Before the crowd could fully understand the old butler’s words, he turned and left on his own.
One player couldn’t help but ask what to do about the mess of blood and chaos on the floor, to which the old butler replied casually, “When breakfast comes tomorrow, the waiters will automatically clean it up. You don’t need to worry.”
The players exchanged glances and eventually recalled the old butler’s advice that the rooms were the only safe places. The terrified players quickly grabbed their belongings and headed upstairs.
One of the players, who had experienced the terrifying The Night Stalker up close, raised concerns, “How can you dare to sleep in your rooms? The old butler just said, those rooms could be the ones the killer likes, and he might be in one of them right now! We’re better off staying in the hall until the end!”
However, his words were soon countered by others, “It’s not safe in the hall either. Otherwise, ten people wouldn’t have died directly. We have no way to resist. And who told you that The Night Stalker only kills ten people in one night? The forum posts are just speculations by players. Can we fully trust them? Look at the ten people who died tonight, apart from Xiao Hu Zi, we don’t know what the other nine said! Xiao Hu Zi only said half of the sentence, but he was still killed in the end.”
“So, we should only believe half of what the players say on the forums. Instead of fearing the worst, it’s better to follow the rules and be vigilant. It’s our best chance to survive until the end. But, having more people together gives us a bit more strength. I suggest five or six people sharing one room. The deluxe rooms in the castle are spacious enough. During the day, we can stay in our own rooms, and at night, we can all sleep on the carpet together.”
The man speaking was tall, with a fierce scar on his face, but his eyes looked trustworthy and honest. At first glance, he might be intimidating, but a closer look would make people feel a bit reliable. Song Kefeng thought he might be a fellow policeman. However, considering the scar on his face, the man’s journey into the dream world might have been equally perilous.
Everyone found the tall man’s reasoning reasonable and went upstairs with their own thoughts. While the seven of them were heading upstairs, Mo Yang asked Song Kefeng directly, “Is your intuition always accurate, especially when it comes to criminals? Is the room you and the chubby guy stayed in the one you feel particularly uneasy about?”
Song Kefeng didn’t want to engage with this arrogant fugitive, but the earlier confrontation made him realize that he couldn’t handle the killer on his own.
He answered with a somewhat displeased tone, “I’m a police officer, and having an accurate intuition about criminals is a good thing, isn’t it? Besides, intuition is not something innate; it’s accumulated through years of experience.”
Mo Yang got enthusiastic, “Then why don’t you take a tour of the castle with us and use your intuition to find the killer’s location? Then, the seven of us can work together to take him down! We’ve seen him before, and besides being fast, flexible, and skilled with his curved blade, he shouldn’t have any other formidable abilities.”
Song Kefeng rolled his eyes in exasperation. “Do you think I’m some kind of crime-sniffing police dog? Besides, intuition is just an aid. If you make decisions solely based on intuition, what’s the point of personal effort?”
Mo Yang nodded in agreement at first, then thought of his friend Tang Mian and shook his head, “Well, whether it works or not, let’s give it a try. If we really encounter him, at least we’ll have the upper hand.”
Qi Hong only just realized that Song Kefeng was a police officer, which made him feel comforted. He couldn’t help but say, “Anyway, luck hasn’t been on our side, and our intuitions always lead to bad things. Even if Officer Song’s intuition isn’t accurate, the seven of us can still work hard and probably find some clues. We need both intuition and action, we need to be strong!”
Finally, Song Kefeng was helpless and, together with the other six, walked through the entire second floor of the castle. Along the way, they noticed many players from adjacent rooms had crowded into one room, believing that safety could be found in numbers. In the end, when they passed room number 232, Song Kefeng suddenly stopped. He had a strong feeling of unease from this room.
As Song Kefeng stopped, Mo Yang, Zhou Api, Qi Hong, and Qi Fu became alert and looked at him.
“Is it this room?”
“Should we go in and check?”
“Wait, didn’t I see two people from this room just now, leaving for another room?”
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Zhou Api quickly explained, “My friend here has a strong intuition, and he feels that this room is not safe. We just wanted to inform the occupants not to sleep here tonight.”
The player who opened the door’s expression darkened, and he took a step back, further into the room. “Your friend’s intuition is that accurate?” By now, everyone understood that the game relied heavily on intuition, so they treated such remarks with utmost seriousness.
Zhou Api nodded, “Exactly! Good things never seem to come true, but bad things always do.”
The male player’s mouth twitched, “Thanks for the warning. But my companion and I have already stayed here, so we should be fine, right?”
Zhou Api rubbed his chin and looked at Song Kefeng. Naturally, Song Kefeng wouldn’t make absolute statements, “I just feel uncomfortable about this room. So, it’s better not to stay here tonight.”
