His expression changed. After handing the book to He Tongtong, he hurried to the bathroom, while Li Xian took the opportunity to ask her what had happened.
"A woman... First, there was a woman crying on one of the beds. I couldn't tell which one. Then Zhao Minghua fell to the floor and ended up like that."
"And, and then..." He Tongtong swallowed. "Several people came in."
"Several people? Did you get a good look at them?"
Jiang Qiuyue asked.
He Tongtong shook her head. "I only vaguely saw six or seven figures, both men and women."
"Then what did they do in your room?"
The question made He Tongtong shudder. By then, Jia Ruiyao had washed his face clean and rejoined the group.
"They gathered around Zhao Minghua's body. It seemed like they were talking about something."
That was a deeply unsettling scene. Everyone had assumed that once these people entered the room, they would either attack indiscriminately or wander around before leaving. Instead, they had gathered around a corpse to talk?
This was beyond anything Li Xian had expected, too, so he spoke up.
"What did they say?"
This time, the answer caught everyone even more off guard.
"The sounds they made weren't human voices. They were these buzzing noises... like flies."
He Tongtong rubbed the goose bumps on her arms. "They 'talked' like that all night. Every so often, the buzzing would turn sharp and staccato, as if... they were laughing..."
Jiang Qiuyue pictured the scene. "What was that supposed to be... a tea party for fly people?"
Although these "fly people" had behaved strangely, they hadn't actually harmed the players, so everyone focused their discussion on the crying woman instead.
Wei Dong asked, "Why did that woman go after Zhao Minghua? Did he do something?"
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