Xiao Cheng took a deep breath, and without turning her head, she grabbed his arm with lightning speed and executed a smooth over-the-shoulder throw.
There was a muffled thud, followed by the sharp scraping sound of furniture scraping against the floor.
Xiao Cheng suddenly woke up from her dream, sat up abruptly, and saw Fang He clutching his lower back, getting up from the ground in a somewhat disheveled state.
The bedside table is no longer in its original place, leaving a long drag mark on the floor.
Xiao Cheng: "..."
Fang He gritted his teeth, almost laughing in anger: "You really are a master of keeping a low profile."
Xiao Cheng coughed awkwardly twice: "It's time to reveal my secret: I have a penchant for killing in my dreams."
It was 2 a.m., and the atmosphere was awkward as a man and a woman were alone together.
There was no ambiguity, and ambiguity was impossible. Fang He sat on the bedside table, listening to Xiao Cheng finish recounting her dream, and finally understood that this was an undeserved misfortune.
"But you're not innocent either. Sneaking into my room in the middle of the night, it's normal to get beaten up as a hooligan. Wait, my doors and windows were locked, how did you get in?"
"Without being modest, you're the soundest sleeper I've ever seen in the game." Fang He pointed to the door, which was blocked by another bedside table. "The door opened by itself and you didn't even notice."
He was just moving the second bedside table, otherwise he wouldn't have bumped into it. It was a complete mishap, a Waterloo of misfortune.
"Um... are you alright?" Xiao Cheng pointed a little guiltily to his lower back. "Girls need to have some means of self-defense, you can understand, right?"
"Then you're being somewhat modest," Fang He said, pulling out two folded pieces of paper from his pocket. "Let's get down to business. Look at this; there are some at the door of every room. I picked up yours as well."
"What is this?" Xiao Cheng took the note. She was sure that this thing wasn't there before she came into the room.
The note contained only two lines of writing, but it was written in several different handwriting styles.
"The Seventh Day Game".
"I am coming."
"What is this? It's all so random." Xiao Cheng frowned. "Is 'I'm Here' the game name? Is this the game for tomorrow night?"
“I checked the entries in the diary, and everyone wrote it except for the 8th,” Fang He said. “The reason is still unclear, but that shouldn’t be the point.”
Xiao Cheng thought of the red-clothed female ghost whose soul had already been scattered. She felt like she knew the reason, but since Fang He had said that this was not the point, and in order to maintain her crumbling image, she simply said nothing.
Fang He, oblivious to her hesitation, continued his analysis: "The key point is the seventh day of the game, not the seventh night. The game's time frame has expanded, and... it's 2 AM, so it's already the seventh day."
No sooner had he finished speaking than, as if confirming his guess, a sickening scraping sound came from outside. Number 5 scratched at the door with her fingernails, her shrill laughter piercing the darkness: "Hehe—open the door, hehe—I'm here!"
Then came the approaching footsteps of Number 4 and Number 7: "Hehe—I'm here!"
"Holy crap!" Xiao Cheng's pupils contracted sharply. The door was blocked by the bedside table, and Number 5 could only lie on the floor, unable to complete the difficult action of pushing the door open for the time being. However, the other digital beings could break in at any time!
Fang He reacted quickly, getting up, carrying the bedside table, and placing it on the first cabinet, where it was wedged under the doorknob. Almost simultaneously, Number 4 and Number 7 slammed heavily against the door, causing the door frame to crack under the weight.
The banging stopped for a few seconds, then the handle was quickly twisted and slammed against the bedside table, creating a dent and crack. It clearly wouldn't last long.
Xiao Cheng grabbed the diary and stuffed it into his coat, then opened and climbed out of the window in one swift motion: "Go this way, there's probably one outside your room too, let's go to the fourth floor!"
At least numbers 4 and 5 are here, so room 404 is most likely safe.
There wasn't much space to climb on the exterior wall, so they could only move down using the windowsill. As they passed by 506, 123 broke down the door and immediately saw Xiao Cheng and Fang He hanging outside the window.
"Hehe—I'm here!" They pounced on him, their faces and arms leaving horrifying bloody scratches on the broken windowpane.
"Holy crap!" Xiao Cheng twisted his body to dodge Number 3's hand, gritted his teeth, let go and jumped down. He aimed for the fourth-floor window sill, grabbed it, and climbed up with some difficulty.
Then I was dumbfounded.
The window was locked from the inside, and there was no way to get in unless the glass was broken or someone unlocked it from the inside.
She actually forgot!
"Fang..." she gasped as she turned to ask, only to find that Fang He hadn't come down at all. Looking up again, she saw him kick aside the three digital figures and leap into room 506.
"Wait!" Fang He's voice, mixed with the shouts of the digital humans, reached Xiao Cheng's ears. Then there was another series of clicking sounds, followed by a final scream from Number 3, and then silence from upstairs.
……it's over?
Xiao Cheng listened carefully for a while, and it was indeed quiet. Only the occasional, indistinct knocking sound could be heard from the 6th floor. The bedside table had actually held up all this time.
A few more minutes passed.
The door to room 404 was pushed open. Fang He wiped the blood from his face, walked to the window, and unlocked it. His expression was cold, and he still carried a chilling killing intent. In his right hand, he held a rusty iron rod, the source of which was unknown.
Xiao Cheng shoved open the window and looked at Fang He, who seemed different from before. He hesitated for a moment before calling out to him, "...Fang He?"
"Okay, come in quickly." He stepped aside and waited for Xiao Cheng to jump down from the window. He then shoved the iron rod into her hand. "Go to the guard room to find the key, and then lock the stairwell."
"What about you?" Xiao Cheng frowned. "I'll go find the keys. You keep this for self-defense."
"No need, don't waste time, watch out for that dog." Fang He had already turned and run upstairs.
Without the digital humans interfering, Xiao Cheng's journey downstairs to get her keys went smoothly, and she didn't encounter the black dog. She turned back to the stairwell and saw Fang He running down, panting.
"Lock the door!" His voice was hoarse from the intense fighting. "The digital human can't be locked up for long, lock the door!"
"Are you... alright?" Xiao Cheng found the key to the iron gate on the first floor in her keychain, handed it to him, and said hesitantly, "I... I'm sorry, I'm a little scared, my hands are shaking a bit... Go lock the door."
Fang He said nothing, gave her a deep look, took the key, and turned to close the door.
Xiao Cheng stood behind him, weighed the iron rod in his hand, and then raised his hand to smash it down on the back of the head.
She used considerable force, and Fang He, caught off guard, was hit squarely in the face. His hand trembled, the key fell to the ground, and he swayed and collapsed.
"You...you..." He pointed at Xiao Cheng, his face contorted with rage, "I am...Fang He..."
"Fang He?" Xiao Cheng scoffed, looking at his gradually unfocused eyes. "I smashed Fang He's."
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