Not seeing Mr. Lan, Shi Jin asked, "Where is Mr. Lan?"

"He went to sleep in the big wardrobe over there. He said he always felt like someone was watching him and he didn't sleep well last night."

"Did you ask him when someone would be picking him up?"

"He said the experiment would last a month, and someone would come at 3 pm tomorrow." Xiao Ji relayed Mr. Lan's words to him: "Although we haven't been able to contact anyone outside, he has a tracking chip on him, so someone will come then."

"Location chip?" Schech's attention was drawn to these four words.

She recalled the movie she had watched before entering the instance, which included a plot where important data was stored in a chip and then secretly taken away.

"Could what he's looking for be inside himself? For example, something placed inside a chip?"

Shi Jinzhe looked at her with slight surprise: "It's not impossible. It's much safer to keep it inside the body than to hide it."

Shech offered a new perspective: the infection occurred on the tenth floor. Lan Tuwen did not release a high concentration of red mist immediately, which seemed to indicate that he cared about Mr. Lan, but his actual actions were contradictory.

He wasn't worried that the infection on the tenth floor would spread to Mr. Lan, and he confidently kept him inside, ignoring his injuries, fatigue, and hunger.

But when they got to the twelfth floor, Lan Tuwen insisted that he could only open the door after seeing Mr. Lan.

If chips really exist, then what he wants is not just people, but also chips.

Mr. Lan has not been infected so far, which may be due to his possible immunity to fungi, or it may be that the chip has played a role.

High concentrations of red mist can turn a person directly into blood. Mr. Lan will not be infected, but he will be harmed by the red mist, so Lan Tuwen cannot allow his body to have any accidents.

Looking at it this way, it turns out that Mr. Lan is actually the key to solving the fungal problem in this instance world.

Shi Jinzhe: "I just don't know why Lan Tuwen would give the chip to Mr. Lan."

"Because I'm stupid." Mr. Lan heard them talking, patted his clothes, and climbed out of the closet.

“I believe whatever my second uncle says. When others plant a chip, they suspect there’s a bomb inside and they might get blown up in the head someday. But I think it’s really just a tracking chip.”

Shi Jinzhe: "Your self-awareness is quite clear."

Mr. Lan didn't like hearing this. He slumped down on the stool and said, "My second uncle once gave me a check-up. After that check-up, his research on fungi progressed by leaps and bounds. Maybe he discovered that my constitution was a little different at that time, so he put the chip into my body."

“Uncle, this was an accident that saved your life,” Xiao Ji comforted him. “Everyone else died except for you and that stone man. You are the luckiest person.”

"……Thanks."

“Those hairy monsters are looking for you.” Shekh looked down at the ground. “They’re right down there, their faces pressed against the wall, staring at you.”

"..."

Mr. Lan hesitated for a long time but couldn't say a word.

These three people are all terrible at talking...

Shi Jinzhe was in no mood for pleasantries. It was almost 3 PM when he received the message to leave, and he could go back.

"We're leaving now."

Before Xiao Ji and Mr. Lan could stop him, Shi Jinzhe had already pushed open the door and left.

Sher took out a sunny umbrella and held it over his head. Under the umbrella, the yellowish-gray quickly dissipated, forming a small, refreshing world.

On the way back, at Shekh's request, the two took a look at Blueprint.

Spurred on by Schech, Shi Jinzhe deduced from his reaction that the data chip was with Mr. Lan.

With the last day fast approaching, the two of them didn't dare to expend too much energy and returned to their room early.

At night, two floors of the Azure Building collapsed.

Shi Jinzhe held an umbrella over Shehe, and half an hour later, he confirmed that the building had miraculously held up again.

The twelve-story building became seven stories, the sea level continued to rise, and the sound of waves outside was obvious.

On the thirtieth day, at seven in the morning, the violent impact startled the remaining ten or so people.

The twelfth-floor security door deformed rapidly, and a hand pierced through it.

A rough, hairy hand reached into the hole, trying to force open the heavy door.

A small, mutated wildcat squeezed through a crack in the hole into the entrance and immediately attacked the people.

The building shook, and the monsters on the entire floor became restless.

A rotting stray cat was thrown out of the window with a rope around its neck. Xiao Ji withdrew his skill, followed by Mr. Lan.

Upon smelling Mr. Blue's scent, the hairy monster outside became even more agitated.

The door was stretched so wide that it deformed, allowing even more mutated animals to enter.

The stench irritated his nasal cavity. One player's protective suit was torn during the fight, and the smell made him feel nauseous. In his distraction, he was blinded in one eye by an eagle that flew in.

The rioting hairy monsters continued to push in, and with a bang, the overburdened building tilted and shifted downwards once again.

The door was flung open, and a long-haired monster, even taller than a few days ago, squeezed into the twelfth floor and headed straight for Mr. Lan.

As soon as it entered the corridor, the light and shadows were blocked, making the building even darker.

Mr. Lan's running speed was far slower than the monster's. Xiao Ji used a rope to lasso him and pulled him forward, allowing him to successfully escape the hairy monster's slap.

Compared to the life-or-death struggles of others, Shekh at the end of the corridor was quite relaxed, holding an umbrella in her hand and sitting on the chair that Shi Jinzhe had brought for her.

The monster, having failed in its first attack, prepared to launch a second, and as it raised its body, its eyes met hers. In an instant, the once ferocious, hairy monster vanished, becoming a stone statue.

The massive, sturdy body became the new door, blocking the middle of the corridor. Players took the opportunity to slip through the gaps, and no one cared about the blueprints in the hall.

The hairy monsters were blocked by the stone statues, and only some small animals were able to continue their attack.

The situation inside the building temporarily stabilized, but petrification reappeared. The other players looked at Sheh, and when they noticed her looking over, they avoided her gaze and went to kill the small monsters.

As time went by, mountains of corpses piled up in the corridor.

Shi Jin kept folding his knife without stopping. Xiao Ji twisted the rope and sent all the corpses of the mutated animals into the room next door.

The players had been killing for an unknown amount of time; the corpses had filled every room in the corridor.

Wearing a gas mask, Xiao Ji couldn't even wipe his sweat. He complained resentfully, "This is actually a reduced difficulty level. I wonder what it would be like if it weren't."

“You can’t rest now if the adjustment isn’t made.” Shi Jinzhe took a sip of water and asked Xiao Ji to pull a stool for him from the doorway.

After sitting down, he went to use Shekh's umbrella.

Shekh gave him half an umbrella: "Are you tired?"

"I'm so tired." Holding someone's hand with one hand and throwing a knife with the other, my wrist is sore.

"It's almost done, there's a sound in the sky."

Shi Jinzhe was taken aback: "The helicopter is here?"

"It should be." The air under the umbrella was starting to get stuffy, which meant it was almost three in the afternoon.

Xiao Ji said weakly, "Wow, we've been killing for so long."

“Now you should figure out how to get on the plane.” Schech pointed out the window. “The first helicopter crashed into the sea.”

"Damn it!" Xiao Ji quickly pulled Mr. Lan, who was in the corner. "What do we do? Is it because of an infection?"

"It's estimated that the fungi nowadays are many times stronger than they were back then, and their protection is definitely not enough."

Mr. Lan was worried when he heard Shech say, "But there's another one behind."

Mr. Lan: "..."