Shekh: "What is 'obedience water'?"

"This stuff is colorless and odorless. If you put a small amount into a drink, a person will lose consciousness. That's why Ghb is often used by people with ulterior motives to harm others. If you inhale too much, it can be fatal."

Shi Jin folded the note carefully: "The death of the artsy youth might be related to this. Let's find an opportunity to ask Linlang where she found the note."

He and Shekh finally managed to deduce something yesterday, but the person they suspected died this morning.

Time was running out and I was filled with worry. This dungeon had transcended the realm of the supernatural. Although there were ghosts, they were no different from humans. The dungeon boss in this round of the game was definitely something more difficult to deal with than ghosts.

Tsk, slander...

Those false reports can be considered a form of provocation, and artistic youths may even be killed by the illusions that are the embodiment of their own fears.

"Do you think the difficulty of this dungeon might lie in some concept or some ability?"

“It’s very likely.” Shekh sat down on the stool, his fingers interlaced, deep in thought.

"The materialization of fear may be because all kinds of fears in people's hearts appear in reality, which is why so many people suddenly die and so many strange things happen one day."

“And fear is contagious…” Shi Jinzhe continued, “The more people think about it, the more afraid they become, one person infects another, and eventually the whole world falls into a huge panic.”

Shekh looked out the window: "There must be a reason for a change in a world. I wonder what caused this."

"Hopefully this isn't the boss we're going to fight."

"Stop talking."

Sher's words were laced with obvious disdain, so Shi Jinzhe could only try to save face by saying, "We're trapped in Building 3, so we should just be dealing with the monsters inside."

"I won't listen."

"...There's nothing I can do if you dislike it."

Shi Jin sat down, wrote two numbers on the back of the slip of paper, and began to get down to business.

“I used my skills to examine the body of the artsy young man and found nothing strange in his body. Ghb is just colorless and odorless, but it’s not that it can’t be detected. If he died from overdose, his central nervous system should have been severely damaged, so it shouldn’t be undetectable.”

He crossed out the number 1 on the back of the note, Ghb, and then said the second possibility, "The second one is what we just said, he was killed by his own hallucinations."

Shekh glanced at the note: "Could it also be related to Lao Zhao? We went to the seventh floor yesterday, but he wasn't home. However, Zhou Xiao said that Xiao Zhao brings him food every evening."

"That's one possibility; Old Zhao's attitude suggests he doesn't really like this person."

Shi Jin folded the paper and wrote the number 3 on it.

Shekh: "And yesterday, the tenant of 205 was obviously collecting these things. If he also suspects the artsy young man, then he might be the one who put the SK-II in there."

When the time was up, he lightly tapped the paper strip twice with the tip of his pen.

1 Ghb (x) (Source unknown.)

2. Fearful hallucinations. (Gu Fang's identity is currently undetermined.)

3. Lao Zhao.

"We'll start by approaching the three groups of people we're investigating from these angles."

Based on the clues we have so far, the artsy young man asked Xiao Zhao to lower his voice several times during the argument, indicating that he was afraid. The possibility of him committing suicide is extremely low, so this can be ruled out.

"cough."

The sudden coughing sound outside the door caught their attention. Shi Jinzhe and Shehe exchanged a glance and stood up to open the door.

Shi Jinzhe: "Who is it?"

"Zhou Xiao".

Shi Jin opened the door and saw Zhou Xiao and Ban Cun standing at the doorway, their eight small white teeth adorning their faces in a polite smile.

"How did you get into room 402?"

"She opened the door for me." Zhou Xiao stepped aside, revealing Linlang's figure behind him.

"?"

Linlang said awkwardly, "I am... your roommate."

...

Five people were sitting on the sofa in the living room.

"That's how it is. On my first day here, I found the medical record of the tenant in the side bedroom in the room. She has a serious mental illness and almost no social skills, so she rarely appears in front of people."

Linlang sighed, "Everyone thinks she just doesn't like going out and doesn't know she has psychological problems. This has caused me a lot of inconvenience. I can hardly go out during the day."

Zhou Xiao nodded: "Yes, we originally wanted to go to the sixth floor to see what was going on, but we were delayed by some things. When we went up, we saw her coming out of 602."

He smiled sheepishly, "So I secretly followed behind her, but I didn't expect her to find me. Then the three of us gave each other a secret signal and discovered that Linlang was also a player."

Even though it was time to break the knot, I still felt it was quite a coincidence.

