"That NPC called '47' has a problem." In the silence, Jiang Jue suddenly spoke, making Zhang Yiyu flinch.
The fourth floor of the school lacked lighting. The long, narrow corridor stretched infinitely in both directions, with no end visible, reminiscent of a deep, shadowy burial passage.
The gray concrete walls were mottled with suspicious water stains, cramped like sealed coffins. Every few steps, an iron door resembling a tombstone was set into the wall.
Led by Jiang Jue, the seven-person team—composed of Listen Wind and Nine Provinces members, along with three independent players—moved carefully through the corridor, slowly testing the iron doors embedded in the walls.
After discovering that the doors could be opened, Jiang Jue decisively split the seven-person team into three groups to search the rooms separately.
At that moment, Jiang Jue and Zhang Yiyu were paired together. They entered what appeared to be a classroom at the far left end of the corridor and began searching inch by inch from the edges.
Zhang Yiyu asked a question she already knew the answer to. "Isn't 47 an NPC that provides clues? What could possibly be wrong with him?"
She had certainly noticed Qi Si's unusual nature, but she had no desire to explain her ability to Jiang Jue.
She was not only afraid of revealing her trump card, but also worried that she would fail to explain it clearly and arouse suspicion instead.
"Don't you think he's too intelligent?" Jiang Jue took out a burlap sack from his inventory and poured out a pile of small items: flashlights, searchlights, stun batons, and the like.
He took out two flashlights, keeping one and tossing the other to Zhang Yiyu. Then he reached into the bottom of the sack, felt around, pulled out a pack of cigarettes, took one, and