"It might really be a ghost."

After being reminded by Sheh, Shi Jinzhe also realized the key point: "He can't see inside the room. When you move, he doesn't react at all. He just knows there are two people in the room."

But if that's the case, then this round of the game has roles; we're playing the residents of this building, the two people in this bedroom.

Shekh: "So now we've replaced those two people, we are them, will that be troublesome?"

"The act itself isn't the problem; the problem is combining it with what the system said to avoid being discovered by ghosts and monsters."

Shi Jinzhe said seriously, "The twelve players may be all the living people in this building."

As for Huang Zhuoqiu's claim of being sent to find clues, it's no surprise that other players had fallen for it before them.

If that's the case, then it's truly a case of artificially increasing the difficulty.

The twelve players start in different locations, so they won't know if someone gets replaced.

"Are you ready? Everyone's waiting for you, come out quickly."

A clear voice rang out from outside the door; Huang Zhuoqiu was speaking with the most enthusiastic words on a deadpan face.

Before realizing he might be a ghost, this statement sounded perfectly reasonable. However, after discussing it with Shekh, Shi Jinzhe felt that the exact meaning of "everyone" was debatable.

"How much longer? If you don't come out soon, they'll come looking for you."

Shi Jinzhe inside didn't respond, so Huang Zhuoqiu continued, "They're getting anxious. Come out quickly and open the door!"

Shi Jinzhe discovered that no matter how anxious Huang Zhuoqiu was, he wouldn't make any unnecessary movements; he would just stand there straight.

He said silently to Shekh, "You stand in my position to guard against him."

The two switched positions, and Sheikh gently pressed down on the doorknob, making it appear as if the door was about to open.

Outside the door, an expectation appeared on Huang Zhuoqiu's face as he waited for the door to open.

But the doorknob only opened halfway before stopping. Huang Zhuoqiu said anxiously, "Come out quickly!"

Shekh whispered, "He can't get in."

Once he realized that Huang Zhuoqiu couldn't enter the door on his own initiative for the time being, Shi Jinzhe used the same rhetoric to coax her back: "Go back first, I'll come find you in a bit. If you don't leave now, you won't be able to leave later, those people will be here soon."

Huang Zhuoqiu knew about the players' existence and about finding clues, so it's normal for the players to know about them as well.

"That group of people?"

"Yes, those people, weren't you here to test me?"

"I…"

"You should leave quickly. We can't let them get what they want. You stay outside my room. Those people will suspect both of us at the same time and will definitely hold you hostage. If there are any problems, let them come at me."

Outside the door, Huang Zhuoqiu seemed to suddenly let down her guard, her feigned indifference vanished, and she spoke with more genuine emotion.

"So you weren't replaced after all! That scared me to death. I thought you'd been replaced by those weirdos too."

That cold, deadpan face broke into a cheerful smile. "Then I'll head back now. You and your sister be careful."

Shi Jinzhe: "I know, you too."

The life energy outside the door gradually receded into the distance. Only after Huang Zhuoqiu disappeared from sight did Shi Jinzhe speak: "He also has to use the door. How do you think he got into our house?"

Shekh: "It's simple. The player who was tricked is probably someone in the same house as us. He opened the door for us."

"So what he said about the dungeon starting a day earlier is true. Our fifteen days are not at the same frequency as other players' fifteen days. Yesterday was the time when those eleven people entered the dungeon."

Even if twelve players enter the instance at the same time, no matter how much they feed, the resident ghosts here won't get that much information in such a short period of time.

But if their progress is a day ahead of his and Shekh's, then it makes sense.

Shi Jinzhe tilted his head towards the door and asked, "Shall we go out and take a look?"

Schech pressed the doorknob: "I'll go out first."

Pushing open the door, you see a three-bedroom apartment. The door to the room directly opposite is wide open, and the blankets are folded up, indicating that someone has lived there.

