No one has ever been able to fool me

"His chin is gone too," Luo Yi said.

His expression was strange, as if lost in thought.

After a moment, he continued, "Just like the woman who died before."

The Qipao Woman.

Her missing chin hadn't been found at the scene either.

Zhou Taifu seemed to connect this to many terrible things, shuddering violently. He stammered, "It's a ghost. A ghost took their chins!!"

It was obvious.

But saying it out loud made the already eerie atmosphere even more oppressive.

Jiang Cheng stood by the corpse, his brow furrowed in thought.

After surveying the scene, Yu Wen, who had walked over, noticed him and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

Jiang Cheng's shoulders twitched, as if snapping out of a daze.

He looked at the corpse and after a moment said, "Look closely at his eyes."

Long Tao's eyeballs were practically bulging from their sockets.

His pupils were dilated, his eye corners twitched, and fine blood vessels filled his eyes, carrying intense fear.

His gaze was tilted upwards dramatically.

His death was undoubtedly terrifying, but this time, someone noticed something else.

Almost instantly, Yu Wen and Zhen Jianren seemed to realize something. They suddenly looked up at the ceiling.

"Hoo—"

The ceiling was empty.

Where the light should have been, only tangled, messy wires remained.

And faint yellow stains of unknown origin.

Her pupils gradually constricted. Yu Wen adjusted her breathing and slowly looked away.

This scene was familiar.

Yes, just like the first woman who died!

In their final moments, their eyes had been looking upwards.

As if something above, a bizarre existence they couldn't understand or resist, was there.

Less than 24 hours in this world, and only 7 of the 9 people remained.

Two had already died, in ways none of them could comprehend.

The most frightening part was that, even now, they had no clues.

Those strange hoof prints, similar to a goat's, could hardly be called evidence.

On the way back, the atmosphere was oppressively heavy.

Fatty tried to say something several times, but Jiang Cheng stopped him with a look.

Back in the room, the first thing Fatty did after closing the door was rush to Jiang Cheng's side. He said with lingering fear, "Ghosts can kill in broad daylight, it's too terrifying!"

Jiang Cheng sat on the bed and nodded. "It seems the ghost in this mission is different from the one in the last mission; their settings are also different."

Fatty licked his lips, subconsciously glancing at the ceiling. Seeing no anomaly, he continued, "Do you think that ghost came out of the ceiling?"

Jiang Cheng stared in the direction of the door, as if he could see outside through it. "I don't know, but at least the two who died have sounded a warning bell for us."

"The danger might be coming from above."

A few seconds later, Fatty pulled his clothes tighter. Suppressing his fear, he asked, "Then what do we do next?"

"Wait."

Fatty blinked. "Wait for what?"

Turning to look at Fatty, Jiang Cheng's eyes held something the other couldn't understand.

After a long pause, he moved his lips. "Wait for the next person to die."

"What?!"

To Fatty's surprise, Jiang Cheng ignored him and lay down on the prepared floor mat.

He hugged the quilt, pulling it up to his chin, then closed his eyes. "I'm tired. Don't disturb me before 5 o'clock."

Room 406.

Long Tao was dead. Zhang Yinyin had taken his place.

This girl was determined not to return to Room 407.

She didn't ask for a bed, just a place to stay.

She was curled up on a chair in the corner, trembling, whether from fear or cold, she didn't know.

The chair leg scraped against the floor with a "dudududu" sound.

Zhou Taifu completely occupied one bed, his gaze darting around the surroundings.

He seemed particularly tense, especially towards the door and the ceiling.

"Sister," as if terrified, Zhang Yinyin's voice even carried a strange tremor. She looked cautiously at Yu Wen and asked, "Aren't you scared?"

Yu Wen held a camera, reviewing the day's footage.

Hearing Zhang Yinyin, she looked up and replied indifferently, "I am."

"I thought you weren't scared of those things, seeing how calm you are," perhaps influenced by Yu Wen, Zhang Yinyin's emotions gradually stabilized, and slowly, she stopped trembling.

Her eyes held a light, like the hope of rebirth.

Yu Wen looked into Zhang Yinyin's eyes and suddenly smiled, "Little sister, ghosts aren't as scary as you think. While they represent the purest malice, they are predictable, unlike..."

Zhang Yinyin tilted her head, confused, "Unlike what?"

"Unlike some people, who are skilled at disguise and kill without a trace."

As she spoke, Yu Wen's eyes suddenly changed, as if falling from a gentle spring day directly into the biting cold of deep winter.

She stared at Zhang Yinyin's face for a long moment before continuing, "That's why I fear people, even more than ghosts."

Room 405.

The man who called himself Luo Yi threw his baseball cap onto the bed and paced back and forth in the room, appearing restless.

"Stop pacing," Zhen Jianren said, sitting on a chair with his legs propped on the bed, rubbing his temples. "You're making my head spin."

His words seemed to hit a nerve with Luo Yi. He stopped pacing, his expression agitated. "Haven't you noticed? This mission is becoming more and more abnormal. It's only the second day, and ghosts are already appearing and killing in broad daylight?"

"That's true," Zhen Jianren nodded. "It's a problem we can't avoid right now. It's cruel, but it's also reality."

"I don't want to hear you say that!"

Zhen Jianren sighed. "Alright, I know what you want. Once this mission is over, I promise I'll help you with everything."

"You can..." He smiled. "Return to living in the sunlight."

Hearing this, Luo Yi's expression improved slightly. He stopped pacing, turned, and sat opposite Zhen Jianren, taking a breath. "Go on, you're a smart person, you must have figured something out."

Zhen Jianren slowly massaged his neck with two fingers, his eyes narrowed.

Compared to Luo Yi opposite him, he looked like he was on vacation.

"The item is with Yu Wen."

"Yu Wen..." This outcome was within Luo Yi's expectations.

After thinking for a moment, he still asked, "But how can you be sure it's not those two from room 404? They seemed very suspicious to me."

Zhen Jianren took a sip of water and shook his head. "It won't be them. That guy named Hao Shuai is too high-profile. The person actually carrying the item wouldn't be that foolish."

Happy New Year!

--- From your loving Gongzi