"Orange juice, coffee, cola, the factional division is definitely related to this. The brown faction is more like coffee, but I chose orange juice twice out of three times, which doesn't make sense."
Shi Jinzhe turned to look at Shehe, only to see her staring intently at a corner, seemingly looking at something.
There are people there.
Shehra tightened his grip and headed towards that deserted corner.
"Can any player become invisible?"
"It's not a person, it's a ghost."
Shi Jinzhe was taken aback. "A ghost? There's a ghost in this round of the game?"
"No, this ghost is a bit strange. She's observing other players, maybe to see whose skills or items they are." Sheh walked faster and faster, wisps of purple mist appearing from her hands.
Before the ethereal purple mist could even envelop him, the female ghost in Sheh's eyes vanished from the spot and instantly relocated.
The chilling atmosphere dissipated, but hurried footsteps came from upstairs, rushing towards them.
Two men and a woman leaped off the elevator, and a man holding a prop crossbow fired three poisoned crossbow shots in their direction.
The high-speed arrow burst out of the vortex and headed straight for Sheh's face. Shi Jinzhe immediately pulled her over, but Sheh neither dodged nor avoided it. She raised her hand and grabbed the three poisoned crossbows.
She tossed the crossbow bolt aside, and the man, having failed, quickly turned away, avoiding her gaze.
Beside him, a flash of white light appeared before Shi Jinzhe's eyes, and another muscular man with veins all over his arm swung a large knife at him. The knife looked to be almost two meters long and was still covered in undried blood.
The muscular man had a clear goal in mind, his face showing determination, and he chopped at the two men's clasped hands.
"A blind man and a pretty boy, and they still can't forget to hold hands at a time like this. I hate you lovey-dovey couples the most."
The swung broadsword came crashing down, and the two men's hands quickly separated. The muscular man missed his target, and before he could turn around, the sound of a bullet being chambered rang out behind him.
His neck was choked by Shi Jinzhe's broken arm, and the cold muzzle of the gun was aimed at his temple and fired three shots, smashing most of his head.
When the blood splattered onto his jaw, he wiped it with his sleeve, took off his blood-soaked coat, and threw it away.
Shech dodged the muscular man, and then a pair of soft, boneless hands wrapped around her shoulders from behind.
The arm exuded a faint fragrance, which reminded her of the air on Azure Island. A surge of anger rose in her heart, and Shekh grabbed the woman's wrists and broke them both.
The woman staggered back in pain, and another figure stepped forward. The man with the crossbow attacked again, switching targets with the woman.
Shekh did not dodge, but swung away the constantly fired crossbow bolts. Only when the man got close and she saw that he finally took out the prop hidden in his clothes did she finally move half a step.
She snatched the silk thread from the man's hand, gripped his shoulder, and the sharp thread, like a meticulously sharpened blade, cleanly severed the man's neck.
"Shekh!"
Hearing Shi Jinzhe call his name, Shehe turned around and saw that the woman had to bend over to avoid Shi Jinzhe's butterfly knife, so he instinctively turned his head in her direction.
Their eyes met, and the woman immediately froze.
"Leave your head behind and ask her the order of drinks."
The petrification stopped at her neck, temporarily saving the woman's life; she was just a hair's breadth away from dying on the spot.
Shi Jin turned around and said, "You three are together. Read out the order of the drinks on the plane."
The woman, in a fit of despair, declared: "Even if I report it, you'll still kill me. I won't say anything."
Shekh placed his hand on her petrified shoulder, and the petrification subsided as she straightened her shoulder. "Speak."
The woman hesitated.
"You can take anything from your teammates." Shi Jinzhe kicked a crossbow on the ground and handed it to her. "I only care about the order in which you drink your beverages."
"...Hey handsome, my hand was broken by your girlfriend, what use are their props to me?"
Shi Jinzhe looked at her petrified arm: "Sorry, I didn't notice."
Shehe dusted her shoulders, still feeling the lingering smell on her. She said to Shi Jinzhe, "When she hugged me, I was crippled."
Seeing this, Shi Jinzhe realized he couldn't get anything useful out of them, and said bluntly, "Then let's kill them. The gunshots are too loud; we shouldn't stay here too long."
Shekh nodded, and before turning around, deliberately made the petrification fade to the woman's calves.
"Don't go! Don't go! I'll tell you." The woman thought, she'll just gamble on one possibility: if they leave, she'll surely die here.
“We came in as a team, and we all drank orange juice three times.”
Shi Jinzhe: "Alliance?"
"Black faction".
"Thank you." Having obtained the useful information, Shi Jinzhe ended the woman's life with a single stroke.
He stood with Sheikh again and tried to take her hand, but Sheikh only reluctantly gave him her little finger.
She didn't want to look at that blood-covered body; she found it repulsive.
Shi Jinzhe himself was disgusted, "Let's go first, I'll find a place to change these clothes."
There was a clothing store nearby, so he grabbed a few clothes and pulled Shekh away.
Sheh eliminated the routes with people and guided Shi Jin through a winding path to the VIP lounge on the second floor.
When the time is up, close the door properly.
Turn your back to her, change your wet clothes, and use disinfectant wipes to clean the blood off your body.
"I'm in the brown camp, and the only brown drink I chose was coffee. The three black camps chose orange juice three times. This shows that the camp has nothing to do with the color of the drink or the type of drink you chose the first time."
“The three drinks are black, brown, and orange,” Sheikh said, sitting comfortably on the sofa, not shying away from watching Shi Jin change her clothes.
"The color is getting lighter and lighter, perhaps indicating a certain degree."
"Degree?" Shi Jinzhe repeated.
The black shirt covered his waist and back, finally pressing down on his shoulders. He paused in buttoning it. "Do you think it might be about the number of times it was changed? Brown in the middle, I just happened to change my drink once."
"Once, twice, or no change?"
“Yes.” He put on his clothes and sat down in the chair next to Schech. “The same choice three times is black, changing it once is brown, and changing it twice is orange.”
"So we can confirm that teammates on the same team only need to look at how many times they changed their drink, right?"
Sher rested her chin on her hand, looking relaxed. Before she could finish speaking, she felt a faint gaze upon her.
It was far away, and it wasn't the female ghost from before, but something else entirely.
She stood up and started searching the VIP lounge by feel. After rummaging through drawers and cabinets, Sher found a small shard of mirror, about the size of a fingernail, behind a teacup.
The fragment was face down, very small, and she held the lens in her palm until it dissolved.
Shekh: "Someone could use props to spy, but this one might not have been set up properly, so the reflected images weren't clear, and the people over there didn't see anything."
"They're using ghosts to see and mirrors to investigate. No wonder the other faction's players are integrating so quickly."
Shi Jin leaned back against the chair and said, "The players here are truly hidden talents."
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The shattered mirror shards did not affect the person on the other side.
Qi Yuping stood in front of the glass of another terminal, with a young woman with waist-length hair sitting on a chair behind her.
"What do you think? I haven't found any high-level players I know in the brown faction. I've observed them enough. How about we split the points in this faction equally?"
The long-haired woman's pupils were lifeless. Standing beside her was a female ghost whom no one could see, sharing her visual memories.
It took her a while to speak, "Wow, this is great, I'm totally sold!"
"What?" Qi Yuping asked, confused. "What are you kowtowing about?"
Jiang recalled the scene: three shots to the head, being blindfolded and petrified, and even holding hands while fighting. These two were very well coordinated.
She said with her very pretty, ladylike face, "I've found a top-of-the-line humidifier and a domineering girlfriend."
"..."
Qi Yuping: Cooperation my ass.
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