In a small room on the school's second floor, the Players crammed into a space of less than thirty square meters and wrote furiously.
Jiang Jue somehow produced a flashlight and wedged it into a hole in the ceiling, using it as barely adequate lighting.
The thirteen men and three women did not fuss over it. Each took a small stack of fur sheets covered in incomprehensible symbols and diligently copied them down.
By 11:20, every symbol that looked like writing had been copied. Still uneasy, several people picked up materials already copied by other Players and made another copy on their own paper as backup.
Jiang Jue looked around, feeling as though something was missing, yet unable to recall what it was.
A player asked at just the right moment, "How are we supposed to know what these words mean? Do we need to ask Ms. Medina?"
"Ask Ms. Medina, and it won't help. If she could read these characters, she would've figured out how to make medicine herself after coming down with 'insomnia.'" Jiang Jue narrowed his eyes and put another cigarette between his lips. "As for how to identify these words, I do have a few guesses... Let's take a look at the fourth floor. Maybe we'll figure something out once we see it."
The Players exchanged glances, then nodded in agreement one after another.
Since entering the Instance, their movements had mostly been confined to the first through third floors. Aside from the first seven people who had gone up to investigate, no one else had visited the fourth floor.
If they could not find clues anywhere else, then by process of elimination, they could only try their luck on the fourth floor.
It was still early before lunch, so the group filed out of the