My mysterious roommate turned out to be a gamer too, someone I'd met in the last round.

He asked Linlang, "I have a question. You went out the night before last, didn't you? I heard the sound of wood."

Linlang admitted, "Yes, I originally wanted to go out and investigate, but it was too dark inside. I accidentally knocked over a wooden ornament, and I was afraid of disturbing the ghosts in the building, so I gave up investigating at night."

She has always adhered to the principle of being cautious and steady, not seeking quick success but rather taking steady steps.

But now that she has seen Shi Jinzhe and Shehe, Linlang has some other thoughts.

The feeling of being carried in the last round was so great, and the opening of the second skill slot gave her a huge boost. She felt she should seize the opportunity and take a risk.

Linlang glanced at Zhou Xiao and Ban Cun, suppressing the information she had just received in 602, intending to tell Shi Jinzhe and Shehe after the two left.

Shekh noticed her subtle movements and looked at Zhou Xiao and the crew cut.

The two men's eyes darted back and forth; it seemed they each had their own agenda.

Shekh's face turned cold, and he adopted the air of a big shot, getting straight to the point, "Just tell me what you have to say at once, don't waste my time."

“Okay, let’s go together.” Shi Jinzhe continued, “This dungeon is very complicated, so let’s not beat around the bush.”

He took out his scepter and tapped each of the three people opposite him once.

The crystal glowed, and light gray impurities drifted out from the three people one by one, only to be absorbed by the crystal.

"This is a gesture of goodwill. I've cleansed you of the ghostly aura that has accumulated on you these past few days. Please begin."

Having vented his frustrations on the three men, Shi Jinzhe held out his hand, "Who wants to go first?"

"I'll go first."

Linlang looked at the scepter with a sigh.

This must be the ace in the scepter that ran away with someone.

Fu Guan has his own player base in real life. After she joined, she felt like she had swallowed a bomb every day when she saw him.

It wasn't until the day before he was brought in that Fu Guan, having received something, finally calmed down like a hedgehog that had been soothed.

Having witnessed their strength firsthand, Linlang no longer hesitated. She took out several sheets of paper from her system inventory and handed them to Shehe.

"What I found in room 602 are all love poems. The contents of the letters are... cheesy. Take a look. They were written to someone named Qingxin. The earliest date is two years ago, and the most recent is four days ago."

Shekh read the poem on the paper:

I want to fall into the blue pool of your heart.

I want to be a fish that's inseparable from you.

Break your tranquility, stir up your turbulent waves.

It will forever remain in the deepest part of your body.

Her cold, aloof voice, coupled with an emotionless tone, and Sheikh's cold, heartless face, made a love poem sound like a death knell.

"Poem title: 'You are in me, I am in you,' author…"

Shech paused for a moment: "I am."

"孤芳" (Gu Fang) is a homophone for "孤" (Gu), and the author of the false report was indeed a literary youth.

Shi Jinzhe's earlier prediction was correct; those people in the human bone corridor were looking for him.

Schech put down a piece of paper and continued with the next poem:

"I used a stroke to depict loneliness, and your life to define my name; you are my concrete meaning..."

"Alright." Shi Jinzhe took the letter from her hand. "Just read it."

He simply couldn't bear to listen anymore; even if Shekh were reading it aloud, he still couldn't quite accept it.

Zhou Xiao rubbed the goosebumps on his arms: "Why doesn't he call me 'I'? He calls me 'I' instead."

"Is it too cheesy?" Shekh asked normally, as if he didn't see anything wrong with it.

The three people opposite nodded repeatedly; reading this kind of thing aloud really makes you want to curl your toes.

Shekh looked at Shi Jinzhe and conveyed with his eyes: You're usually much more pretentious than he says.

Shi Jinzhe avoided that look.

He is him, and others are others; they are not the same.

Shi Jinzhe took a sip of water: "Do you have any other clues? Like that note?"

"I found that note in the 6th-floor hallway. I think it might belong to the resident of apartment 605. The lady of that apartment is a teacher, and I..."

Linlang pointed to herself, "The original owner of this identity was her student. Three years ago, the teacher of 605 lost her job after being reported for stealing chemicals from the school laboratory."

Due to financial difficulties, the teacher repeatedly used his position to steal chemical reagents. The most serious incident involved using the school's purchasing channels to buy synthetic contraband for someone else.

Shi Jinzhe: "Before you gave me the note, did you know what was written on it?"

