"So the four of us each saw three different scenes: two women, two men, and one man and one woman."

Shi Jinzhe vaguely grasped a clue. He and Shehe first saw two female mannequins because they had repeatedly checked the number and gender of the players to confirm that there was no problem with the players. So before entering the room, they had a subconscious idea that there were one male and six female mannequins.

Ding Xun and Zhuo Jiajia were unaware of this, so what they saw was still a living, breathing person.

He said, "It's a reflection of your inner self. What were you thinking before you came in?"

Zhuo Jiajia touched her eyebrows. "I was thinking about a couple I met in the last dungeon. I wonder if they're locked in. I used this to distract myself and give myself courage."

When she saw him, Jin Zhe gave her a meaningful glance, as if she had been seen through.

No... why does he, a man, know so much?

Zhuo Jiajia didn't dare to ask, but someone else asked for her. Shehe asked, "Shi Jinzhe, why do you know so much about this?"

"Heh." His cold snort was exactly like Shekh's, and his gaze conveyed three words: "What do you think?"

Shekh didn't care about anything; she had no idea how much of a spiritual shock he had experienced when he was inspecting the world with its unique customs.

He understands that every bit of knowledge is the result of a refined mind.

Shi Jinzhe: "You'll understand once you've seen more of the world. I'll take you to experience a special world when we go out."

This didn't sound like a good thing, and it was obviously unhealthy, but Shekh agreed anyway, "Okay, I mainly want to broaden my horizons."

Seeing that she was still devouring the crimson space in reverse, Shi Jinzhe steered the conversation back to the main topic and asked Ding Xun, "So what are you thinking?"

Ding Xun: "I only heard the woman's muffled groan when I got to the door. I didn't think much of it before I came. Maybe I just felt something was off about the players from the beginning."

He explained, “There are five male players out of the sixteen. The one who lives on the first floor is quite handsome, with European bone structure, which is very eye-catching. When the players gathered, most people’s eyes lingered on his face for a second or two longer, but a few people didn’t even look up. Don’t you think that’s strange?”

It's human nature to love beauty. You're all good-looking, so you're used to being the center of attention and haven't noticed this. But I'm different. I'm just an ordinary person. Why do so many people look at me instead of that male player or you? I'm not a famous high-level player, so why are they looking at me?

There must be a reason behind such inexplicable scrutiny. Similarly, they also examined Gu Li, Xiao Yun, Xue Ge, Yu Fu, Ye Jiajia, and Wang Zao. Except for the two of you, all seven of us have been observed.

seven.

This number flashed through Shi Jinzhe's mind.

“Your names are very special.”

While he was thinking, he suddenly heard Sheh speak. Her devouring was nearing its end, and the monster could not break through her defenses. She could not overpower Sheh, so she relaxed a little.

Shehe said to Shi Jinzhe, "When you asked Boss Sun about Apu, she asked you which Pu you were, whether it was the one with the grass radical. Do you remember that?"

Shi Jinzhe realized, "Li, Yun, Xue, their names all have the grass radical."

"more than."

Shehe slid her fingertips through the air and wrote the names of Wang Zao, Yu Fu, and Ye Jiajia. The black and gold fluid solidified into words that floated in the air, and she took a part of each of their names.

“Wang takes water, takes Fu, and Ye Jiajia, if it weren’t for Shi Jinzhe’s formation that saved your life, you would be a headless female corpse now. So Zhuo removes the head, leaving Zao, and Jiajia is simplified to ++. Your name happens to be grass, and the three of you can form the character Pu. So save Apu, not a specific person, but a certain type of people with the same characteristics.”

Thankfully, her literacy period was less than two years, which allowed her to have a deep impression of some characters and make associations with them smoothly.

Otherwise, who would have thought that the player's name was also one of the clues?

Ding Xun spoke first: "People with the same traits, what about me? I also have the water radical."

Shekh answered truthfully, "I haven't figured it out yet."

Shi Jinzhe glanced around, then fixed his gaze on the shattered plastic mannequins scattered on the ground. He asked Zhuo Jiajia, "What was the meaning of your last words before you were attacked? A lesbian wife?"

Zhuo Jiajia: "Yes, the same gay couple I met in the last dungeon. They were arguing because one of them tricked another female player out of her items in order to clear the dungeon. Although their backgrounds are different, I think they are probably similar. Unless they are both old bachelors, the wife role is going to suffer a lot."

Shekh: "Deception is a despicable act."

“Yes.” Zhuo Jiajia’s hands went limp. “It’s better for the two of us to run away to a place where no one knows us than to get married just to deal with things. That way, we won’t hold each other back.”

“Nobody knows her…” Shi Jinzhe thought of something else, “Xiao Yun was the first player to die, and she has a bit of a voyeuristic streak.”

He and Shekh left a gap in the curtains to observe the players. During this time, the four of them passed by the window of room 303, but only Xiaoyun, who did not live on the third floor at all, took the initiative to peek inside.

Based on his earlier speculation, a pair of homosexuals who are deceiving themselves and afraid of being discovered should really hate this kind of behavior.

Gu Li and Wang Zao were killed even though they didn't spy on anything. Was it just because they came out of the room?

Aside from Xiaoyun, the monsters in the dungeon always prevented them from communicating. Their killing intent towards others was somewhat puzzling. Even when hunting "Apus" with similar traits, it didn't make sense with Ding Xun. Furthermore, the scene Ding Xun witnessed didn't fit into this line of thought. This conjecture still needs to be verified.

Tick-tock.

The four people standing inside the golden ring suddenly heard a strange sound of water.

They looked up and saw black liquid seeping from a corner of the ceiling.

Tick-tock.

The blood, like potent sulfuric acid, dissolved a small hole in the corner of the wall. Then, a black mist gnawed at the hole, widening it until two palm-sized gaps were revealed, and embedded in the gaps was a pale, white face staring at them.

It's Xue Ge.

Zhuo Jiajia unconsciously took a step back; Xue Ge's death... was rather tragic.

Her eye sockets were sewn shut with red thread, like a centipede coiled around them, the crooked stitches revealing the sewerness of the person who did it.

Her mouth was also sewn shut, but it was wide open, as if she were shouting.

The interlaced red threads were stretched to their limit, which turned the holes created when the needle and thread passed through the skin into narrow, elongated openings.

Shekh recognized this method of death; in Wang Zao's eyes, that's how the woman's body was stitched up.

She broke through the roof of room 204, and shattered stones rained down. The array protected the group. After Xue Ge's body fell to the ground, they saw another body hanging from the roof of room 304.

The two-story height kept the corpse quite a distance from the heads of the four people, making the swaying of the body particularly eerie.

It was a male corpse, naked, covered in blood, with an iron hook hanging from his neck from behind. There was a deep cut on his collarbone, the cut going downwards, as if he were wearing an open human skin coat.

The exposed skin allowed the four men to clearly see his bones and muscles, especially his abdomen, where his belly had been ripped open and stuffed with Yu Fu's head.

The walls splattered with blood, the flowing black liquid, the contrast between black and red, the stark color difference assaults the senses.

Ding Xun murmured, "...It looks like they fought and both died."

The key point is that while the scene upstairs was so horrific, no one downstairs seemed to feel anything. A silent death is far more terrifying than a grand spectacle of gongs and drums.