Chapter 33 The Crybaby's Endless Escape (Part Fourteen)

Huang Mao's sudden change in attitude puzzled Si Yisi greatly—what kind of provocation had he undergone to dare to reveal this matter?!

At first, the blond guy's reaction was panic but also calm, which is very much in line with the mentality of veteran players in escape games.

His current abnormal state... seems as if some external force is manipulating him.

Speaking of external manipulation, Si Yisi couldn't help but think of how the initial world they were in was several times more difficult than what Shen Chen remembered.

Who can control the difficulty of an escape game?

There are two possibilities.

One possibility is that a highly skilled and experienced player has entered the game; another is that there is a problem with the design of the small world in this escape game.

Huang Mao's unusual behavior made Si Yisi lean more towards the second possibility.

"It's you! You're the ghost!" The blond-haired man pointed at Si Yisi frantically, his hand pointing straight at Si Yisi as if he wanted to poke Si Yisi's nose.

His genuine, undisguised fear infected the other players present.

Mo Wuchang gasped, but he wasn't looking at Si Yisi; he was looking at Huang Mao.

The young woman remained listless; her eyelids drooped, and she hugged herself, trembling.

Chen Mengxi also gasped, her eyes already red: "Chenchen...you..."

Before she finished speaking, the implied meaning was already clear to everyone.

Si Yisi was also moved, and tears streamed down her face uncontrollably, even more genuinely than Chen Mengxi's.

"Cousin, believe me, he's talking nonsense... We're cousins."

Mo Wuchang thought to himself, "You're just pretending, you're just pretending. Boss, you actually want to knock that blond guy who's in your way out of your way out of the way, right?"

He was even secretly pleased with himself—hey, I'm the one who understands the boss's thoughts best.

Mo Wuchang's interpretation was correct; Si Yisi couldn't stand the blond-haired man standing in front of him.

Unfortunately, Chen Chen is a pitiful little crybaby. What should his reaction be at this moment?

Being scared to tears and being scared to tears.

Si Yisi shook her head pitifully, denying, "It really wasn't me, it wasn't me!"

“But the game says there are only six players,” Jia Yingrong interjected. “The ghost might have infiltrated the players from the beginning. How can you prove your innocence?”

Chen Mengxi nodded quickly, tears streaming down her beautiful face, making her look even more pitiful and charming.

Si Yisi's eyes darted around, and finally she said awkwardly, "The game might be misleading us... It says there are only six players, but that doesn't mean there's necessarily one player who isn't human."

"How so?" Mo Wuchang continued.

"It's also possible that the player was carrying something related to ghosts... and was thus classified as a ghost."

“I…” Si Yisi stammered, “Mo Wuchang and I both saw the ghost in the air conditioner put something into Qi Muyang’s pocket while we were on the bus.”

Chen Mengxi just kept sobbing quietly.

Her crying was so innocent and beautiful, it was heartbreaking to hear, as if she had already decided that Si Yisi was the imposter ghost.

Chen Mengxi's smoke bomb placement was quite interesting. She and Si Yisi are cousins, and logically, relatives should know each other better than others.

“Words are meaningless; no one can prove you’re telling the truth.” Jia Yingrong’s body was tense, and the smooth lines of his muscles were faintly visible.

“Doesn’t your cousin know what kind of person you are?” he said.

"But...but we've only met once or twice," Si Yisi said timidly.

Chen Mengxi: "..." I can't keep up the act anymore.

"Tch!" Mo Wuchang slammed his hand on the table, his eyes blazing as he stood up for Si Yisi. "What kind of hero bullies a kid? You believe everything that blond-haired guy says?!"

"He said eating shit tastes good, so you all went to eat shit?" Mo Wuchang said angrily. "This kid has never left my side. Besides, isn't the person who discovered the crime scene the most suspicious ghost?"

Mo Wuchang looked at Huang Mao.

But when he gave the blond-haired man a murderous look, the blond-haired man, whose name he didn't even know, suddenly clutched his chest and began to convulse.

"You..." The blond-haired man's eyes bulged out, and he foamed at the mouth.

In those brief one or two seconds, no player was able to react in time to save him. He suddenly died after Mo Wuchang glanced at him.

"...Dead." Jia Yingrong squatted down to examine Huang Mao, then suddenly frowned. "His body is already cold and stiff. How could this be?"

In the immediate aftermath of death, a person's body retains some warmth, but this is in a game, and no one knows how many strange and varied ways one can die.

Therefore, Jia Yingrong only expressed his doubts and did not delve any deeper.

Si Yisi scratched her nose; it was cold and stiff, like a body that had long since died.

It sounds like he's possessed, or perhaps his body is dead, but his soul remains inside, carrying with it fear...

All for the sake of finishing this play.

Si Yisi initially couldn't understand the escape game, or rather, the operating mechanism of this small world, that Shen Chen was participating in.

Looking at it now, we can see many problems—

In Chen Chen's memory, Chen Mengxi was like someone who was pampered by the world, and she could do anything with ease. She also had an awesome ghost boyfriend.

If I'm not mistaken, Chen Mengxi is the female lead of this world, and the male lead is that ghost boyfriend whose true identity is unknown.

