"Shh!"
Yin Zhu took off her mask and quickly covered her mouth: "Keep your voice down."
Mu Yunsheng was almost scared to death by Yin Zhu just now. Now, seeing that the person under the mask was still the woman he knew, a strong sense of grievance and sadness welled up in his heart: "What are you doing... Waaah... You knew I was scared and you still scared me... You're so mean..."
Yin Zhu blinked: "I found a storage room on the first floor with lots of masks in it, so I just grabbed one. Do you want it?"
"No!" Mu Yunsheng quickly shook his head.
Yin Zhu didn't insist, but emphasized again, "Don't be too scared. The clown probably won't come anytime soon. But this is a haunted house, so it's bound to be a little haunted. You'll get used to it."
How could anyone possibly adapt to something like this!
Mu Yunsheng really wanted to grab her collar and shake her repeatedly, but Yin Zhu didn't give her the chance at all. She simply squatted down and picked up the newspaper on the ground: "What is this? I want to see it too."
The newspaper article reported on the arrival of the Rule of Tales world on Dawn Star, describing the sacrifices and contributions made by the Chosen Ones for humanity: "They gave their lives to buy precious time for Dawn Star, and nations are seizing every opportunity to find a solution."
Yin Zhu had seen this kind of official jargon countless times online before she was chosen as one of the chosen ones.
In a way, Dawn Star is indeed more impressive than Blue Star in that it can build a city of sin right under the nose of the Unspeakable. If the think tanks of various countries on Blue Star were here, they would be very curious about how they did it.
But it was obvious that Dawn Star had failed.
Otherwise, Yin Zhu wouldn't be here, and Dawn Star wouldn't have become an unspeakable copy.
Yin Zhu didn't think too much about this. Everyone should have their own role and know what they need to do. Thinking about these things for now wouldn't help Yin Zhu leave the haunted house.
As for saving Earth... with so many think tanks, we can't just let them get paid without doing anything, can we?
That would be so embarrassing.
Remembering that there seemed to be similar newspapers on the first floor, Yin Zhu stuffed the one she was holding into Mu Yunsheng's arms: "I'll leave the second floor to you. Thank you for your hard work. I'll go to the first floor and see if I can find any clues for the next area. Don't worry, I'll be downstairs. Just call me and I'll come."
Yin Zhu was simply worried that she would be too scared and reduce the efficiency of the exploration. After all, this place was a haunted house, and it would be strange if there were no scary parts.
Back on the first floor, she went straight to the newspapers in the living room and found a place to stand and read them.
The contents of these newspapers almost all revolve around the world of strange rules and the Chosen Ones. One of them even directly photographed a Chosen One named Wei Chuxing, who was exactly the same person Yin Zhu had encountered before.
No wonder he had to make an excuse to slip away, otherwise he would have scared Mu Yunsheng by now.
Suddenly sensing someone approaching, Yin Zhu looked up sharply. She paused for a moment, then flashed a bright smile: "You're alright? That's good. I'll go tell Mu Yunsheng."
Wei Chuxing looked at her with a half-smile: "You saw it?"
"What did you see?" Yin Zhu naturally knew he was referring to the newspaper, but pretended not to understand, and continued to use Mu Yunsheng as a pretext: "Aren't you worried about your sister Yunsheng? She was so moved by your heroic rescue that she cried her eyes out."
"You really are a liar." Wei Chuxing didn't even bother to maintain a fake smile and directly steered the topic back to the newspaper: "You saw it."
This time it's not a question, it's a statement.
Yin Zhu glanced at the newspaper in her hand again, folded it up, and smiled even more broadly: "If it weren't for the fact that you can't damage things in a haunted house, I would have liked to burn this newspaper. Wouldn't it be more fun if only I knew?"
Wei Chuxing wasn't buying it and walked a little closer with a cold face.
After quickly glancing at Wei Chuxing's clothes, Yin Zhu glanced at the things around them that could be used as weapons.
After going through several plans in her mind, Yin Zhu took a step forward, grabbed his hand, and dragged him upstairs: "Yun Sheng!... Ugh."
Wei Chuxing immediately covered her mouth and glared at her fiercely: "Quiet."
Yin Zhu took a bite, and taking advantage of his pain, she squatted down to break free from his grasp, without continuing her attack: "So, can we talk this over?"
"You're going to bite me?"
“The haunted house only says you can’t hit staff, but you’re not one of them.” Yin Zhu pointed to the empty name tag on his clothes. “You forgot, you’ve already been fired.” This was the first story Wei Chuxing made up.
Indeed, Yin Zhu did not believe the story, but that does not mean that Yin Zhu would never use it as a "true story".
"How are you?"
Mu Yunsheng's slightly hurried voice came from upstairs. Then, a series of rhythmic footsteps rushed towards the stairwell.
"It's alright, I'll bring some good stuff up later. By the way, did you find any clues about the people going to the next area?" Yin Zhu didn't continue arguing with Wei Chuxing and directly brushed off Mu Yunsheng.
"Oh, I think I've noticed something. You'll be up here in a bit, right?"
Mu Yunsheng didn't think much of it and left quickly.
Yin Zhu looked at Wei Chuxing again and stretched out her hand: "So what good stuff do I have to show her? A newspaper with your heroic deeds on it?"
"So you really have seen it." Wei Chuxing's expression carried a hint of pleasure, which in Yin Zhu's eyes gave him the exhilarating feeling of someone who had been oppressed for many years finally getting revenge and turning the tables. Perhaps influenced by the atmosphere of the Riddler of Sin City, Wei Chuxing didn't say it directly, but instead asked Yin Zhu, "Do you still remember the first rule of the haunted house?"
1. Please do not take any items from the haunted house while exploring it.
Yin Zhu certainly remembered, but she didn't think she had taken anything: "What does this have to do with me?"
“If you memorize what’s in the newspaper, it’s like taking something from the haunted house.” Wei Chuxing’s smile was like a cat that had stolen some cream. “Knowledge from the newspaper is also something from the haunted house. You’ve broken the rules.”
"Wait a moment."
Yin Zhu quickly interrupted Wei Chuxing's subsequent remarks to prevent the situation from developing in a direction unfavorable to her: "I didn't."
First deny it, then make up reasons.
It's better than getting yourself killed on the spot.
Wei Chuxing looked at Yin Zhu with the same urge as a cat catching a mouse, wanting to see how a mouse already pinned down by a cat's claws could struggle in its death throes.
Yin Zhu silently repeated the word "item" to herself, and immediately found a direction for her continued sophistry: "The rules only say that you can't take away [items], but how can knowledge be considered an item? What you're saying makes no sense at all."
Wei Chuxing proudly raised his head and said, "The amusement park reserves the right of interpretation."
Just as I expected.
Yin Zhu was waiting for Wei Chuxing's words.
After all, the greatest use of her talent [Writer] is [Interpreting Rules]. In terms of the right to interpret, the chosen one's directional talent has a higher priority than that of the original rule setter.
Do you even know what it means to specialize in something?
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