I was stunned when I saw this message. Assassinating parents? Shit, that's not something a normal person could do. I certainly can't do it. I'm also increasingly convinced that the killer's death missions are random, based on your current location and the people or objects you see. Furthermore, the missions for the ten people from number 100 to 1000 were either not chosen, or if they were, they almost always involved killing people. Of course, this remains to be verified.
Xiao Bingbing's face was cold: "If I were to assassinate a stranger, I wouldn't hesitate, but if I were to assassinate my parents... I couldn't do it either."
My face was drooping. Her "stranger" should include me, right? After all, we had only known each other for a short time. If this kind of mission fell on her, it was hard to guarantee I wouldn't become her target. In other words, to ensure their own safety, it would be best for each player to separate, at least that way they wouldn't become targets.
Fortunately, there were a thousand players in the game. Excluding those who had already died, there should be at least nine hundred left, right? A mission was released every hour or so, and a random draw was conducted among the nine hundred players. The probability of being selected was one in nine hundred, so unless you were lucky, it was very rare to be selected. We just sat there waiting for the mission results to be announced. To us, the mission itself didn't seem to matter; what mattered most was its outcome!
After an eternity, our stomachs growled. No new messages yet, which meant Number 700 hadn't made his move yet. Perhaps he was still struggling, given the nature of this situation... I glanced out the window. It was already dark, around six or seven o'clock, and we hadn't eaten yet. I told Xiao Bingbing I'd go downstairs to get some food, telling her to rest in her room. Then I left and headed downstairs to the hotel. Here, you can call for food yourself or have the hotel prepare it.
Of course, this hotel wasn't the same one I'd stayed at before, and the receptionist was quite active, asking me what I wanted when I saw me approach. I kept my distance from her. Damn, after what had happened before, I was now indelibly wary of receptionists.
I said it was okay and asked the front desk to prepare some dinner and send it to room 303. The receptionist took note and went to prepare it. There was a phone on the counter. I thought about it and dialed a number.
Sizzle!
After finishing the call, I was about to go upstairs when a new message suddenly popped up on my phone. I instinctively pulled it out and took a look: "Ah! What a pity! Number 700 couldn't make a decision, hesitant between assassination and non-assassination. In the end, due to the extreme nervousness and mental distortion, he jumped to his death, and the mission failed. - Isn't that a bit disappointing? Then, let's let the decisive and murderous Number 100 take on the final finishing task of the day. Kill the first person who enters your room after receiving the mission, no matter who it is! The mission time limit is 12 hours. Mission begins!"
Number 100? Isn't that Xiao Bingbing?
I was shocked. The murderer behind this had instigated Xiao Bingbing to kill again. What a damn bastard! I rushed upstairs and just as I walked into the corridor, I saw a cleaning lady standing at the door of Room 303. I knocked on the door, and even more terrifyingly, Xiao Bingbing quickly opened the door. As the cleaning lady was about to go in, for a moment, I could clearly see a hint of decisive murderous intent in Xiao Bingbing's eyes, quietly fading.
A chill ran down my spine, and I rushed forward and shouted, "Wait a minute!"
The cleaning lady was about to go in when she suddenly stopped and turned to ask me, "Young man, what's going on?"
I glanced at Xiao Bingbing, who looked stunned, then pulled the cleaning lady aside and said, "She's my friend. She has some mental issues and is known to hit people! I just went downstairs to buy her some medicine. Don't come to Room 303 for the next few days."
The cleaning lady shrank her neck after hearing this, then nodded and said, "Okay, if you need anything, call the front desk. I'll go to another room." After that, she walked away.
I breathed a sigh of relief. The hallway was deserted, so I walked to the door of Room 303. Looking at Xiao Bingbing, standing there with a gloomy expression and her hands clasped behind her back, I knew she must be holding the dagger she'd used to kill someone. If the cleaning lady had gone in, she'd undoubtedly have killed her. It was as if killing someone wasn't a big deal to this little girl anymore.
"Why do you want to stop me?" Xiao Bingbing bit her lip and said, "Or... do you want to replace that person?"
I shook my head, still standing outside the door, and smiled, "I don't want to replace anyone, and I don't want to die."
"So do you want to watch me die?" Xiao Bingbing raised her head and looked at me stubbornly, tears welling up in the corners of her eyes.
"No," I said calmly. "Don't worry. I'm telling you, I found a loophole in this mission. I think the killer didn't consider this when he issued it. If you can exploit this loophole, you can avoid the mission that requires killing people."
Xiao Bingbing asked curiously, "What loophole?"
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