The six people in the lobby brought him to his senses slightly, and he shouted in a slurred voice, "Who are you?! Thieves! Call the police! I want to call the police!"

"Damn it!" Seeing that he was actually taking out his phone, Number 3 was the first to panic and rushed forward, shouting, "Everyone come and help! We can't let him call the police!"

The drunk middle-aged man, unable to win the argument, was accidentally pushed to the ground by number 7, his head hitting the door frame, causing him to bleed profusely and lose consciousness.

"Damn... Is he still alive?" Number 4 cautiously checked for breath, but couldn't find it. Panicked, he stumbled two steps and fell to the ground. "He's... he's not breathing..."

"If we're going to do something, we might as well go all the way," Number 3 said fiercely, pulling a bottle of sulfuric acid from his backpack. "I want to see if there really is something fishy going on."

The gatekeeper's body was thrown outside the building.

After the six digital figures finished dealing with the situation, they returned to the building covered in blood. Then Xiao Cheng saw two people walking towards them in the distance; it was Number 6 and Number 8.

Unaware of what was going on, they knocked on the building door: "That's really not fair! We had a club activity planned, why are you here first?"

“We just arrived recently,” Number 3 said to them. “Let’s begin, starting tonight. I want to see if there really are ghosts here.”

As soon as she finished speaking, all the images before Xiao Cheng's eyes shattered instantly, breaking into countless fragments of memory that scattered and floated in the air. When these fragments completely dissipated, she came to her senses as if waking from a dream, only to find that she had been standing at the top of the stairs the whole time, and the steel door had not been opened at all.

Everything that had just happened seemed like an illusion. Fang He stood in the middle of the hall and called to her, "What are you daydreaming about? Come here."

"Ah... okay." Xiao Cheng blinked, glanced at the three digital figures, and quickly walked over.

“It was so peaceful last night,” Number 3 said in a strange tone. “No one was injured or killed. It’s unbelievable.”

"It's a five-player game tonight, right?" Number 2 suggested. "How about we try something new? Any suggestions?"

“I…I have an idea.” Number 4 raised his hand. “Let’s not passively wait for the ghosts to appear. Tonight, we are the ghosts.”

The proposal was unanimously approved by the digital humans. Number 4 happily expressed his intention to further improve the rules, and then hurriedly left with Numbers 2 and 3.

So only Fang He and Xiao Cheng remained in the hall.

"What just happened?" Fang He asked bluntly, "or rather... what did you see?"

"Wow, can you read minds?" Xiao Cheng said in an exaggerated tone, clearly not intending to reveal the whole illusion.

Fang He gave her a deep look: "This is the fifth night."

“I know,” Xiao Cheng nodded. “Is it your death point?”

This time, Fang He did not answer, which was taken as tacitly acknowledging her guess.

"Good luck," Xiao Cheng sincerely wished him. "I truly hope to see you again tomorrow."

"Thank you for your kind words." Fang He accepted her blessings in their entirety.

"There's one more thing, just in case, I think it's better if I ask now," Xiao Cheng said somewhat shyly, "Under what circumstances would someone carry a bottle of sulfuric acid with them?"

That night.

Number 4 proudly read out his game rules.

Five people will draw lots to determine their identities, among which is hidden a ghost who has one night to kill one person at will.

"To be fair, no one's room can be locked tonight," Number 3 said with a sinister smile. "In return, if the ghost fails to kill, it will be executed tomorrow. Do not reveal your identity until the results are announced."

The drawing of lots was very simple. The five people drew lots in order of their numbers. Xiao Cheng was the last one. When he opened the paper, he saw that there was only the character "人" (person) written on it.

She then turned to look at the reactions of the other people.

Fang He destroyed the note immediately after reading it, his expression perfectly controlled, making it impossible to guess his identity. As for the digital human, it was even more impossible to determine.

"Good luck to the ghost," Number 3 said in a deliberately low voice, then turned and went upstairs first.

"Are you even human?" Xiao Cheng asked in a low voice, tugging at Fang He's sleeve as they went upstairs.

Fang He didn't answer, but just looked at her and smiled, "Get some rest, goodnight."

Xiao Cheng didn't sleep well. The guard's face, corroded by sulfuric acid, kept haunting her dreams. He lay on the window, banging on the glass, his hideous face lurking in the darkness.

A flash of lightning struck, and it looked up abruptly, only to see Fang He's face, completely disfigured.

Holy crap!

Xiao Cheng woke up with a start, terrified by the scene in her dream. Then, she realized that someone was indeed banging on the glass; Fang He, covered in blood, was clinging to the outside of the window, banging and gesturing at her.

Xiao Cheng: "..." What is this? Is this a dream coming true?

She frowned and hesitated for a moment, but ultimately, out of humanitarian considerations, she went over, unlocked the window, and pulled Fang He inside.

"Why are you playing around with flying and scaling walls so late at night instead of sleeping?" Xiao Cheng wiped the blood off her hands with a look of disgust. "With so much blood, you're not hurt, are you?"

"No, you're kidding me." Fang He hastily wiped his face. "My death point has passed."

"Wow, that's something to celebrate!" Xiao Cheng read in a monotone voice, devoid of any emotion.

Fang He walked to the window, peeked down, and seeing nothing, quickly locked the window again: "I have a feeling something big is going to happen tomorrow."

"How did you end up outside?" Xiao Cheng asked, puzzled. She had always thought there was no way to get out, or that there was a rule that you would die if you left the building.

“Thank you, Gecko Man,” Fang He said. “Actually, I stayed close to the outer wall and didn’t leave the building.”

Xiao Cheng frowned disapprovingly: "You're trying to exploit a loophole."

"Give up, this instance has been riddled with holes." Fang He lifted his clothes and took out seven diaries from a hidden pocket inside.

Xiao Cheng: "..." What kind of collector is this?

“With yours, we have eight diaries now,” Fang He explained. “There’s a lot of information in the diaries, especially number 3. Putting them together, we can almost reconstruct the entire storyline of the dungeon.”

"But our mission is to survive for seven days," Xiao Cheng politely reminded him, "not to review the plot."

Fang Heyi retorted sternly, "Don't have such a utilitarian mindset. This is called completing the task in a fun way. Besides, you can get hidden points by reviewing the plot, you must know that, right?"

Xiao Cheng: "..." Who's the more pragmatic one here?!

“Two more days.” Fang He got back to the point. “The plot will be automatically corrected, which means that from now on, everything we do will be a bug for this instance.”

Xiao Cheng: "..." Master, stop reading, it's giving me a headache.

Fang He watched as her thoughts drifted off into the distance, then stopped her at the right moment: "One last thing, I'd like to use your bathroom."