Number One Dead Person

Chapter 5: Number One Dead Person

Self-introductions are important.

They determine the first impression others have of you.

So Wu Xian decided to make everyone's first impression of him a bad one.

"Ahem, ahem... I'm Wu Xian. I've come to Fu Yuan to seek medical treatment. My health isn't great, so I'll need everyone's help."

Wu Xian didn't know much about Fu Di, nor did he fully believe Qi Zhiyong's words. Therefore, he decided to hide his true abilities for now.

The people standing next to Wu Xian took a step back upon hearing this. Only Yue Mei, the nurse, looked at him with concern.

Wu Xian frowned and asked, "Why me?"

Although Wen Chao was old and frail, he was calm and knowledgeable. Such old fellows could always be useful in unexpected ways.

Wu Xian licked his lips. This wasn't a statue, but a living person encased in cement!

He tentatively asked, "Can you speak?"

Wu Xian searched the room briefly and picked up a pink-cased mobile phone from the floor. He held it up to the sunlight, and following the greasy smudges left on it, easily bypassed the gesture lock.

Wu Xian walked over and poked it with a piece of wood splinter.

"This ID, 'Overbearing Little Puppy,' is her boyfriend? Twenty-five transfers in seven days. Tsk, stupid. This is clearly a scumbag playing mind games with you, girl."

"Lu Yuzhu, 26 years old, only two years into her career. The prime of her life."

Obtaining exclusive, firsthand information might be helpful for his survival in Fu Di.

Either the method of entering Fu Di was different, or the restrictions imposed were different.

Wu Xian's face flushed slightly. "My kidneys aren't great."

Qi Zhiyong immediately shut his mouth.

Qi Zhiyong led Wu Xian to the door of 405.

Qi Zhiyong nodded in satisfaction and stood back, waiting for Wu Xian's investigation results.

Who told you to try and play the pig to eat the tiger?

You overplayed your hand!

Thinking of Wu Xian, Qi Zhiyong frowned.

After waiting a short while, Qi Zhiyong grew impatient.

As for Wu Xian...

Yue Mei shook her head sympathetically. She couldn't help with this.

Thus.

"Wait, don't go yet."

"Daytime is a relatively safe period. We need to use this time to gather intelligence, weapons, and food and drinking water."

"Since everyone is still alive, it means the evil spirits can't break down doors at will. But the resident of 405 was killed after a forced entry last night. For everyone's safety, I need you to enter 405 and tell me why he was the one who died last night."

Qi Zhiyong had been observing everyone during the survivors' self-introductions.

However, regardless of the possibility, this phone now belonged to Wu Xian. This item could prove very useful.

But her movements remained.

Wu Xian sighed.

How long was this kid going to dawdle at the door?

Just as he had this thought, he saw Wu Xian pick up several large wood splinters from the ground and place them on the door. Then, he reached around the door and pushed hard.

Could it be that his acting was too poor, and his identity as a detective was exposed?

And beneath the footprints, a woman's palm print, formed by a muddy watermark!

Qi Zhiyong immediately scanned the other doors. Most were clean, except for Fang Zhi's Room 407, which also had an identical female palm print on the door.

"If you can understand me, don't blink."

To his surprise, Wu Xian didn't enter directly. Instead, he squatted in front of the door, pinching his chin and examining it.

Shi Ji looked honest and sturdy. He would be a good helper.

He immediately realized that this palm print was some kind of mark.

"But if you want to come back alive, there are a few things to keep in mind. First, hurry back after midnight. Don't wait until dark. Second, don't approach any god statues rashly. Danger usually lurks around them. Lastly, don't go into overly dark spaces."

As for why she was still alive in this state, it could only be attributed to the evil spirits' miraculous abilities. The figure on the billboard opposite, its stomach was empty, and it could still stick out its tongue.

"I have something I need you to do."

"That's the situation. Everyone can disperse now."

Everyone immediately scattered. Some returned to their rooms, others went out immediately. They wouldn't believe Qi Zhiyong's empty words; they had to see the blessed land for themselves to know if he was telling the truth.

"I've made over a dozen calls outside. It seems she desperately needs someone to help her bear her panic."

Her tears, her blinking, were merely instinctive biological reactions. She no longer had self-awareness, equivalent to brain death.

Through the messages on her phone, Lu Yuzhu's image gradually became clearer in Wu Xian's mind. He could roughly guess how a woman like her would react upon suddenly arriving in the blessed land.

Without Qi Zhiyong watching, Wu Xian relaxed considerably.

In Qi Zhiyong's mind, he ranked the eight people, excluding himself, in order of their usefulness.

A giant footprint!

Either it was something managing the blessed land, or it just wanted to watch people suffer.

Regardless of how the tenant of room 405 died, anyone who entered room 405 to investigate risked the same fate as him. Qi Zhiyong simply felt he was the most useless, so he assigned this dangerous investigation to him.

He Qiong's attitude was extremely arrogant. Clearly, like him, he was also a 'favored one' and not someone to be provoked. Even the pair of sisters following him were best avoided.

Qi Zhiyong called out to Wu Xian.

"Are you feeling unwell? Is there anything I can help you with?"

It wasn't surprising that everyone believed his words so readily. Wu Xian's appearance was just too sickly.

Qi Zhiyong waved his hand impatiently. "Don't ask so many questions. Someone has to investigate. Didn't you just agree to follow my orders?"

Wu Xian chuckled self-deprecatingly.

But Wu Xian didn't refuse, because this was something he himself wanted to investigate.

The broken hole on the door was pushed shut by Wu Xian, leaving a clear mark on the wooden door.

Fang Zhi was young and highly educated; he should have been a useful talent. But he always had a look of defiance on his face, already on the path to death. Such a person was suitable to be tricked into being cannon fodder.

His pale skin and heavy dark circles made him look like he had severe kidney deficiency even when not pretending to be sick, let alone the gum bleeding from brushing his teeth too vigorously that morning...

The layout of this room was identical to his own room, 406. There were no special decorations, but one item was extremely visually striking.

The remaining five people should just be ordinary people caught in the blessed land.

However, what left Wu Xian somewhat speechless was, why could her phone be brought into the blessed land, while his own phone had turned into origami?

The statue suddenly opened its eyes and blinked frantically at Wu Xian, tears streaming down, dyeing the surrounding cement a dark color.

On the inner side of the room, next to the bed, a naked woman knelt on the ground, chest puffed out, arms spread wide, head tilted back in a 'flying' pose. Her arms were sculpted to resemble wings, appearing lifelike and exquisitely crafted.

It was a cement statue.

Although a little displeased.

This was a strange person. Despite being in danger, he didn't seem very nervous. He looked sickly, yet he provoked me the moment we met... He's simply worthless trash.

Wu Xian had been looking forward to exploring for a while. With a smile on his lips, he started to head down.

She had responded to Yu Yinghua last night, and possibly even opened the door for her!

Yue Mei understood some medical knowledge, but her emotions were unstable. She might mess things up at a critical moment, so she couldn't be entrusted with important tasks.

For someone like Wu Xian, who had strong initiative, even the steel wires in his clothes were removed. But for a panicked ordinary woman like Lu Yuzhu, even a useful item like a phone could be brought in.

Seeing his expression, Wu Xian suddenly understood.

The statue continued to blink frantically. Wu Xian parted her lips and discovered her mouth was stuffed with cement.

Fang Zhi was already targeted by the evil spirit! The person who dies tonight will be him!

After checking the room door, Wu Xian entered the room. Qi Zhiyong hesitated, then did not follow. His own value was much higher than Wu Xian's, so he couldn't take unnecessary risks.