If someone wearing a mask was killed, the mask would fall onto the person who killed them. The mask was hard to avoid, but that was only true for ordinary people. Players could still dodge it with a little effort. There was nothing scary about a mask that was already right in front of you. The real fear was the ones that appeared out of nowhere.
But the person who'd been fitted with the mask was probably a companion of the people who'd chased after them. They'd only knocked him unconscious and taken him away; they hadn't killed him outright.
"Does wearing one of those masks make it impossible to stay sane?" Liu Jie frowned. "He's a Player, after all."
It was normal for ordinary people to start killing under the influence of a Dungeon. But it had only been a short while—could even Players not escape it?
"Is this a spatial Dungeon or a mental one?"
Nobody present was a Player in the Dungeon, so who could know what was going on inside? For now, they could only wait for official news and hope that other Players would find something out through their Jixin Terminals.
The group sat in the living room and waited. Once the fire over there had gone out, the neighbors from the Villa came to Mr. Wang's place to stay. As it turned out, the family left behind an old man and a child. Though five Players were protecting them, all five were C-class Players, and two of them had just taken their masked companion to a nearby patrol post run by the enforcement team.
The old man and child huddled together, looking terrified.
"We're all here to look out for one another. Don't be afraid." Mr. Wang gave the child a toy, then had