Silence hung overhead; questions went unanswered, and the only response was deathly stillness.

The cold white light shone on the ground, creating a stark contrast with the black bloodstains.

The unconscious ghost, the headless evil spirit, the silent living people—this scene, devoid of any voice, is particularly eerie in the contrast between black and white.

"Smack."

It was eleven o'clock, and the overhead lights went out.

"Zheng Jingjing".

In the quiet room, Sher also called out Zheng Jingjing's name.

“You could hear everything Wu Li was saying in this room. Did you know what we were doing all along?”

These words immediately gave Zhou Xiao and Lin Lang goosebumps.

This is a lot of information.

You thought you were being meticulous and hiding your true intentions well, but in reality, the mastermind behind the scenes had already seen everything you said and did.

No wonder they were always a step behind; it turns out the boss had a god-like perspective the whole time, watching them, the players, act like clowns.

This is so unfair!

"You also want to know exactly how Xiao Zhao died, right? You're not killing anyone because you're waiting for us to give you the answer."

Shekh took out the prop he had given her yesterday, the "dropped button," and placed it in front of him.

The buttons dropped by the dungeon boss can be placed in front of you to identify the true appearance of the monsters in the building after 11 o'clock.

The reality emerged; the bedroom scene was completely smoothed out, leaving only a somber, pure black expanse in Scheher's field of vision.

Besides the black, there were also extremely thin, blood-red threads that twisted and floated in the air.

Like blood vessels, like nerves, they densely cover every visible area.

The uneven red lines tangled together, forming many knots and countless twisted blood clots.

All the red threads ended up on a heart covered in black spots. The threads tightened around the heart, each one cutting into the flesh, layer upon layer, tightly binding the heart to form a huge knot.

Sheh unbuttoned the button, and the dark 101 room returned to normal in her eyes.

Zheng Jingjing no longer resembles a human.

The short-haired woman they saw was a figment of Zheng Jingjing's imagination.

The real her has no physical form; she is omnipresent.

Sheh looked up. "Zheng Jingjing, is this Xiao Zhao from the seven-day cycle real?"

Linlang was startled upon hearing this and immediately looked at Shehe, "You mean the Xiao Zhao in this instance is fake, then the one who attacked me this morning was...?"

"It's Zheng Jingjing."

The previous speculation was wrong. "Xiao Zhao" attacked Linlang not necessarily because he was afraid that she would take away his father. It is also possible that Linlang discovered something.

"Think carefully about what you said and did when you went to 602."

“I…” Linlang quickly recalled the scene in her mind of talking alone with Zheng Jingjing on the sofa.

Don't you need to go back and cook?

[What I mean is, don't you eat it yourself? Aren't you cooking it for yourself?]

"Yes... I still need to cook for myself, so I'll head back now."

"I only said those few words to her, is there a problem?"

“Here you go.” Shekh tossed the button to Linlang. “Put it in front of your eyes and look for yourself.”

The prop's effects automatically appeared in her mind, and Linlang raised the button to cover her pupils.

A moment later, she opened her mouth in shock, frozen on the spot, “...The ghosts here still retain human living habits, but Zheng Jingjing has no body, so she doesn’t need to eat at all. The questions I asked made her misunderstand that I had discovered her flaws.”

Based on what Shekh had just said, Linlang found the problem: "Zheng Jingjing didn't kill me immediately because she knew I was looking for clues, but she changed her mind and attacked me because I still wanted to deceive Lao Zhao."

Linlang became increasingly calm as she thought about it: "Old Zhao is also a key figure; he must know something!"

“He must know something.” Shi Jinzhe continued, “When the artsy youth died, Zheng Jingjing didn’t show up. Xiao Zhao said that her best friend was so heartbroken, why didn’t she show up?”

Moreover, Old Zhao was completely indifferent to artsy youths, directly ordering me to send the person to 701. What was he planning to do by keeping his detestable son-in-law's corpse alive?

Shi Jin folded down another button, and Zheng Jingjing, who had no body, could hide anywhere.

It cannot be seen or touched.

When he carried the body of the artsy young man to 701 Hospital, Zheng Jingjing was likely waiting there.

"The artistic youth's involvement in this matter is far more complex than just infidelity. Zheng Jingjing clearly won't let go of anyone connected to Xiao Zhao's death."

"Then I..." Linlang hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

It seems she was also involved in Xiao Zhao's second death.

"Although the boss isn't Xiao Zhao, you still managed to draw aggro."

Zhou Xiao was finally able to chime in. His brain seemed to be on a different dimension from these three people. He could understand what they were saying, but there were some key points he just couldn't grasp.

Linlang hugged herself: "I'm so lucky I'm still alive."

“It’s not because you’re lucky, it’s because of this.” Shekh tapped the ground with his foot.

The golden halo engraved with intricate patterns slowly rotated, and the defensive formation that had been quietly operating since Wu Li's death appeared in conjunction with Sheh's movements.

The golden light illuminated Linlang's face, and she felt a thousand times fortunate: "No... this is just because I'm lucky. If you hadn't been assigned to this account, I would have been in grave danger."

She never imagined that a casual question she asked would affect the course of the dungeon, and the resulting aggro was simply impossible to prevent.

If she hadn't followed the lead of advanced players, her chances of winning this round would have been virtually zero.

Zhou Xiao stared at his feet in surprise, then took two steps toward the center of the formation. "Zheng Jingjing is ignoring us. Should we go to the seventh or sixth floor to find Lao Zhao now?"

Shi Jinzhe lifted his leg and walked out: "Go."

He pushed open the door and was immediately greeted by the stench of rotting garbage that had been accumulating for half a month during the coldest days of winter.

Shi Jinzhe pulled his outstretched foot back, and his back was unexpectedly bumped by Sheh.

Shekh pressed his cheek against his back and hugged the human air purifier tightly: "Quickly change my sense of smell, I'm going to throw up."

Decrypting this to launch a biological attack is a bit too much.

Shi Jinzhe pressed down on her hand: "It's been changed. Try breathing."

Sher took a breath, the fresh floral scent filling his nostrils, making it easy to breathe comfortably.