Ruan Chen thought that the fact that the second level was only being opened at this time must have been deliberately arranged by the people conducting the trial.
There were no clocks here, and everyone's belongings were taken away when they came in. Ruan Chen could only judge from his experience of being hungry that it must have been past lunchtime.
Most people were already starving, and the bloodshed that had just occurred on the first floor had created a life-or-death atmosphere that was brewing in the enclosed space.
Currently, only sixty-nine people remain in the Little White Building.
Everyone came out of their rooms, staring intently at the narrow passage leading to the second floor.
The second floor must contain the supplies they need; whoever goes up first will be able to secure those resources.
The passage is open.
Yan Qian knew she couldn't compete with these people, and she was too lazy to force her way to the front—just like Ruan Chen said, for the two of them, the difficulty wasn't finding supplies, but keeping the supplies they had.
For them, possessing something that is disproportionate to their strength is the most dangerous thing.
"Where is Ruan Chen...?"
Yan Qian seized an opportunity and saw Ruan Chen taking advantage of the chaos.
They are searching room by room for the keys that haven't been taken away.
"These are all empty rooms that nobody wants, not even one with a bed. What do you need them for?"
Ruan Chen stuffed all the keys into her pocket. She found five empty, unclaimed rooms. "I'll keep them for now; they might come in handy."
Almost everyone had gone upstairs, so Ruan Chen and Yan Qian headed up to the second floor.
Just as they reached the top of the stairs, a person tumbled down the stairs in front of them. With the sound of bones hitting the steps, the person fell to the bottom floor, brushing past Ruan Chen and Yan Qian's shoes, and blood gushed from their mouth and nose.
"I'm leaving." Yan Qian glanced at him with her dark red pupils, not wanting to linger.
Ruan Chen squatted down, found the device for sending out distress signals in the man's pocket, pressed it for him, and then got up and left.
"I didn't expect that you not only like watching the excitement, but also like meddling in other people's business?" Yan Qian couldn't help but scold her, "The key to surviving here is to mind your own business."
But Ruan Chen clearly didn't listen at all and walked towards the crowd.
When Yan Qian caught up, Ruan Chen was politely chatting with someone, "Hello, I'd like to ask what you're all doing here? Do you know where we can get something to eat?"
The man initially intended to wave Ruan Chen away, but then remembered something. He glanced at the nameplate on Ruan Chen's arm, and his attitude immediately became friendly, even showing a smile. "See those two people? Those are the instructors on the second floor. They're waiting for all of us to arrive before reading out the rules for the second floor. As for the food... you're too late; it's all with the other groups."
After listening, Ruan Chen politely thanked her and returned to Yan Qian's side, repeating the story to her.
"What if this person has bad intentions? Even if you want to gather information, at least find someone who looks kind!" Yan Qian reached out and poked Ruan Chen's forehead. "That guy was like a black tower. I was terrified when I saw you with him!"
“He’s not a bad person.” Ruan Chen rubbed the red mark that Yan Qian had poked at him.
She didn't just strike up a conversation with anyone; she remembered the person's scent.
Just now on the first floor, when she had a claustrophobic episode in the dark, this man pulled her up and threw her into Yan Qian's arms. But this man obviously didn't want others to know that he was helping Ruan Chen, and he left before the lights came on.
But Ruan Chen's memory is more than just photographic memory.
The taste is also good.
Ruan Chen didn't even need to think to guess that this was Fu Jianzhi's arrangement.
Fu Jianzhi.
Ruan Chen murmured the name to herself, feeling a strange sense of peace.
She knew he was everywhere.
"What are you laughing at?" Yan Qian nudged her. "What good things are you thinking about?"
"fine."
A moment later, everyone went up to the second floor—many people had tried to find something on the first floor while there were fewer people, but after failing to find anything, they could only come up dejectedly.
Once everyone had arrived, the instructor at the front pressed the button on the instrument in his hand, and the cold, mechanical sound echoed on the second floor.
[Dear prospective trainees, you will be spending the next week on the second floor. There will be no new supplies during this week.]
[Rule #1 on the second floor: Due to technical malfunction, do not believe anything you see or hear here that is outside your comprehension; these are very likely illusions caused by a programming error.]
[Second rule of the second floor: A bell will ring at midnight every night, signifying a new day. However, the bell here will only ring a maximum of twelve times. If you hear thirteen chimes, please immediately activate the distress signal in your pocket and exit this trial.]
[Second Floor Rule #3: No children here. Remember, no children here!]
[Second Floor Rule Number Four: There is no basement. If you accidentally enter the basement, please immediately activate the distress signal in your pocket to exit this trial.]
[Rule number five for the second floor: Someone on the first floor obtained the only pass for this trial but did not use it. Please use it within one week, otherwise the third floor will not be accessible, and no supplies will be distributed after one week.]
[Second Floor Rule Six: Although there are no official rules here, the instructors exist to supervise you. If an instructor forbids you from doing something, please do not disobey; otherwise, you will lose your eligibility for the trial.]
After the rules were read aloud, the instructors silently disappeared into the darkness, and Ruan Chen stared intently in the direction they vanished.
The second floor was in an uproar.
"A pass ticket? There are such things? Does using it mean I can pass the trial directly?"
"Of course."
"Who has this thing? This person is so unethical. If they don't need it, they should just give it to someone else. The rules just said that if we don't use it within a week, we won't be given supplies. We'll all starve to death then."
"Several people were eliminated on the first floor just now. Was it because they were scrambling for the ball?"
"That thing must be in the hands of the survivors. Does anyone remember who the survivors are?"
"Be conscious of yourself and step forward!"
"Either you just use the stuff, or we'll search for it."
Ruan Chen took two steps and walked to the front of the crowd.
She looked up at the crowd, a subtle, enigmatic smile playing on her lips. "I have the pass here. I don't want to use it, but there's only one. Who wants to take it?"
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