Chapter 207
Chapter 207
[Room 501]
The clue in this room clearly pointed to the fifth floor.
No. 66 looked at the unopened door and quietly changed the last digit to a six.
Perfect!
Standing in the doorway, No. 3 curled his lips into a smile.
When the two-minute mark came around again, his gaze settled on the space above Qingqing’s head.
Two seconds later, a red light instantly enveloped her.
Qingqing was still waiting for the door to open. She never expected that she would be chosen this time.
Within the blood-red light, a hideous, vicious ghost came hurtling toward her.
The ghost slammed straight into her. Her vision warped, and in the blink of an eye, she found herself somewhere else.
Everywhere she looked, the room was packed with a dense mass of ghosts and monsters.
The tongue of a hanged ghost had already brushed against her ankle.
Qingqing’s eyes went bloodshot, and her entire body collapsed limply to the floor.
Zhang Bei’s warning still seemed to echo in her ears.
The scream trapped in her throat instantly burst free.
No. 3 watched Qingqing disappear, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction.
He was a veteran Werewolf player, the kind with a seventy-percent win rate.
After playing for only a few minutes, No. 3 had already grasped the true nature of this game.
There were no teammates here at all!
The only thing that mattered was doing whatever it took to stay alive!
All that talk of ultimate victory was nothing but a lie.
Even within the Mole team, each player had to find a way to sabotage the others.
The one thing he truly controlled was whom he chose to eliminate, so the optimal strategy was to take out whoever posed the greatest threat first!
The door opened, revealing No. 66’s pale face.
“506. That’s the only clue in here.”
No. 3 narrowed his eyes and promptly took command.
“We’ll split into two teams again. Since No. 66 found the clue, let him lead half the group to the fifth floor.”
When no one objected, No. 3 quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
“The rest of you, come with us to the third floor. We’ll vote them out round by round and eliminate everyone from No. 10 through No. 20!”
The group quickly split up. Nie Min glanced down at the No. 18 tag on his body and swallowed hard.
There were only four players left between No. 10 and No. 20.
If he didn’t do something soon, he would surely be next!
A sudden realization flashed through Nie Min’s mind.
No. Something was wrong!
Barring any accidents, even voting all four of them out would take twenty minutes.
There weren’t many people left. Considering how quickly their numbers were falling and the eliminations carried out by the Mole team, they simply didn’t have twenty minutes to spare!
Nie Min’s gaze snapped toward No. 3.
That meant the one person he could now identify with certainty as a Mole was No. 3!
The crowd streamed onto the third floor, then split into smaller teams to begin exploring.
Nie Min took a deep breath and tried his best to look as harmless and innocent as possible.
No. 3 held all the power now. If Nie Min wanted to avoid elimination, he had to keep as low a profile as possible.
Holding a tablet in one hand and eating popcorn with the other, Zhang Bei watched a Werewolf match every bit as cutthroat as a palace power struggle.
There was no greater joy than matching wits with other people. If these players wanted to avoid being sent into a den of ghosts, they would have to put on truly masterful performances.
Qingqing, however, clearly hadn’t understood how this game really worked.
She had wanted the innocent players to band together, but unfortunately, that was simply impossible.
With five people from the Mole team hidden among such a large crowd, it was difficult to catch them whether they concealed clues or muddied the waters.
No. 3 was smart enough, and his performance had remained convincing throughout.
However, his decision to let an entire group out of his sight had been a serious mistake.
As long as that group managed to rescue the Seer, the situation would instantly turn in the innocent players’ favor.
But that was the fun of pitting your wits against other people-you could never predict a player’s next move.
As No. 18, Nie Min, began to act, the situation subtly shifted once again.
Nie Min quietly approached one of the groups and lowered his voice.
“I’m the Seer. No. 3 is the Mole!”
“What?”
“Keep your voice down! Do you want to get me killed?”
“Are you really the Seer?”
Nie Min glanced at No. 3, who had slipped into one of the hospital rooms, his expression grave.
“There are only four people left between No. 10 and No. 20. How long do you think it’ll take to eliminate them all?”
The people standing in the corridor only had to think for a moment before they realized what was going on.
“Then what should we do?”
A faint smile flickered in Nie Min’s eyes. “Spread the word discreetly. When the next vote begins, we’ll vote No. 3 out!”
“All right!”
The furtive group immediately sprang into action and began passing the news around.
Nie Min watched No. 18’s retreating back and silently mourned him for three seconds.
Better him than me.
There’s only No. 15 left ahead of me. I have to change the rules!
This time, it was also Nie Min’s turn to choose someone for elimination.
His gaze locked onto the figure beside No. 3. A scream rang out, and the Good Faction’s numbers dropped by one yet again.
Meanwhile, the fifth floor had become a veritable slaughterhouse.
A humanoid creature was rampaging through the halls, hunting down the players.
Why only humanoid?
Because although the thing had two legs, its flesh had already rotted away.
Three human heads had been sewn into its belly, and each one was gnawing on raw flesh.
In mere moments, seven players were eliminated.
People could unleash incredible strength when their lives were on the line.
“Hurry! Lure it over here!”
The frantic shout echoed down the entire corridor.
A figure stood before an open door, clutching the doorknob tightly.
After two more people sacrificed themselves, they finally managed to trap the monster inside the room.
But no one noticed that No. 66 had vanished from the crowd.
While everyone had been running for their lives, No. 66 had slipped into Room 501.
To keep anyone from discovering his trail, he had even locked the door behind him.
Less than two seconds later, he regretted it.
Room 501 looked more like a bedroom.
There was only a simple single bed and a young girl’s vanity.
Unfortunately, the girl seated before the vanity did not look particularly friendly.
Her face was a bruised bluish-purple, and knotted hair was wrapped around her neck.
“Do you know how to do hair?”
The eerie voice made No. 66 shudder.
“What if I say I don’t?”
“Then you’ll become a doll and keep Ah Bao company!”
No. 66 looked in the direction the little girl was pointing.
A nearby bookshelf was lined with all kinds of human-shaped dolls.
Combined with what she had just said, it wasn’t difficult to guess where they had come from.
“What hairstyle do you want?”
Without the slightest hesitation, No. 66 took the comb and stepped behind the girl.
“Pigtails. If you don’t do them properly, you won’t be able to leave!”
No. 66 wanted to slap himself silly.
Why the hell couldn’t I have just quietly given her a ponytail?
Why did I have to run my mouth?
Who the hell knows how to do pigtails?!
No. 66 hesitated briefly between flipping the vanity over and doing the girl’s hair, then wisely made his choice.
Survival first!
Soon, the small screens popped up, signaling the start of the next vote.
No. 3 had been staring at No. 15 in the distance when a beam of red light suddenly descended upon him.