In the oppressive atmosphere, everyone returned to their rooms.
With too many people and too few rooms, everyone except Aoko and Alice had to share a room with someone else.
After entering their rooms, some had already gone to sleep, while others were deeply uneasy, tossing and turning without being able to fall asleep.
They feared that the person beside them was the killer and that they would be attacked in their sleep.
Or that they might have a pleasant dream, unconsciously laugh in it, and trigger the death rule.
In the empty living room, aside from Yuan Shikai's group of four, there was one other person.
It was Soujuurou. He still had one final task to finish: washing the dishes.
After washing the last plate, Soujuurou switched off the living room lights, plunging the room into darkness.
Yuan Shikai's group of four did not choose to return to their rooms to rest. Though their rooms were still empty, the real show was only just beginning.
Moonlight filtered through the clouds, barely illuminating the dim corridor.
A figure was sneaking about, pausing now and then outside each door to listen closely before leaving a mark.
His movements were ghostlike, making not the slightest sound.
This person was none other than Soujuurou, who had returned after leaving.
He was currently wearing a comical mask, like some actor performing a ridiculous comedy routine.
He pressed his ear to the doors, seemingly judging the occupants' mental states through their breathing.
Soujuurou suppressed his heartbeat and breathing until they were almost imperceptible.
Then, outside the doors, he began setting up some rather unsophisticated traps.
These traps were not meant to attack anyone, merely to play pranks.
He set up all sorts of traps according to each person's condition.
Their primary purpose was to make