Shekh: "Maybe he was in a hurry, he didn't have anything to save his life."
Shi Jinzhe hummed in a roundabout way, "I've noticed you've become so understanding lately."
"I was just thinking of a proverb you once said, 'Once bitten by a snake, twice shy.' You see, she's been bitten by snakes so many times while doing pain rating tests and she's not afraid of snakes at all. She must be a good person."
"Okay, you're right."
In Shekh’s eyes, anyone who is kind to snakes is a good person; to her, it means they receive preferential treatment.
He steered the conversation back to the main point, "Are there any rooms on these two floors that smell of blood?"
"No, no one lives on the eighth or ninth floor. There are people in apartment A1005 on the tenth floor, but they're not there. They've probably gone out."
"Then let's go up one more floor."
Upon arriving on the eleventh floor, Schech stopped between doors A1101 and A1102 as soon as he entered the corridor.
Shi Jinzhe clearly said, "Both of them are in trouble?"
"Yes, I've opened the door."
Schech corroded the lock on A1101, and the first thing you saw was a corpse lying flat on the bed.
It was the same woman with short, ear-length hair from yesterday. Her face was deathly pale, with no obvious wounds, as if she were asleep.
There were no signs of a struggle inside the room, and all the items were neatly arranged. The bathroom had not been used, indicating that the two players in the room were aware of the unspoken rule of avoiding high-risk areas like the bathroom.
On the bed, the woman with short, ear-length hair was not covered by a blanket, while the other person had a white blanket covering their face and their entire body.
Sheh conjured a thin, black-gold stick, first prying open the collar of the woman with short, ear-length hair. On her sternum, she found a small scratch, much like a cut from a sharp object, from which the blood was flowing.
She gestured, indicating that the attack angle was from directly above, but the bedding next to the woman with short, ear-length hair was not creased.
Then Shekh lifted the blanket, and next to the woman with short, ear-length hair was her female teammate. The two of them died in the exact same way, both having their blood drained from their chests.
"The wounds are all at the same angle, coming from directly above."
Upon hearing this, Shi Jinzhe realized something, turned around and went out, kicking open the locked door of A1102.
There lay two male corpses, both drained of blood, lying peacefully on the bed.
He pulled open their collars and saw scratches coming from directly above.
All four people were bled out by making incisions at the manubrium of their sternums.
Shi Jinzhe went out the door to find Sher, stepping on the frameless glasses on the ground.
He fell off the pillow when he forcefully pulled his clothes.
Shi Jinzhe picked up the broken glasses, folded the temples, and fiddled with them for a while. The screws were still very tight, so they must have been recently replaced. The overlapping temples indicated that the male player had taken them off and put them away voluntarily.
Is this room the same?
Shekh arrived first and asked as soon as he entered the house.
"Same way of dying, no signs of violent struggle." Shi Jinzhe raised his eyes, his tone slightly surprised: "Same-sex teams are taboo in this instance, they broke the rules."
He and Shekh had overheard the argument between the four men yesterday. They all had their own tempers, and the atmosphere of their conversation was far from peaceful; in fact, it was quite volatile.
Based on his previous deaths and the speculation that they were related to the players' personalities, it's highly unlikely that these four people died in exactly the same way.
In Shi Jinzhe's memories, the young man with frameless glasses loudly said that he had a girlfriend when he was in a team. He and another male player chose to team up because they both had girlfriends in the original world.
As the saying goes, "trouble comes from the mouth." According to the standards of lovers in the dungeon world, what's the difference between two men with partners forming a romantic relationship and cheating?
Following this line of thought, it would be more appropriate to say that their legs were split open as a way of dying.
In reality, they died in the same way as the two girls who weren't involved in cheating. So the reason these two male players died wasn't cheating, but simply that same-sex teams weren't allowed in this dungeon run.
"Forty-nine players..."
Shi Jinzhe sighed, "I don't know if it's because this instance world has traditional requirements for lovers, or if there's another reason."
Although the system is not a good thing and treats players like tools, this wasteful behavior of giving away a kill at the start of the game is really not like its usual style.
"Has someone died again?"
A head popped out from the doorway; it was Lin Xian and Liang Fengzhi, who were dawdling behind.
"Yes, they died again." Shi Jinzhe searched for skill cards carefully, but found none.
Shekh tossed over a few popcorn bombs: "There weren't any in that room either. None of the four of them dropped skill cards. The drop rate is a bit low."
"Never mind if you don't have it." Shi Jinzhe took the item called "Hamster Cage" and threw the rest of the items aside.
Sher said to Sister Liang at the door, "You can take the rest of the props."
They are all already activated, so even cheaters can see them and use them directly.
"Give it to me? Don't you want it?" Sister Liang saw two yellow talismans and a few popcorn bombs among the props that had been swept aside, and she was hesitant to take them.
She wondered why Lin Xian had said the yellow talisman was expensive, and why Teacher Yu had gone to so much trouble for the prop, yet neither of them wanted it, and the prop was just given to her like that?
"No, the stacking limit for yellow talismans and bombs is too high. The points needed to open a new slot are more expensive than the yellow talismans my husband bought."
Stacking limit...
Lin Xian pushed Liang Fengzhi aside, gesturing for her to hurry up and grab it. "You can put 999 of the same thing in one slot. If you exceed 999, it will stack up to the limit, and you'll need to open a new slot. You've met a living saint."
Liang Fengzhi was still uncertain: "But... even if your husband has a lot, don't you still need to use them? You don't share backpacks, do you?"
Shekh: "I don't use this."
She could see it anyway, even a ghost too weak to manifest. She'd rather put a self-heating hot pot in the compartment than put this thing there.
Hearing her say that, Liang Fengzhi felt relieved. "Then I'll accept it. Thank you, thank you so much."
She quickly reached out to collect it, but just as she stretched out her hand, a dart came flying at her.
Lin Xian pulled her back and quickly kicked, deflecting the dart's trajectory.
A forty-year-old man with a side-parted hairstyle jumped out of the door. "Tsk, I almost got it."
Unwilling to give up, he drew three poisoned darts and attacked again.
However, his vision was immediately obscured by a purple blur. A long, dark purple shadow swept past at lightning speed, expanding in his field of vision. The middle-aged man with a parted hairstyle suddenly felt a blackout and fell into the wall behind him with a thud.
The sudden cloud of dust forced the other players, who arrived late, to retreat. Only after the choking smoke cleared did people realize that the man had been shot through a wall and was pinned to the wall inside room A1104.
"Such a complete human-shaped hole! I thought I could only see walls like this in anime," Gao Fei complained to Shi Yan, using the people in front of her as cover.
Unlike her, Shi Yan muttered to herself, "This time, it's either death or serious injury."
He squeezed forward two steps and saw a middle-aged man with a 3:7 parting slide down the wall and fall face down on the ground.
Across the corridor, Shekh slowly turned to face the person. "Who gave you permission to steal what I gave you?"
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