And what about Shen Chen? Si Yi thought for a moment, and four words popped into his mind—vicious female supporting character.

No, vicious... male supporting character.

After Si Yisi, the system, was unilaterally pulled into the escape game by Shen Chen to help him change his past, the game difficulty increased, and Huang Mao, contrary to his usual behavior, identified him as a ghost.

This is very likely because Shen Chen's actions were seen by the small world, and in order to kill Si Yisi, the mutated supporting character, in advance, a series of butterfly storms were caused.

With tears streaming down her face, Si Yisi suddenly raised the corners of her lips slightly.

So he might very well be going to make an enemy of a small world? Wow, interesting.

Holy crap! However, Mo Wuchang only felt humiliated.

Just when someone is identified as a suspect, that person dies so easily. What kind of logic is that?

Mo Wuchang seized the initiative: "Don't you guys think his death is suspicious no matter how you look at it? If you ask me, both of you players seem like ghosts too. One suddenly asked to move to another room, and the other, wearing glasses, doesn't look like a good person at all."

Jia Yingrong, who was shot while wearing glasses: "..."

"You, you..." Chen Mengxi gasped for breath.

"Why are you panting? Are you a seventy or eighty-year-old woman?" Mo Wuchang cheered himself up in his heart. He looked at Si Yisi, hoping that his boss would give him an encouraging look.

At this moment, the scales in Si Yisi's heart had indeed tipped slightly—

Mo Wuchang looks really useful.

“There are only a few people left now, so don’t even think about finding out who is the ghost. What if we fall for the ghost’s scheme to sow discord?” Mo Wuchang pressed on. “In short, if my little brother is the ghost, I’ll be the first to suffer.”

"Do whatever you want, go have fun by yourselves~"

After Mo Wuchang finished speaking, he handed Si Yisi a large pack of napkins, naturally put his arm around Si Yisi's shoulder, and turned to leave.

Chen Mengxi couldn't catch her breath. She sat at the table with a gloomy expression, and the hem of her clothes was crumpled from being clutched.

Si Yisi, who was forcibly dragged along because she was shorter, was speechless.

"Put it down." Si Yisi glanced at Mo Wuchang.

Mo Wuchang's previously reliable, "I'm the best in the world" aura vanished instantly. He hurriedly removed his hand from Si Yisi's shoulder and said...

"Boss! I'm your underling, I really apologize for any offense!"

"By the way, boss, what should we do now?" Mo Wuchang clearly regarded Si Yisi as his backbone.

Although he is tall and short, and always crying, he is a powerful figure who uses crying as a weapon. Who else should we listen to but him?

"Let's wait and see," Si Yisi calmly replied.

Then he immediately hiccuped and his stomach growled.

"Let's go eat first," Si Yisi said, changing the subject without changing her expression.

Si Yisi got a lot of money from robbing the ghosts on the bus. After giving some to the old landlord, he still had some left.

Thinking that he could probably make a second deal, he took Mo Wuchang to ambush people again in the afternoon.

The elderly landlord was blocked at the door by them, and he still glared at them with a gloomy look.

Even when Si Yisi took out the coins, he still looked wary.

"Put it on...the table," came the landlord's hoarse voice.

Looking at the old landlord, Mo Wuchang felt as if his thin figure was about to be embedded in the gray wall.

A pleasant rustling sound rang out as the landlord swiftly grabbed the coins and tossed something toward Si Yisi and the others with his brown-spotted hand.

Mo Wuchang reflexively raised his hand high to catch it.

A red... toilet plunger.

Mo Wuchang: "???"

Mo Wuchang was holding the plunger handle, and he held it up high like a comical Statue of Liberty.

Si Yisi reacted faster than Mo Wuchang. He twitched his lips and immediately leaped forward to grab him—

The landlord's withered hands.

This time, Si Yisi forcibly took several coins from his hand.

Before the announcement, which had echoed throughout the rental apartment, could finish, the elderly landlord seemed to have run off as if he didn't want to stay a moment longer.

The sound was cut off halfway through.

"No looting..."

"Rob..." He couldn't finish his sentence.

“It wasn’t robbery,” Si Yisi said softly, her tone as gentle as a breeze. “It was a mutually agreeable transaction.”

"..."

For a moment, Si Yisi thought she heard the sound of someone spitting blood.

He shrugged innocently, weakly, and pitifully. Robbery? No, he didn't. Shen Chen was a legitimate player.

"What are you doing holding the toilet plunger? Let's go back and discuss it." Si Yisi called out to Mo Wuchang, who then stupidly put the toilet plunger down.

The toilet plunger should undoubtedly be placed in the toilet.

The fourth night has begun—

"Tick-tock." The hour, minute, and second hands kept turning, sounding like a death knell in the unusually quiet room.

"despair."

It's four o'clock.

Mo Wuchang groggily got up. He felt an urgent need to urinate as soon as he woke up. When he looked at the time on the clock—3:40, not on the hour—he felt relieved and got up to go to the toilet.

There seemed to be an indescribable smell in the toilet. Mo Wuchang held his breath and went in, loosening his belt.

But at that very moment, a wet head suddenly popped out from the gushing water in the toilet!

"ah--!"