Xiao Cheng returned to her room, calmly opened a drawer, and took out today's envelope.

"Oh dear, this is unexpected." She looked at the drawing on the card, of a wolf holding a butcher's knife.

Flames danced at her fingertips, burning the card to ashes, their flickering light reflecting off her expressionless face.

"It's a bit troublesome, but not a big problem," she muttered to herself. "In any case, it's time for this game to end."

That night, Xiao Cheng slept soundly until she naturally woke up.

She yawned as she went downstairs, only to find Fang He alone in the lobby.

"Huh? Isn't Number Two here?" Xiao Cheng looked around. "This is supposed to be the last game, why is it so lacking in ceremony?"

“He’s dead,” Fang He said calmly, “in room number one.”

"Ah..." Xiao Cheng took a while to react before belatedly sighing, "That's such a pity." She didn't ask how he died, since it couldn't possibly have been Fang He who killed him.

“Now that it’s just the two of us, it seems there’s no need to look for any more clues.” Xiao Cheng turned to look at the electronic screen, which was indeed off and empty.

“The Joker doesn’t care who lives. As long as it’s within the rules, he won’t pay attention to this place anymore,” Fang He said.

"Isn't that great? Anyway, you know what my identity card is. So, are you going to obediently surrender? Your mission was to cooperate with me to achieve victory."

Xiao Cheng took a folding fruit knife out of his pocket.

"The murder weapon is ready. The fact that Number Two killed the mute girl seems to indicate that this place is not governed by the rules of the instance. A lawless land?" She chuckled. "In short, everything is in the right place at the right time."

“I told you.” Fang He looked at the exposed blade, tilted his head back slightly to expose his vulnerable neck, “Kill me, Miss Wolf.”

Xiao Cheng gripped the knife and walked towards him step by step: "Don't worry, it won't hurt much."

She smiled and leaned almost entirely into Fang He's arms in an extremely intimate manner.

The cold blade pressed against his throat.

Then cut it off forcefully, severing the skin and meridians.

Fang He stared in astonishment at the fruit knife that had been shoved into his hand without him even noticing.

In the crimson light, he saw Xiao Cheng clutching her neck, smiling as she fell to the ground.

"It doesn't hurt at all."

Xiao Cheng said to him silently.

A crimson light enveloped Fang He, then suddenly vanished with him.

The hall fell into a deathly silence in an instant. Xiao Cheng lay on his back on the ground, the knife wound on his neck was extremely deep, the flesh turned outward, almost revealing the white bones underneath.

But there was no blood, not a single drop.