After dinner, Shi Jinzhe and Shehe read through all the clarification news in the file folder they found in room 205.

The things written by [孤芳] indirectly drove hundreds of people to their deaths over several years, and it is no exaggeration to say that he was utterly wicked.

If he is indeed an artsy young man, then it's no wonder that creditors came knocking on his door.

Seeing that it was almost 10:30 and Zhou Xiao still hadn't arrived, Shi Jinzhe decided to rest with Shehe first.

Before going to bed, the two chatted for a while about what to eat after the game ended, and then discussed what was still missing from the houses on the artificial island. As they talked, Xuxu's voice in the room grew softer and softer until she fell asleep.

At 11 o'clock sharp, all the lights in the room were turned off.

The people in room 402 slept peacefully, unaffected by the changes in Building 3.

In the still of the night, some moved, some fled in panic. The chaos of the night ceased before dawn, and the building returned to normal.

At eight o'clock in the morning, a scream broke through the building and reached Sher's ears.

She opened her eyes, heard what the crying was saying, and then woke up Shi Jinzhe.

"Someone died on the sixth floor."

Shi Jinzhe immediately got up. As a warm-hearted couple who got along well with everyone, the two were among the first to arrive at the sixth floor.

A disheveled woman, crying with snot and tears streaming down her face, knelt inside the door of room 602, constantly pushing the man lying on the ground.

Standing next to her was a man in his fifties, whose face was expressionless, but he patted the woman's shoulder reassuringly.

“He’s so stiff, he’s practically dead. Let me throw him out.”

...

That's a really hardcore way to comfort someone.

Shi Jinzhe knocked on the door. "What happened? We heard screams and we're very worried."

It's Thursday, and finally, a real dead person has appeared in this instance. If they hadn't appeared soon, he wouldn't have been able to find a starting point for solving the puzzle, and he wouldn't have known where to begin.

It's this dead man...

Shi Jinzhe looked at where the group was standing. As expected, the man in his fifties was Old Zhao, the one crying uncontrollably was Young Zhao, and the one who had died was the artsy young man.

When Old Zhao saw him, he softened his tone and said, "Oh, it's you guys. It's nothing serious. He died from drinking too much."

“No!” Xiao Zhao immediately retorted, “He didn’t drink at all! There’s no alcohol at home, and he doesn’t like to drink.”

Old Zhao said calmly, "After I scolded him like that, isn't it normal for him to drink some alcohol to vent his anger?"

"No, he doesn't like to drink," Xiao Zhao cried, blaming herself. "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have gotten angry with him yesterday, I shouldn't have left him home alone, it's all my fault..."

"What's wrong?"

A hoarse female voice appeared behind Shi Jinzhe and Shehe. The two turned around and saw a woman in her forties standing at the door, tiptoeing to look inside.

Shi Jinzhe: "Someone's dead."

"Dead?" The teacher squeezed to the doorway and looked at the corpse on the ground with disbelief.

"I told you that the young couple was arguing, but you, an old man, had to interfere, saying you were standing up for your daughter and that you wanted them to come and stay with you, talking about separation. Look at this, look at this, and now look what's happened!"

Old Zhao: "What does this have to do with me? He was a dead man to begin with."

"How can it not be your business? If Xiao Zhao had been keeping watch here yesterday, would he have gotten into trouble?"

"He was drunk."

"There's no smell of alcohol at all, how could he be drunk? How much would he have to drink to die? He's not allergic to alcohol." The teacher kept firing at Lao Zhao, arguing incessantly.

Shi Jinzhe took two steps back to observe the battle, his gaze shifting back and forth.

The teacher seemed to know artsy young people quite well, even stating confidently that he couldn't possibly be allergic to alcohol, indicating they had some prior contact.

"What's wrong? What's wrong?"

Another curious voice appeared, followed by a series of footsteps running from the stairwell, and more and more people gathered at the door of 602.

Shekh was pulled behind Shi Jinzhe and suddenly felt a scrutinizing gaze linger over him.

She turned her head and caught a glimpse of a man with beady eyes hastily averting his gaze.

After examining the face, Shekh realized that it looked somewhat like Wu Yu's, only with a more sleazy demeanor.

Wu Li's name quickly popped into his mind, and Sher realized that this was Wu Yu's younger brother who had stolen women's underwear.

Seeing that he had been discovered, Wu Li stopped joining in the fun and turned to leave.

Sheikh stared at his back, when he unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a somewhat familiar face in the crowd.

She's the girl who was with Fu Guan in the previous instance, her name is Linlang.

She saw herself too, a hint of surprise flashing in her eyes before she quickly concealed it, not rushing up to acknowledge him.

As the crowd grew larger, Sher saw Linlang take advantage of the movement of the crowd to change positions and come to stand next to him. She handed him a note with her fingertips and then moved away without leaving a trace.

The whole thing felt like a casual neighbor bumping shoulders with her, and there was no other interaction.

Shekh didn't refuse the message that was delivered to his door. He put away the note and continued watching the family drama unfold inside the door with Shi Jinzhe.

Seeing more and more people at the door, Old Zhao got angry and said, "If you're all so free, why don't you line up and pay me your rent?"

As soon as the words were spoken, the crowd dispersed, including the teacher who had remained firm throughout the entire conversation.

A moment later, only four people remained at the entrance of room 602. Shi Jinzhe guessed that these people were all players in disguise and were reluctant to leave.

Old Zhao grabbed the artsy young man from his daughter's arms and forcibly pulled him out, saying, "If you keep him here any longer, he'll stink. Let go!"

"Let me help you." Shi Jinzhe offered his help, pulling Old Zhao along to hold onto the artsy young man and dragging him out.

Xiao Zhao was about to struggle when she felt a weight on her shoulder. An unfamiliar girl was pressing down on her shoulder. Lin Lang comforted her, "Please accept my condolences. Let him rest in peace."

Seeing that some people were helping to move the body and others were helping to pull Xiao Zhao away, Lao Zhao simply shooed away the others, kicked the door of room 602 hard, and waved his hand to drive people away.

"Everyone go home and do what you were doing."

While Lao Zhao was chasing people away, Shi Jinzhe quickly checked the artistic youth's body, letting energy pass through his corpse, and the feedback showed no abnormalities.

Old Zhao instructed, "Come with me and take this person to the seventh floor."

Shi Jinzhe obeyed and did as he was told, without asking why. His honest and dutiful behavior pleased Lao Zhao greatly.

Shekh followed behind him to ensure their safety, watching the two enter 701 and come out again. After Shi Jinzhe said goodbye to Lao Zhao, he walked back with him.

Once inside, she took out the note Linlang had given her: "Take a look."

Shi Jinzhe took the note; it was a blank sheet of paper with nothing written on it.

"She's able to stay by Fu Guan's side, so she wouldn't be so foolish as to cheat high-level players out of clues. There must be something else going on here."

Schech observed for a few seconds and then noted, "There are very faint indentations."

Shi Jinzhe picked up the paper strip, looked it over, then took out a pencil and started scribbling on it.

The pencil tip scribbled across the entire strip of paper, the varying shades and textures quickly revealing the marks left by the pencil tip.

c4h8o3.

Shi Jinzhe recognized the chemical formula: "It is γ-hydroxybutyric acid, also known as Ghb, commonly known as fairy water or obedience water."