His movements were so swift and decisive, like those of a husband whose feelings for his wife had faded, who had lost all passion and was now rushing through the act before turning over and falling asleep.

Heartless and inexplicable.

Shi Jinzhe slit his throat; blood was still there. He propped himself up on one arm to look at Shekh: "What happened to you?"

"fine."

"..." That means something's wrong.

"Stay away from me."

Shi Jinzhe's heart skipped a beat: "...Did I upset you again?"

"No." Shekh shrank into the corner. "I feel like something's wrong with me. Don't come near me."

"Is it because I'm too close to you that you're uncomfortable? Is it because of the hotel?"

Thinking of her unusually slow reaction, Shi Jinzhe got out of bed and distanced himself from Sheh.

“It’s not that I’m feeling unwell…” Shekh twisted his snake tail, as if enduring something, “I’ll be fine on my own in a bit.”

She was afraid that if she continued to suck blood in that dazed state, she would drain Shi Jinzhe dry.

"Are you really alright?"

"No."

Shi Jinzhe took two steps back and sat on another bed, looking very worried: "Then call me if you need anything."

"Hmm." Sheh pulled the blanket over himself, trying to recover from the dizziness he had just experienced.

It was very uncomfortable, like suddenly falling from a blissful sensory world.

Her body transformed into a swamp, with silt and mist flooding her brain, and her thoughts seemed to drift everywhere, making it impossible for her to concentrate.

Shekh wanted to solidify herself, or for something to compact her swamp.

Or perhaps a violent mudslide could fill her empty body completely.

Shekh touched the snake scales under the covers; the belly scales were facing upwards, and his tail was now twisted.

She tried to turn around, but found that she couldn't quite control the snake's tail.

A strange excitement welled up in her body, and her snake tail kept thrashing about, so much so that she didn't even notice when the part hanging on the ground tried to sneak up and bend.

The cool tip of its tail curled around his bent ankle, and he pulled his leg back. As if in a contest, the tail wrapped around his ankle two more times.

He was pushing the snake's tail in his hand, his eyes never leaving the bed.

Shehe was covered by the blanket, forming a quiet little mound on the bed. The blanket would occasionally rise and fall as she turned her snake tail.

In the silence, the hands of the clock moved from the number 9 to the number 2.

He stared at her like that for a long time before Shekh slowly lifted the blanket.

She turned around and saw Shi Jinzhe still sitting on the opposite bed, watching over her. "You're still awake."

Are you feeling better?

"Alright." Shekh spread out the blanket. "Come up and go to sleep."

Shi Jinzhe bent down and touched her forehead. There was no abnormal fever or hypothermia. "Does it hurt when I touch you like this?"

Shekh: "I don't feel bad, you should go to sleep." She had already suppressed that feeling.

Shi Jinzhe lowered his head: "Then let go of my tail first."

The tail wasn't wrapped tightly, but it was very strong. It would push down and then come back up, making his hands tired.

Shekh was silent for a moment, its purple tail tip swaying in circles, seemingly excited about something.

She didn't want to admit that it was her tail at all.

As he retracted his tail, Shekh noticed that the folded trouser legs were wrinkled from being pressed down.

Shi Jin straightened his pants and lay down on the bed again in the dark.

Fearing that his tail might do something embarrassing again, Shekh took his hand.

Shi Jinzhe flipped his hand back and grabbed it: "What happened to you back then?"

"I don't know. I got excited after drinking your blood and couldn't control myself. I wanted more and was afraid of draining you dry."

"Is there anything else that's bothering you?"

“That’s all.” Schechneck glanced at the clock on the wall. “It’s late, let’s go to sleep.”

"Call me immediately if you feel unwell again."

"Um."

At two in the morning, the belated sleepiness finally came over them, and the two finally fell asleep.

In the quiet Peace Hotel, some people are fast asleep, while others have had enough sleep and are ready to wake up.

In the pitch-black room, Cheng You'an, who had been stabbed in the hand, slowly awoke, still somewhat disoriented.

He had a lot of pain in the back of his neck, and he was lying on his side with his eyes open, facing the cold, white wall.

The memories of the lobby flooded back as soon as he regained consciousness, and his anger returned.

Being beaten by someone he had paid to do so, especially in front of so many people, particularly Shi Jinzhe, Cheng Youan couldn't bear it and glared fiercely at the wall.

A bunch of useless trash, all of them are cowards who bully the weak and fear the strong!

Three men are actually afraid of one woman? Did he spend so much money just to torture himself?

And what about Liu Run? What kind of weird place did he put himself in? This damp and cold blanket is worse than not having one at all.

Is this bed so hard and so small that a person can sleep in it?

Four months of living the life of the wealthy was enough to make him arrogant and decadent.

Cheng Youan's previous bed was just like this, but he can't accept it now; the hotel conditions are too poor.

He moved his stiff neck, and his body, which had recovered, slowly turned to lie flat.

The room was very dark. The design of the U-shaped building meant that none of the rooms on the inner side were lit by streetlights. Once the curtains were drawn, the room was so dark that you could only see a general outline.

He glanced to his right, where the bed was completely flat and empty.

Where are those three people? Even if they're looking for clues, they shouldn't have left him here alone...

When Cheng You'an, who was entering this kind of instance for the first time, realized that no one was around, his arrogance instantly diminished by half.

He didn't dare look at the dark room any longer and closed his eyes again.

Sleeping is the fastest way to kill time; you close your eyes and open them again and it's dawn.

However, Cheng Youan slept for almost twelve hours but couldn't fall asleep at all.

He closed his eyes for a while, then opened them again.

If the first three days are an absolutely safe period for survival dungeons, then shouldn't puzzle dungeons have the same?

A seven-day dungeon, perhaps the first night is safe too.

With that thought in mind, he became bolder and began to look around the room in the darkness.

From the ceiling to the curtains, then the bed next to it, and then the entrance hallway...

Even in the darkness, he could make out that two-thirds of the dressing mirror was visible on the wall.

In the dressing mirror, there was a figure with its back to him.

A chill spread through him, and Cheng Youan immediately closed his eyes, not daring to look any longer. He told himself that it might just be clothes hanging on the wall, or perhaps he was still asleep and hallucinating.

But the moment he closed his eyes, the feeling of having another person in the room became even stronger.

My brain uncontrollably conjured up that black figure, but I couldn't see any obvious shoulder and neck lines; it was a woman with long hair.

The word "female ghost" popped into his head reflexively, scaring him so much that cold sweat broke out on his back.

Time ticked by, and Cheng Youan, his nerves taut, cautiously squinted his eyes, a chill running down his spine. The figure was still standing in front of the mirror.

Saliva was rapidly secreting in his mouth. He wanted to swallow, but he was afraid of making a sound and disturbing the figure with its back to him.

clatter--

clatter--

Suddenly, the sound of high heels came from outside the corridor.

The high heels made a loud clattering sound against the ground, and the people walking outside seemed to enjoy the noise, deliberately walking very loudly.

As the high heels passed by the door of room 409, the shadowy figure inside vanished in an instant.