Shekh walked down the corridor and saw a duty roster posted on the door, which required each person in the master bedroom and guest bedroom to take turns cleaning their rooms.

Shi Jinzhe picked up a photo frame from the shoe cabinet. It was a photo of him and Shehe. The game's substitution was very realistic. Players saw themselves as they were before the substitution, but the natives saw themselves as they were before the substitution.

"We used to be a couple, a very poor couple who shared an apartment."

He flipped the photo album over to the back, where it read: "My sweetheart and I have our own little love nest now, even though we're sharing it with others, I'm so happy!"

The last sentence was accompanied by a wavy little heart.

Shi Jinzhe inexplicably felt that the identity assigned in this round of the game was a subtle dig at him.

He put down the photo album and walked around the deserted house a couple of times, flipping through it while no one was around.

Arriving a day late meant falling far behind others in terms of clues, and the place had probably been thoroughly searched by others; he hadn't found anything.

Shi Jinzhe's gaze locked onto the two side bedrooms. One door was open, and the other door was closed. The closed door must be occupied by a player.

The player's situation is currently unclear. Shi Jinzhe did not touch the door, but only entered the one that was open.

If you didn't know this place was haunted, the decor would be really cozy, with bright red bedding and paper-cut paintings on the walls.

The two red lanterns hanging above the bed create a wonderful atmosphere, making the master bedroom, which is all white, feel festive and joyful.

"This house has been used for both weddings and funerals." Shi Jin grumbled as he flipped through the pages, but after twenty minutes, he still hadn't found anything.

Sheh drew back the curtains: "We can't go outside, let's go for a walk in the hallway instead."

Shi Jinzhe: "This is the only option left."

The two found the key on the shoe cabinet and took a final look at the house number before leaving.

402 is still considered normal.

The empty corridor was equipped with motion-activated lights; once the security door was closed and the vibration subsided, the corridor quickly went dark.

The two walked through the fourth floor in the dark, from room 401 to 406, a total of six rooms. There was no elevator, only stairs.

The hallway was very clean, with no old or clutter piled up. It was a very modern apartment hallway with off-white walls. If the lights were on normally, it wouldn't create any scary atmosphere.

In the pitch-black stairwell, Shi Jinzhe would stop at each door and listen with Shehe to see if there was anything unusual inside.

There was no sound in the room. He could sense the presence of life energy; it was quiet and made no movement.

The deep purple scepter was still absorbing impurities from the air. After walking down the fourth floor, the crystal emitted a faint purple fluorescence.

As Shi Jinzhe approached the stairwell, just as he was about to ask Shehe whether to go up or down, he bumped into two people.

The two men were startled to see Shi Jinzhe and Shehe standing by the stairs.

One of them gripped the yellow talisman tightly, finding no sign of it getting hot. He took a breath, quietly walked up to the fourth floor, and as he passed Shekh, whispered, "Is it not human?"

In that instant, Shi Jinzhe had already figured out where to bury him.

Although I knew he was asking some kind of code, wasn't the way he asked it a bit thoughtless?

Everyone, whether human or not, will be offended.

Schech's mind clicked, and he replied, "System."

The person who asked the question felt half relieved, but then asked again, only to be met with further dismay: "Playing games?"

"It has zones."

"Hey, we're on the same side." He gripped the yellow talisman and threw out a soundproof device to cover the four of them: "My name is Zhou Xiao, which room do you live in?"

Shi Jinzhe did not answer directly: "You've met with everyone else?"

“I’ve met a few. Including the two of you, I’ve identified seven players so far,” Zhou Xiao said, looking annoyed. “The main problem is that this round brought in an evasive player who not only sold out all the people in room 402 who shared the room with him, but also leaked a lot of information.”

The man with the buzz cut next to Zhou Xiao also looked resentful: "Yeah, I don't know why the system keeps sending players who try to avoid the game into these kinds of dungeons. It's one thing for them to die, but it also drags others down with them. I feel like it really hates players who try to avoid the game."