“Same here.” Fang He nodded.
“Me too.” Su Xin counted on her fingers, then her expression suddenly changed slightly. “But Xiao Cheng, you…”
“That’s right, it seems I arrived two days later than you all.” Xiao Cheng nodded frankly. It was a fact, and she had no way to hide it.
"Is it because of this?" Bed number 3 frowned even more, but this was a problem with the instance settings and had nothing to do with Xiao Cheng himself.
"It's hard to say. The rules themselves are part of the dungeon's design." Bed number 4 looked at the countdown on the glass wall. "Free time is almost over. Let's talk about this later. Everyone go back to your rooms and think about how to find the gardener. That's the key to clearing the dungeon."
Alone in her room, with no one to distract her, Xiao Cheng felt the pain relentlessly eroding her consciousness. Lying in bed, she vaguely noticed that the vines on the ceiling had grown much longer, almost completely obscuring her hospital room.
She was wondering if the gardener would deliver dinner, but at six o'clock sharp, a ripe fruit fell from the ceiling and landed right in her palm, with a label on it.
dinner.
Xiao Cheng: "..." I should have been nicer to Dr. B.
But fruit is better than insect pills. Xiao Cheng tentatively took a bite and found it was fine. In fact, it tasted good. When she turned around, she saw that the other four people had already started eating. So she felt relieved and continued to eat fruit to replenish her energy.
By the time we finished eating the fruit, it was completely dark.
Xiao Cheng's legs hurt and she didn't want to move, so she simply closed her eyes and went to sleep. She slept in a daze and didn't know how much time had passed when she was suddenly awakened by a sound of knocking on the glass. When she opened her eyes, she found that bed number 3 had been moved to the next room next to her at some point.
The glass wall was glowing, and he lay on the opposite side with a strange expression, rhythmically patting the wall with both hands while muttering incantations. His face was reflected with an eerie green fluorescence.
Morse code again?
Xiao Cheng frowned slightly, rolled out of bed, limped closer, and tried to decipher his lip movements by the dim light from the wall.
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