He still had not figured out the situation, so these people might still be useful.
"My name is..."
Disaster froze slightly.
The name that usually slipped off his tongue would not come out.
Disaster was obviously a title. If he said it, these ordinary people would definitely bombard him with questions. Annoying.
After thinking it over, Disaster said, "My name is Shuo... Yu."
"Shuo? Which 'shuo'?"
Chen Linlin perceptively tugged at Chu He.
Couldn't he see the impatient, ready-to-punch-someone expression on this guy's face?
Chu He laughed. "Anyway, we're trapped here now. We found a note left in the lobby. Only by solving the riddle here can we get out."
These people really did know what was going on. Disaster asked, "What riddle?"
"The fire at Apartment 801. In the end, dozens of people burned to death."
"It says we need to find the culprit who set the fire."
Chen Linlin nodded. "That's what the note says. But never mind how long ago that happened—we don't even know where the culprit went. How are we supposed to find them?"
What if the culprit had fled to another city, or even another country? Wouldn't that mean they could never find them for the rest of their lives?
At the thought of being stuck here forever—no, in a place with Weirds, whether they could even survive was still unknown.
Fang Mu said, "We checked the rooms downstairs, but we didn't find any useful clues."
"What if we can't solve the riddle? I've never been very good at detective work or puzzles." Zhang Yao clutched his head, looking utterly distraught.
Chu He cut in, "What are you afraid of? Since this riddle was left behind, there must be a way to solve it. We just haven't found it yet."
Disaster looked at the