Time was running out for them, and unease began to settle in their hearts like dark clouds.
They barely slept that night, staying up for most of the night.
The next day, all of them appeared with dark circles under their eyes.
On the first day, when they learned they had to get up at five o'clock, they cursed the system as exploitative capitalists. But when it came to their own lives, they would get up at four o'clock even without pay.
When the group, still sleepy-eyed and looking dejected, met at the corner of the stairs, they were speechless.
This kind of useless tacit understanding is better off without!
It was still dark, the sky was gray and hazy, as if a thick fog had not yet dissipated.
After taking a few bites of bread and finishing their milk, everyone sat down at the discussion table again.
As agreed upon the day before, the group took turns delivering orders.
Fang Zhiyou, returning from the third order, felt as if her mood was foggy, and she couldn't shake it off.
He stared at the message Yuan Qingli posted in the group chat. His usually expressionless face cracked, and his slightly widened eyes revealed his disbelief.
Yuan Qingli: Failure.
Yuan Qingli: The lights are off.
Yuan Qingli: Still no light...
Lu Xingyun is the only one who hasn't completed the order delivery task yet.
The four of them sat around the table, just like they had in the morning, even their seating arrangements hadn't changed.
However, the air pressure seemed to have dropped even lower, and the low pressure turned into countless wisps of coldness that clung to every inch of air. Even the butler, who had seen the world, felt a faint aura of death hanging over the house.
I thought this mission would be easy, but I didn't expect to encounter setbacks one after another.
If they can't find a breakthrough, they'll probably all perish in this instance.
However, the housekeeper's responsibility is not to let them get caught up in this emotional turmoil.
The old butler turned and went into the kitchen, intending to prepare some invigorating food for everyone.
The hall was quiet. Everyone was too upset to speak, or perhaps they couldn't make expressions that better represented their emotions, so even though they were close by, they communicated via mobile phones.
Wen Yuning: [I'm crying so loudly.gif]
Bo Zijin: [Feeling increasingly wronged the more I think about it.jpg]
Fang Zhiyou: Then I'll have one too...
Fang Zhiyou: [I tried to cry as quietly as possible.gif]
Yuan Qingli stared thoughtfully at the statistical table, not participating in their discussion.
A few minutes later, Lu Xingyun pushed open the door and rushed in.
Even the most optimistic of them all was now weighed down by the failure and could no longer show a smile.
His eyes were deep and unfocused, a chilling unease emanating from them. He glanced at the light on the wall: "We failed on the sixth day too. There are four days left. We have at most one more day to try and fail..."
Another day of being brutally attacked.
Even though the housekeeper served everyone a delicious and visually appealing meal, no one ate it right away. They were in a bad mood and their appetites decreased sharply.
"Thank you, Mr. Butler, it's delicious." Yuan Qingli, having already arrived, felt at ease and her earlier heaviness had dissipated, and she smiled faintly.
Seeing this, Lu Xingyun felt inexplicably relieved. He then began to savor the food before him, remarking, "It has a unique flavor."
Inspired by the appearance of these two, the others also started to move and open their mouths.
Even if you fail, be a complete loser who dies a full stomach.
It was 11:30 p.m., and the hall was quiet.
Everyone went back inside, and the three lamps on the wall in the hall were still on.
But everyone knows that by midnight, darkness will return.
No one wants to watch a bayonet slowly pierce their chest, just as no one wants to watch three lamps go out.
Perhaps extinguishing it in one's sleep would be a better option.
But, can you really fall asleep?
...
Anyway, Yuan Qingli was fast asleep, her dream filled with her strange ways of clearing the game, and she even heard the voices of Long Qie and the Jin sisters, seemingly mocking her.
Tell her to hurry back to her job and become her animal trainer if she fails her mission.
Just as Yuan Qingli was about to retort, a rhythmic knocking sound at the door woke her up in the middle of the night.
"who?"
Is it haunted in the middle of the night?
"Miss Qingli, it's me, the housekeeper. I need to speak with you."
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