“Ghb,” Linlang said, “I have a five-word restoration skill. I can use it three times on certain items in each dungeon to make the clues clearer.”

Shekh recalled the morning's events: "So the teacher insisted that this matter was related to Lao Zhao in the morning, in order to clear himself of suspicion."

The teacher and Lao Zhao had a falling out, and this might be something she wanted to use on Lao Zhao.

Rent is also a financial dispute. Time turns around, and killing the landlord is the most decisive way to avoid paying rent.

Ghb originated from teacher 605, but looking at it this way, new problems arise.

How did this thing get into 602?

But if it's about killing Old Zhao, someone has to deliver this thing in, and the most convenient person is Little Zhao.

The relationship between fathers and daughters is not always as good as it seems. Sometimes, the one who cries the most heartbroken may very well be the murderer.

Her husband died, but instead of closing the door to argue, she left the bedroom door wide open, completely unafraid of others watching the spectacle.

It really seems like this is a deliberate attempt to show outsiders how much her father dislikes artsy young people, thereby diverting attention and getting herself out of the spotlight.

Besides Xiao Zhao, the next one is...

Shehe thought of Zheng Jingjing coming downstairs on the first night she and Shi Jinzhe arrived.

She had been to Xiao Zhao's house more than once. Just yesterday, she spent the whole afternoon in 602, and when she came back, there were suspicious wine stains on her clothes.

Sheh didn't know exactly how much of the "miracle water" Shi Jinzhe had mentioned could knock someone unconscious, but if the teacher really wanted to kill Lao Zhao, it wouldn't have been just a few drops.

I recall Wu Yu saying that Xiao Zhao would cook for Lao Zhao every day and deliver it to the seventh floor, mixing it into the food in the most discreet way.

"What are you thinking about?" Shi Jin asked, leaning closer to Shehe as he seemed lost in thought.

Shekh paused, thinking, "I was wondering if Old Zhao ate dinner yesterday, and where he went, since he wasn't home."

And then there's Zheng Jingjing; she left room 602 around 5 PM, before dinner, I don't know if it was out of politeness or if she deliberately avoided that time.

“I know that.” Zhou Xiao carefully raised his hand. “Old Zhao had dinner in 602 yesterday. Little Zhao was followed on Tuesday night, the night you came to help. She was in a bad mood, and Old Zhao was worried about his daughter, so he went to 602 to make her dinner.”

Shekh: "I see."

Zhou Xiao gestured to the crew cut: "This is the news he found on the sixth floor yesterday. The door to 603 is broken, and the crew cut spent the whole afternoon keeping watch there."

The man with the buzz cut touched his neck and quietly hummed in agreement.

Shi Jinzhe glanced at his actions, his expression unchanged: "What else do you know?"

"And all the locks on the first and second floors are broken. I'm in room 205..."

"I know that. I even went to see Lao Zhao yesterday to let him know that the door lock was broken."

"Huh? A notification?"

Zhou Xiao scratched his head, not understanding for a moment what Shi Jinzhe meant.

Shouldn't we take advantage of the open door to quickly find out what's going on, tell Lao Zhao what the operation is, and let him seal the door?

Shi Jinzhe didn't let him think any further, only asking, "Do you have any other clues?"

"Nothing else. Wu Yu said not to go out after 11 p.m., and I haven't gone out at night for the past two days, so they haven't checked much."

He rolled his eyes, feeling that he hadn't provided as much information as Linlang, so he added, "I also have some player news here, would you like to hear it?"

Shi Jinzhe: "Tell me about it."

“There’s another high-level player on the third floor. You might not believe it, but he’s only fifteen years old and has an exceptionally strong mentality. I think we could work together.” Zhou Xiao said seriously, “He’s only fifteen years old and has an exceptionally strong mentality. I think we could cooperate.”

“I know that,” Linlang suddenly said, her expression less pleased than Zhou Xiao’s.

"He has antisocial personality disorder. In reality, he tortured and killed his two psychologists named Ye Zhan, who was a high-level player who was blacklisted by Fu Guan."

Linlang looked at the group and said, "My advice is that you should stay away from him. Don't underestimate him just because he's young. He's much more ruthless than you when it comes to killing people."

"..." Zhou Xiao looked like he had eaten shit. "But before we came, he greeted me very kindly and told me not to trust what I saw in front of me too much."

Shi Jin turned back to look at Zhou Xiao: "That's true, you really can't trust others too much."

Zhou Xiao: ...

These words made him feel extremely uncomfortable.