The candles went out all at once, plunging the entire room into deep darkness. All sound ceased abruptly, and Xiao Cheng felt a moment of disorientation, as if she had fallen into an absolutely still space.
A warm hand suddenly reached out, grabbed her wrist with a slightly domineering grip, and pulled her to the side.
Something grazed her ear and flew away, followed by a short, muffled groan. The next second, the lights suddenly came on, illuminating the entire room.
Fang He felt the slightly rapid pulse under his palm and released his hand without making a sound: "It's over."
Xiao Cheng turned around, staring blankly at the body of Number 7 lying on the ground, and replied absentmindedly, "Ah, it's over."
The red pen shot out like an arrow, embedding itself deeply into Number 7's throat, almost to the hilt. At the wound, the flesh twisted inwards in a grotesque manner, and blood gushed out along the pen shaft, mixing with the leaking ink.
"The murderer has been found. It was Number 7 who killed Number 1." Fang He appeared remarkably calm, as if everything that had happened was within his expectations.
Xiao Cheng took a deep breath to calm herself down, then asked, "Who do you think that gecko man is?"
"Gecko Man? What Gecko Man?" Fang He's face showed genuine bewilderment.
"that is……"
Xiao Cheng's gaze froze, and her gesture of pointing to the window abruptly stopped, as an inexplicable chill rose from the soles of her feet.
A gecko-man, cracks, and messy bloody handprints scattered across the glass.
They've all disappeared.
The windows were spotless, without even a speck of dust.
"What exactly happened?" Fang He frowned slightly and kicked the annoying corpse number 7 aside.
"No, nothing." Xiao Cheng shook her head, picked up the four candles in the corner, and put them into the bedside table drawer along with the white paper. "Excuse me, when you go out later, could you help me move this to my room?"
Fang He looked over with a strange expression: "Isn't this how you steal something that you can just casually take?"
"Actually, I came from a poor family, so I have a collecting habit. I want to bring all the good things I see into my home. You'll help me, right?" Xiao Cheng looked at him with utmost sincerity, her big, watery eyes blinking, looking innocent and vulnerable.
Fang He: "...Yes."
Before leaving, Fang He found No. 7's diary under his pillow. He glanced at it briefly, but found nothing, so he skillfully stuffed it into his pocket.
He helped carry the bedside table into room 508, and Xiao Cheng leaned against the door frame and waved to him: "Good night."
Fang He walked to the stairwell, but still felt uneasy, so he turned back and said, "Don't be reckless. I don't want to see your corpse tomorrow."
"Don't worry, I've always valued my life." Xiao Cheng nodded to him and promised, "See you tomorrow."
Fang He stared at her for a long time, then sighed softly in despair, "See you tomorrow."
Xiao Cheng sat on the spring bed, her gaze fixed blankly on the bedside table in the center of the room. Candles were arranged around the four corners of the bedside table and fixed to the floor with wax.
The diary lay open beside her, but unlike before, the new page was blank. Xiao Cheng knew what this meant: the original owner of the diary had died on the third night.
Time passed second by second, but sleepiness still didn't come. Xiao Cheng glanced at the dark night outside the window, and even had the mood to think about what kind of death the game had set for her.
It continued until exactly midnight.
The wind howled outside the window, and the gecko-man lay there, grinning menacingly, tapping on the glass again and again.
"They're here!"
Xiao Cheng's eyes lit up. She rolled over and jumped off the bed, grabbed the broken mirror from the windowsill, turned off the light, and then lit four candles one by one at lightning speed.
In the candlelight, the red-clad female ghost in the mirror glared at her with venomous intent: "You're doomed."
The gecko-man's tapping speed increased, and Xiao Cheng could already hear the windowpane, unable to withstand the pressure, gradually shattering. But she ignored it, sitting beside the bedside table, and absentmindedly tapped the mirror: "Beautiful lady, interested in playing a game?"
Day 4 of the game instance, 7:00 AM.
Xiao Cheng flipped to the latest page of her diary, looked at the garbled text, and hummed a little tune in a good mood. A small corner of the windowpane was broken, and faint traces of blood seeped from the crack. The morning sunlight streamed in, shining on the shattered mirror on the windowsill, reflecting a flickering fluorescent light.
"Ah, what a beautiful day!" Xiao Cheng stretched and got out of bed. After washing up, she opened the door.
He was facing Fang He, who had no expression on his face.
He stood at the door, his hand still suspended in mid-air, poised to knock. Unexpectedly, Xiao Cheng opened the door directly, so he awkwardly took a half step back and put his hands back in his pockets: "Good morning."
Xiao Cheng looked him up and down suspiciously: "What are you doing at my door?"
"I'm calling you in to help collect Brother Number 7's body." Fang He's gaze swept over her shoulder, briefly surveying the room. "By the way, what were you doing last night? You made such a commotion."
Fang He's room was directly below 508, so it wasn't surprising that he could hear the noise. Xiao Cheng coughed slightly guiltily, "No, I was sleepwalking."
"A sleepwalking gecko-like man who's completely naked?" Fang He sneered.
Xiao Cheng feigned ignorance: "Huh?"
“The gecko man fell from your window sill to mine.” Fang He pulled out several pieces of window glass of varying sizes from his pocket, “and then delivered a critical hit to my window.”
After delivering the critical hit, the gecko-man was completely dead, leaving Fang He alone to be exposed to the cold wind all night.
"I'm sorry!" Xiao Cheng was flexible and straightforward in his apology. "I shouldn't have dragged a female ghost to play Ouija board in the middle of the night!"
Fang He wondered if he had misheard: "...What did you say?"
So Xiao Cheng began to tell him about her exciting nightlife.
To put it simply, after No. 7 died, she suddenly had a whimsical idea: what would happen if she played the Ouija board game with a ghost? Of course, the female ghost wouldn't cooperate, but it was using Xiao Cheng's face and was sealed inside a mirror.
Xiao Cheng doesn't need its consent at all.
The Ouija board game didn't summon any new ghosts, but it confused the gecko-man's senses. It mistook the female ghost in the mirror for Xiao Cheng, resulting in mutual destruction.
"I didn't expect them to actually fight like dogs." Xiao Cheng was also quite surprised by the result. "But no matter what, I've already survived the predetermined death point."
Fang He: "...You have a truly ingenious idea."
"Thank you for the compliment," Xiao Cheng accepted it readily.
The two of them didn't go to collect the body of Brother No. 7, and walked to the lobby on the first floor one after the other.
The remaining three numbered people had arrived, looking anxious, especially number 4, whom Xiao Cheng suspected would eventually scalp himself bald.
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