' items, either possibility was troublesome. The notes appeared at random. Who knew if the next person to get one would be the same person?
Xu Huo wrapped the dead player in a bedsheet and carried her down to the first-floor hall.
Miss Ding looked at the body with distaste. "Why bring her down here?