Number One scoffed at her nitpicking and self-comforting behavior: "Are you trying to outsmart the dungeon?"

"I just think that if we can find a loophole and starve to death in the end, it's gentler than killing each other." Xiao Cheng looked completely innocent.

But regardless of whether they tried to find a loophole or not, it seemed like certain death was the inevitable outcome. The group lost all interest in continuing the conversation, turned and went upstairs. They had no appetite for lunch and went back to their rooms to rest.

Xiao Cheng didn't seem to care much, still thinking about the noodles Fang He had made, so she took the remaining half bag of noodles and went to find him: "Fang He, Fang He, it's time for lunch."

Fang He looked at Xiao Cheng and the half-bag of noodles in her hand, never expecting that he would be treated as a private chef one day.

"You eat noodles for every meal, don't you get tired of it?" he asked with genuine doubt.

"This is the last meal." Xiao Cheng shook the bag in her hand with a regretful expression. "That's all."

Fang He: "..." Is this pitiful look just an illusion?

But he still took the noodles and went to the kitchen.

As for the others...

Number Two suddenly suggested that it would be best to live separately.

Number One vehemently objected, but to no avail; he could only watch helplessly as Number Two carried the items to another empty room.

Number One, alone in her empty room, looked pitiful, as if she had been abandoned by a scumbag.

The two brothers didn't have much of a drama. Number Three, as the older brother, gave some detailed instructions and then moved to the apartment next to Number Four's.

Xiao Cheng and Fang He lived alone, and the mute girl didn't plan to move to another room.

For the next half day, everyone stayed in their rooms and did not show up, so the third day of the trial passed uneventfully.

Until the next morning.