In the cramped space, one must fold the screen and concentrate.

Two men walked over from around the corner, and their conversation gradually became clearer.

"He started killing people right away. This madman is even on our side. His brain is such a drag on our team."

"I guess he's the kind of person who's only been in the game two or three times, got some good items, and thinks he's really powerful. It's better if he dies sooner; these kinds of uncontrollable people are more troublesome."

"I'll go check if there are any player corpses; I need to pick up any items."

“No need to look.” The other man who spoke had sharp eyes and spotted a spine in the distance. He went around behind the pillar and pulled out a head: “The person is dead. The one who can kill like that must be a player. The loot has probably been taken.”

"Tsk, one step too late."

"His bones aren't completely cold yet, so he probably hasn't gone far. Let's listen to Brother Ping, leave our things here, and then leave."

"Okay, we're really lucky this time. We've been assigned to the same team as Brother Ping. I feel like I can just sit back and win, haha."

Shi Jinzhe listened to their conversation and was surprised to find that they had already recognized their teammates.

And that "Ping Bro" must be a high-level player who was assigned to a certain faction, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to unite the people in the same faction so quickly.

People really can't be compared.

A faint, almost imperceptible clattering sound came from the counter. The conversation outside the counter quieted down, and the two men left.

In order not to make a sound, Shi Jinzhe could only strain in the cramped cabinet, and his neck was already sore.

The man opposite him, Shekh, was quite relaxed. After he came in, he leaned back and found a place to put his legs next to him whenever he could.

Once all the sounds outside had ceased, Shi Jin asked, "Have those two people gone far?"

"I'm leaving, but I'll go out again later."

Shekh exerted force with her upper body, shifting her posture from leaning against the wooden board to leaning forward. She placed her palms on the wooden board above her head, her fingertips slowly gliding along the wood grain, as if sensing something.

The finger finally stopped on the top of Shi Jinzhe's head. Through a thick wooden board, the small round mirror on the counter was slowly melting away with the dark blue corrosive liquid.

"That's enough." She withdrew her hand, pushed open the cabinet door, and left the crowded place.

Shi Jinzhe followed her out of the cabinet.

There was a trace of corrosion on the counter. He pointed to it and said, "They put something there."

"A mirror, I don't know what it's for, but my intuition tells me I shouldn't be reflected in it."

"Could you be petrified...?" Shi Jinzhe recalled the story of Medusa, in which Medusa seemed to stare directly into her own eyes in a mirror and turn herself into stone.

"No, this mirror doesn't have that ability yet. It's just that I think it would be troublesome to be reflected in it. It might be a high-level prop."

Shekh was unfamiliar with the airport, and when she asked, she was met with a series of evasive answers: "Where are we supposed to find players from our own faction?"

"If all players arrive at the airport by plane, then find the places that passengers are going to, and get to them first."

Shi Jinzhe followed the signs and headed towards the arrival gate for passengers on the first floor. There were few people on the road; the indigenous people were either dead or had all gone into hiding.

The vast airport was so empty that only the breathing of two people could be heard. After searching for a moment, a system notification suddenly appeared in his mind.

[Brown faction player Zheng Ying has been killed.]

"The brown camp? Shekh, did you hear that?"

“I heard that.” Shekh stopped in his tracks. “There’s someone in the women’s clothing store up ahead, a man.”

"Let's go take a look."

The clothes in the clothing store were neatly hung up, with the winter coats puffy and taking up a lot of space. Among the layers of clothes, a boy with black-rimmed glasses lay flat like a corpse under a row of clothes, using the long hems of the coats to cover his body.

Through the gap in his clothes, the man with black-rimmed glasses glimpsed two figures entering the store, heading in his direction.

His heart was racing uncontrollably. He slowed his breathing, but the tension made him want to swallow repeatedly.

A hand pushed aside the pile of clothes he was lying on, and the gap above the boy's head grew wider and wider.

He squinted, as if to deceive himself, as if by shrinking his field of vision, the other person would not be able to see him.

But things didn't go as planned; an excessively pale woman's face still peeked out from the gap that had been opened.

Sheh looked down at the man with black-rimmed glasses, pulled him out, and handed him over to Shi Jinzhe.

Shi Jin twisted the boy's hands behind his back and asked, "Which camp are you on?"

"I don't know... I just hid it somewhere randomly."

He then asked, "What drinks did you choose on the plane?"

The boy licked his lips and said, "I chose cola, coffee, and orange juice."

"Which game?"

"The first time..." The boy's eyes darted around, and he seemed a little guilty.

Shi Jin memorized the order, and her fingers accidentally touched the cold sweat on his palm. Seeing that the boy didn't dare to look people in the eye, she put on a nice guy act.

"A first-time newbie, that's not easy. I've been through that stage too. I've played for a while now, and I've played more than a dozen games. Seeing you like this reminds me of myself."

A dozen or so...?

The boy's eyes lit up. Had he run into a big shot?

Moreover, it sounded as if I had touched his heart with these words.

Shi Jinzhe continued, "I won't make things difficult for you. Tell me the truth, and I'll let you go. I don't have the patience for newcomers. I'll spare your life, but don't have any other ideas."

Upon hearing this, the boy believed it even more.

It would be suspicious if this person took the initiative to bring him along; the fact that he's not letting him get entangled makes it seem more real and fits his fantasy about a powerful figure.

"...This was indeed my first time playing the game, and the order of the drinks I mentioned was true."

"But why don't you seem very flustered?" The boy was nervous, but compared to many newcomers entering the game for the first time, his performance was acceptable.

"...It's true that this is my first time in the game, but I knew about this survival game before, so I wasn't too panicked." The boy complained softly, "I just don't know why I still got in."

Shi Jinzhe suddenly raised his eyes. Others might not understand what he was saying, but he did.

"Oh, I see. You did a great job, and you have a bright future. I'll let you off this time."

"Really? I can walk?" The boy was a little surprised. "Then can I come with you? I promise I won't cause any trouble."

Shi Jinzhe firmly refused, maintaining his fake big shot status: "No, I don't mentor newbies."

His expression remained unchanged, revealing no flaw, and he released his grip, urging the boy to hurry up and leave.

The boy was slightly disappointed, but he didn't dare to linger. He turned and ran away, needing to find another place to hide.

After running a few steps, he couldn't help but look back.

Seeing that Shi Jinzhe and Shehe were standing still, Shi Jinzhe smiled back when he turned around.

Completely relieved, the boy started running at a fast pace, but even faster than him was a butterfly knife flying towards him at lightning speed.

The blade plunged deep into the boy's nape, piercing his throat. The butterfly knife spun in the air before flying back and snapping in his hand.

Shi Jinzhe wiped his hands and knife clean with a wet wipe and talked to Sheh: "There was no faction notification. I suspect that only players of the same faction can hear the kill notification."

"So we're in the brown camp. We only heard the announcement after that Zheng Ying died." She turned her gaze to the second floor in the upper right corner, petrifying a player who was eavesdropping.