Although this horror instance is set in modern society, and even includes a police force handling the cases, allowing players to cultivate relationships with the police to obtain clues, however—
This does not mean that players are allowed to use the communication devices here. All communication between players depends on their own methods. They can contact each other if they want, or they can be lone wolves if they don't.
Fortunately, Zhang Da used talismans and had stockpiled a lot of them for communication. After the talismans were lit, he immediately transmitted the information from here.
However, Zhang Da was also cautious and did not reveal all the information. He simply asked for cooperation to get rid of Ruan Qing'an, implying that she might be related to the serial murder case.
When Zhang Da's message arrived, Ji He and the other three were secretly searching through all the case files related to Jiang Shihe's involvement in the police station's archives.
After seeing Zhang Da's message, Cheng Yuwei said with some concern, "Sister Ji, Zhang Da is eager to find the murderer and pass the level as soon as possible. How could he possibly investigate anything related to the serial murder case?"
"Yeah, could it be a trap? He's probably found a clue to get through, something related to Jiang Shihe. But is he really willing to go with us? Something might go wrong..."
Li Hua chimed in, and even the usually taciturn Xia Changhong nodded in agreement. Clearly, none of the three believed that Zhang Da was willing to kindly share clues.
But Ji He was silent for a moment, then suddenly said, "I know what you're thinking. You think we've done nothing all day, right? You're talking about Zhang Da's matter, but you actually want me to go and see for myself."
“That’s normal, I understand, but—you need to understand, the objective of clearing the level is to protect Jiang Shihe and keep him alive. This task is very simple, just capture him or kill all the suspicious people.”
Ji He paused, then said, "The reason I tried to dissuade you at first was because I felt it couldn't be that simple; otherwise, this dungeon would have been cleared long ago."
Just then, Xia Changhong finally asked, "Sister Ji, what do you think is going on?"
"It's simple. The reason must be in the background story. Otherwise, there's no need for the dungeon to give a useless serial murder case. Do you guys remember the serial murder case?"
Ji He explained, "If nothing unexpected happens, this must be the person killed by a ghost. Is it possible that the person who actually killed Jiang Shihe was also a ghost, and that he was targeted by a ghost during his investigation, or that it was a ghost a long time ago?"
Upon hearing this, Cheng Yuwei suddenly realized: "That's why you asked us to investigate the cases Jiang Shihe was involved in before, to see if there were any traces of ghosts, and to investigate the serial murder case first."
Ji He nodded, without explaining anything further, but seeing that the three people around her believed her words, her eyes gradually turned cold.
Who killed Jiang Shihe?
No, actually Ji He didn't have much of a clue either; she was just deceiving them.
All she wanted was Jiang Shihe's help in investigating the serial murder case. Ji He still had one chance to avoid the penalty for failing the mission. If the mission failed, they would die, not her.
In any case, all Ji He wants is to complete the achievement goal, which does not conflict with the goal of clearing the game. She can fail to clear the game, but she can still complete the achievement goal. It is the only one of its kind in the world of horror, with a huge number of points!
Therefore, after arriving at this instance, Ji He did not intend to complete the objective of clearing the instance. Instead, she focused all her efforts on solving the case and finding the hidden, murderous ghost.
Seeing that everyone had reached a consensus, Ji He then said, "To be on the safe side, we can't rush over to Zhang Da's place, just in case there's a trap, but—I have a way to find out what he's doing."
Soon, Ji He took out a dirty rag doll prop. It had buttonholes, a small body, and the whole doll was covered in patches, looking like it was about to fall apart.
After Ji He called out Zhang Da's name to it, the rag doll began to split open, its face covered in stitches, exaggerated and horrifying.
The rag doll cried and laughed at the same time: "Zhang Da—Zhang Da—Zhang Da—"
The piercing sound went directly into the ears and could not be heard from the outside, but it would seriously affect the listener's brain. Cheng Yuwei and the other two had terrible headaches.
Ji He hugged the rag doll, tore off the stitches, and tied them to the three people's hands: "This rag doll can forcibly connect to a person's five senses. This is the last time we can use this privilege."
"Although it cannot harm the person being connected, five minutes of sensory connection allows us to see and hear everything on their side. If the connection exceeds five minutes, it must be disconnected, otherwise we may all die."
After they finished speaking, the scene on Zhang Da's side appeared in their eyes.
...
Five minutes ago, in the stairwell of the apartment building.
Since he hadn't received any news from Ji He, Zhang Da knew that the cooperation was off the table. His face was grim, and he muttered a curse under his breath.
Then Zhang Dacai stood up, holding all the talismans in his hands, and armed himself almost to the teeth before walking towards the gloomy house.
He originally intended to pry open the door, but when Zhang Da arrived at the door, he discovered that the door, which had been tightly closed when he used the props to spy, had now opened silently, as if inviting him into a trap.
For a moment, even Zhang Da hesitated, feeling a bit like he was about to back out. The place was simply too eerie; the half-open door made it impossible to see what was inside, but—
Zhang Da could hear a 'drip, drip' sound coming from inside, like the sound of water droplets falling into the sink when a faucet isn't turned off properly.
But in the instant Zhang Da hesitated, the virtual screen that had been shrunk to a corner started flooding with comments again, all of them criticizing him for being all talk and no action.
Seeing this, Zhang Da gritted his teeth, pushed open the door, and went inside.
The security door, which should have been silent, suddenly creaked loudly. In the dark living room, the curtains were tightly drawn, preventing even light from getting through.
There was a huge full-length mirror in the living room, and in front of the mirror—in complete darkness—a woman in a white nightgown stood on tiptoe, her head bowed.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com