Nineteenth floor, inside a luxury suite.

Bao'er ran around the five bedrooms, then returned to the living room sofa, where she sat cross-legged, ready for action.

Just stay put, just stay put... His head bobbed up and down on his knees like a chick pecking at rice.

Bu Yi found it amusing, so he helped her head and legs, and positioned her in a lying position to make her more comfortable.

Bao'er woke up instantly: "Something's wrong?"

"No, go get some sleep," Bu Yi said casually. "I've already calculated it; tonight is a moderately auspicious night."

With "Zhongji" as a reassurance, Bao'er closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Bao'er had only dozed off for a moment when there was a knock on the door. She opened her eyes alertly and immediately ran to the door to look through the peephole.

This action went exceptionally smoothly, so smoothly that a strange feeling flashed through Bao'er's mind.

But she had no energy to delve into the source of the strange feeling; her attention was entirely focused on the person knocking on the door.

Outside the door stood a girl, a little older than Bao'er, probably twelve or thirteen years old. She wore a crisp, white robe and matching embroidered shoes. Even paler than her clothes was her complexion.

The girl's mouth opened and closed; what was she trying to say?

Bao'er pressed her forehead against the door. She could feel the chaotic footsteps coming from the corridor, but she couldn't hear the girl's voice.

Bao'er tried hard to decipher the girl's lips; it seemed the girl was saying, "I'm coming in—"

Bao'er watched very intently, so intently that she could see clearly—the girl had no tongue.

She immediately braced herself against the door, her hand igniting in the flames, and turned to Bu Yi, saying, "Sister Yi, be careful!"

Bu Yi laughed and said, "Be careful of what?"

“Me?” Bu Yi’s smile widened, revealing his tongueless mouth. “You should be careful, but not of me.”

"Baby, wake up!"

Bao'er suddenly opened her eyes and saw Bu Yi's worried face.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Bu Yi asked.

Bao'er looked at her closely; she had a tongue, she was a normal person.

Bao'er sighed, looked at the quiet door, and suddenly realized the strangeness of her dream—she was too short, too short to see the peephole. Yet in her dream, she could easily see outside through the peephole.

"Hmm, I feel much better now." Bao'er was still a little panicked and couldn't help but gently hook her arm around Bu Yi's.

It feels cool and smooth when you pick it up.

Bu Yi smiled and said, "Really all better?"

Blood slowly oozed from where their hands clasped, and pieces of flesh from Bu Yi's fingertips fell from his palm. The flesh gradually spread from his palm to Bu Yi's arm, neck, and face.

With his face covered in blood and gore, his eyes hollowed out, and his mouth blackened, Bu Yi laughed and said, "Are you really ready? This is just the beginning."

The feeling of terror gripped Bao'er's throat like an iron clamp, silencing her and suffocating her.

"Baby, wake up!"

Bao'er suddenly opened her eyes and saw Bu Yi's worried face.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Bu Yi asked.

Bao'er screamed, and flames burst forth, burning Bu Yi so much that he had to retreat immediately.

Ignoring her heart pounding in her chest, Bao'er pinched her arm hard. It hurt, it felt real, and it brought her peace of mind.

Bao'er shrank back onto the sofa and asked cautiously, "Sister Yi, did I burn you?"

Bu Yi used his hand as a fan to cool down his face: "It's alright, but you, why is your face so pale? What were you dreaming about?"

Bao'er opened her mouth, paused for a moment, and then said, "It's nothing."

“I thought you were asleep, and I was just about to help you lie down when you started waving your arms and legs around wildly,” Bu Yi said.

Bao'er looked down and realized she had been sitting cross-legged the whole time. She moved her legs, which felt a little numb.

Everything in the dream was too real, so real that it was vivid in her mind. The two warnings from the strange creature in the dream were deeply etched into Bao'er's mind—

Be careful, but not about me.

Are you really ready? This is just the beginning.

Beware of who? Sister Yi? She must be real, right...?

Who else should we be wary of? Robots? Or...?

As for the phrase "everything is just beginning," yes, today is the first day of the dungeon, and the complete dungeon lasts for seven days.

What else?

Happy Five-Star Hotel is the first instance she entered with Sister Xia. There will be many more instances in the future, with countless terrifying moments. Can she really persevere?

"Da da da—"

The knocking on the door brought Bao'er back to reality.

Bu Yi said, "You stay seated and don't move. I'll go take a look."

Looking through the peephole, Bu Yi saw a plate of food being held high. She heard an electronic voice outside the door: "This is me. I've come out of the elevator. Your meal has been delivered. Please collect it."

He was the one who was reported by Xia Chuhe, resulting in his electricity being cut off and him getting stuck in the elevator. He was also an accomplice.

"Don't open the door!" Bao'er said urgently. She was terrified, feeling that something scary would come in if she opened the door.

Bu Yi paused on the doorknob, listened intently to the voice in the earpiece: "Tell us it's not safe in the room, let us out. It will guide us. The boss and the others have already found the control room, it's safe inside."

Bao'er thought for a moment; everything was just beginning. But according to the plan, finding the control room meant the mission was nearing completion. So she refused again: "Sister Xia said to keep an eye on the house."

Bu Yi added in his mind, "I have faith in you."

It's much easier to keep an eye on someone inside a room than outside. Bu Yi said, "Then let's not go out. I also have a feeling that it seems more dangerous outside."

Just as he made his decision, two soft "dings" came from the coffee table—it was the cell phone that Xia Chuhe had picked up.

Two text messages—

Grandma, I'm fine. I'm going to see Mom and Dad. Don't worry, and take your medicine on time.

Grandma, I live with my parents and we watch the movie Hannibal together. It's very enjoyable. Don't worry, and remember to take your medicine on time.

Bu Yi and Bao'er looked at each other, realizing that the information provided by the text message was really limited.

The phone belonged to an elderly woman. It seemed her granddaughter (or son) had gone to see their parents without informing her, which, by all accounts, would be considered unfilial and cause the elderly woman worry. However, the last sentence of the text message reminded the grandmother to take her medication on time, which seemed to indicate that the granddaughter (or son) cared about her and didn't seem like an unfilial person.

What's even stranger is that the two text messages were sent consecutively; "finding parents" and "finding parents" happened one after the other. Something's definitely fishy.

Bu Yi closed his eyes and murmured, "Child, missing, robot..."

As she was speaking, she suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Bao'er panicked and frantically grabbed a tissue to cover Bu Yi's mouth.

Bu Yi held her hand, took off his Bluetooth earphone, held it tightly, and whispered to comfort Bao'er, "I'm fine. I just asked too many questions, and my body couldn't take it."

While Bu Yi was noticing crucial information—such as the unreliable general identity of the sender—Xia Chuhe and Li Yue, guided by [unclear], entered the basement.