"Do you think the thing that attacked you is the same person who killed Zhou Meimei?"

Xiao Lan asked, revealing her fear of the mysterious existence.

“Probably.” Lu Xingyun squinted hard, the tense muscles on his face making him more alert. “The rules say that you can’t move around at night, so nighttime is probably his activity time. Staying in the rest area is safe.”

“But Zhou’s death…” Xiao Lan interrupted, slightly agitated.

Lu Xingyun waved for Xiao Lan to stop and continued, "Under normal circumstances, he would not be able to enter the rest area. The rest area is not completely sealed, but the doors and windows are basically closed. We will tentatively classify this dangerous element as 'Black Mist' because only Black Mist can pass through these cracks smoothly."

Lu Xingyun took another sip, and the soy milk cup gurgled as it emptied.

"Since the black mist can penetrate these cracks at will, and the rest area is safe, there are only two possibilities."

"First, Black Mist would have to pay some price that he couldn't accept to get into the rest area. Second, Black Mist has no sense of direction."

Lu Xingyun glanced at Bo Zijin indifferently; the other party kept her head down and made no move.

"If it's the first possibility, the gains from killing Zhou Yueying would far outweigh the costs. If it's the second, then Zhou is just a signpost, guiding him in, while the others are indeed safe and sound."

The five people remained silent.

“I’m more inclined to believe the second one,” Huang He said calmly. “But how exactly did he find his targets?”

“I think it’s about strength and weakness, or fear,” Xiao Lan said. “The weakest among us is Sister Zhou, and that’s the best point of entry.”

“I agree, but I don’t think that’s entirely true.” After drinking the hot soy milk, Lu Xingyun perked up a bit. “There is a comparison between strength and weakness, but there is no standard. After Zhou Yueying died, who was the weakest? Or, what makes him think that Zhou Yueying was the weakest? So I think it should be fear. From the beginning of the track race, she was the one among us who showed the most obvious fear.”

It's said that serious and intelligent men are the most handsome. Lu Xingyun's explanation attracted attention from all walks of life, with eyes full of expectation and admiration.

Seeing the way the handsome men and beautiful women were looking at him, Lu Xingyun felt a little embarrassed. He picked up the soy milk cup and took another deep sip, but only made a hollow sound.

Clap clap clap.

"Hey handsome, you're amazing. I'm starting to like you." The footsteps were light, and the applause was gentle.

Everyone was slightly surprised.

Lu Xingyun turned around, only to find nothing there.

Turning around again, a pretty face descended from the sky, right next to Lu Xingyun's nose; it was Jin Wuwu's indifferent face.

At this moment, the boss's breath, carrying the fragrance of roses, wafted onto Lu Xingyun's face.

Her two hind legs were pulling on a thin, transparent thread, and her bright eyes were filled with the joy of spring; she seemed to have truly fallen in love with him.

"I'm flattered by the boss's wife's affection, but my parents might not be able to accept a girlfriend with eight hands. I need to ask them first."

As the spider legs approached him, Lu Xingyun nearly fell backward.

Then, he quickly jumped up and moved away from the golden mist.

The spider girl chuckled, "You're quite the filial son."

After Lu Xingyun jumped away, she sat down and said, "That's right, the 'him' you're talking about wouldn't normally come to the rest area."

Jin Wuwu, unusually kind, offered some advice: "The rest area is safe at night. As long as you sleep peacefully and don't pay attention to these strange noises, you won't get hurt."