In fact, it's not just Meng Qi, whose neck she "slashed," who is now terrified of her; even those who weren't slashed are scared to death.

Why?

What else could it be?

Judging from An Ning's state just now... people would believe she was a real serial killer.

Most importantly, what excuse did Anning give?

She was simulating a crime.

The simulated crimes were so realistic... no one dared to think about why.

Only Anning herself knew what state she was in just now.

It seems like he's having a mental breakdown.

I accidentally opened the crime system...

It's her fault for having a seizure when she saw those bloody handprints made by the production team.

What illness does he/she have?

He suffered from a mental illness.

She had a mental breakdown, and the things she did were insane and inexplicable.

But Anning could probably find an excuse to defend herself: she was immersed in the plot and completely put herself in the role of the explorer, so she wanted to figure everything out.

So when she met the other guests' stares, which made them look like she was crazy or a serial killer, An Ning made a nonchalant expression and said, "I can probably guess the height of a serial killer."

She could ignore everyone's strange looks and continued, "The highest point of the blood splatter on the wall was only at my chin, which means that the killer who killed this explorer could not have been taller than me, and was probably shorter than me. So it's almost certain that one of the killers was a woman, but we can't rule out the possibility that a man liked to bend over when he killed. It just depends on whether that person is mentally ill."

Anning spoke fluently without any pauses, quickly stating her conjecture, and finally gave her conclusion.

"Let me share my opinion. I think if we continue to act collectively like this, we only have less than an hour left. When midnight arrives, if a killer confirms his identity, it will be incredibly easy for him to prey on such a large group of people."

"Therefore, I suggest that everyone split up now to find information related to themselves in order to confirm their identity."

As An Ning spoke, she picked up the fruit knife she had just dropped, held the blade between two fingers, and approached Meng Qi step by step, revealing a kind smile.

"With so many people around, it's too easy to give the killer too much information."

As soon as she finished speaking, the fruit knife that An Ning was holding between her fingers was successfully placed in Meng Qi's hand. "Keep it for self-defense. I'm going to act alone. Also, I'm really sorry about what happened earlier."

As she spoke, she even turned around and bowed again. After bowing, she stood up straight with a smooth motion, turned her body back, waved to them with her back to them, and said, "I'm leaving."

Holding the fruit knife left by An Ning in his palm, Meng Qi's expression was still blank.

"Are you really going to keep it?" someone suddenly asked.

Meng Qi subconsciously shook her head, but changed her mind a moment before speaking, "Keep it, keep it, just in case we need it, right?"

The words sound like both a reply to the other person and a way of convincing oneself.

Ultimately, whether persuaded by Anning or having come to their own senses, everyone chose to act alone and search for information about their identities.

An Ning, who left before everyone else, did not go anywhere else to look for information after leaving. Instead, she went straight to the third floor of the villa, the floor where the serial killer's bedroom was located.

There are two serial killers, and only two bedrooms on the third floor can be opened. Anyone with a brain knows whose bedrooms these two rooms belong to.

Anning paused for a moment in front of the two bedroom doors, and after a very short hesitation, she chose the bedroom she wanted to enter.

That's the bedroom on the left after you come up the stairs.

As soon as she opened the door, she saw the so-called magic mirror provided by the production team.

A huge floor-length mirror with a frame made of solid wood, deliberately designed to resemble flowing blood, and even the paint is black and red.

An Ning showed no reaction to the deliberately exaggerated and terrifying scene, simply standing quietly in front of the full-length mirror, looking at herself in the reflection.

Every three hours counts as a day. More than two hours have passed since Anning and the others came in, which means that midnight is coming soon. She needs to get here before midnight to confirm her identity as soon as possible.

An Ning didn't just randomly pick a mirror in the villa; she deliberately went to the killer's bedroom. This illustrates a very real question: she wasn't asking whether she was the explorer or not; she was asking whether she was the killer.

Time passed slowly as they waited. In the dimly lit room, An Ning and the crimson mirror leaned against the wall, gazing at each other. After an unknown amount of time, a melodious and lingering chime resounded throughout the villa. Even standing in the bedroom, An Ning could clearly hear the chime.

The bells continued to toll. An Ning stared straight ahead, fixated on her reflection in the mirror, and spoke slowly and deliberately, "Magic Mirror, please tell me the answer: am I a serial killer?"

The mirror, which had been able to clearly reflect people's faces, suddenly began to change. The figures in the mirror gradually distorted and disappeared, leaving only three large, blood-red characters: "Murderer".

Beneath each character was a pool of thick blood, and blood droplets were still slowly dripping down.

An Ning ignored it, simply watching the words disappear before her eyes. Only after her image reappeared clearly on the mirror did a strange smile appear on her lips.

The program officially begins at this moment.

An Ning suddenly found a wooden box in front of her. She slowly squatted down and opened the box with a click. Inside were all sorts of tools used in the crime.

Of course, none of them can actually cause harm to people.

After browsing through the items for a long time, An Ning finally picked out the crime tools she wanted: a folding knife, a fruit knife, and a short sword.

She put the folding knife in her pocket, sheathed the short sword and tucked it into her waistband, leaving only her favorite fruit knife in her hand.

After doing all this, Anning opened the door she had closed behind her and slowly walked out. She paused for a moment as she stepped out of the room, and a smile flickered in her eyes as she caught a glimpse of a corner of clothing at the top of the stairs.

The survival countdown has officially begun.

An Ning walked slowly out the door, twirling the fruit knife in her hand, and parted her lips slightly, "Ten."

The sound wasn't loud, just enough for Qi Huan to hear.

"Nine."

An Ning successfully reached the stairwell and met Qi Huan's gaze, who looked up in alarm. "Eight."

Qi Huan slipped and fell to the ground.

"Seven, six, five, four..."

An Ning walked down the stairs step by step, and Qi Huan staggered to her feet when the countdown reached the fourth. "Three."

"Damn it, don't kill me!"

"...two, one."

As the final countdown ended, a cold blade pressed against Qi Huan's neck.

"Qi Huan, your attempt to survive has failed!"