With that, he didn’t say anything more, and the seven of them left. After they walked away, the player who had opened the door still had a terrible expression.
“Hey, Liu Tao, didn’t you say you were going back to get something? Why haven’t you left yet?”
Liu Tao’s face changed and he replied, “It’s nothing, just some unnecessary stuff. It’s getting late, so let’s rest first. We can retrieve it later.”
After walking around, they found only one suspicious room, but it turned out to be empty. Mo Yang and the others decided not to take any action for now. They had experienced a battle last night, and everyone was mentally exhausted. It was better to wait until the next day to figure out what to do.
Besides, they wanted to observe if anything would happen to the occupants of that room to confirm if Officer Song’s “bad guy intuition” was effective there.
Back in their rooms, the seven of them decided to take turns keeping watch. When morning came at 7 a.m., they realized that the night had not been peaceful after all.
“… Old butler, last night my companion was so hungry that he went to the kitchen to get some food and never returned. This morning, when I went to the kitchen, I didn’t find my companion. Do you know where he is?”
A female player with braids asked the old butler. The butler turned his head and looked at the waiter holding a plate, and the waiter shook his head lightly, “There’s no sign of any guests in the kitchen or the storage room. We don’t know where the guest went. After all, we retire after 10 p.m.”
The female player’s face turned pale, and then another player started counting the number of people present. Soon, someone exclaimed, “There are only eighty-six people left! Where did the other four go? Are they still asleep?”
Everyone’s expressions changed, and almost everyone felt a sense of foreboding.
Mo Yang also had a bad feeling, but he suddenly realized that the feeling of “foreboding” and “destroying the castle’s collections” might indeed cause The Night Stalker to target and kill them. But since they knew these two points, they couldn’t do anything about it. After all, no one could control their emotions and thoughts.
In this situation where the death toll kept rising, everyone would feel anxious and uneasy. In other words, since the first day they entered the castle, they had already become targets for the killer to eliminate.
There was no need to worry about whether they had actually said or done anything; in the end, people would die one by one, and everyone would feel an ominous premonition.
Until lunchtime, the players still hadn’t found the four missing individuals. But one thing was clear—two of them had gone out at midnight to find food and never returned. The other two went to the observatory for some reason, but they were also nowhere to be found.
“So, don’t wander around late at night. Didn’t the butler say that staying in your rooms would be safe? As long as you don’t end up in the ‘death’ room, you’ll be fine until the end.”
“It’s easy for you to say. Ten people died in just one night. How many people will be left on the ninth or tenth day? Will the remaining people inevitably end up in the ‘death’ room? So, according to what you said, should we just wait anxiously and obediently for death?”
“What do you suggest then?! We gathered in the hall before, but what good did it do? We still had ten people killed by that murderer! We can’t resist him, so how are we supposed to survive this game without relying on luck and intuition?!”
The two argued until they were almost ready to fight, slamming the table and nearly throwing plates.
Mo Yang looked at the broken plate with beautiful patterns on the floor and the heated argument between the two. He thought to himself, “It seems like you guys wish you had died earlier.”
Despite the players’ anxiety, night came as scheduled. After dinner, everyone went back to their rooms in silence. While going upstairs, Mo Yang saw the player who should have stayed in room 232. He was still alive. So, danger only lurked in the rooms? Both Mo Yang and Song Kefeng nodded as they passed each other.
In the middle of the night, a loud noise accompanied by screams echoed throughout the castle. Night watchmen Song Kefeng and Zhou Api exchanged a glance. Song Kefeng immediately opened the door and rushed out, while Zhou Api shouted to wake up the others before rushing out shoeless.
Some players opened the doors of their rooms to check, while others dared not open their doors despite hearing the commotion.
Even though the screams came from different directions, Song Kefeng followed his precise intuition and found five dead players. The remaining two players looked bewildered.
“Old Song! Did you catch that guy? We’re here!” Zhou Api rushed over, and when he saw the two players on the other side, he froze for a moment. Then he smacked his forehead and cursed, “Damn it!”
When Mo Yang and the others, along with the players who had opened their doors and rushed over with weapons, gathered together, they all felt a strange and conflicted mood.
Standing before them were the two surviving players, who were identical from head to toe.
“What the heck! Is this the real or fake Monkey King?!” Qi Fu slapped his thigh and shouted.
The two surviving players looked at him with the same expression and said in unison, “What Monkey King? Hurry up and catch him! He’s The Night Stalker! I saw him murder five people with my own eyes!”
All the players who had rushed over to help were dumbfounded. They didn’t have a Golden Hoop staff or the Buddha to help them identify the real one. How were they supposed to tell them apart?!
[Now, let’s begin the “Guess the Killer” special game in the Ice and Snow Fortress. Please rely on your intuition to guess the real Night Devil killer. Players who guess correctly will get one day of immunity from death, but be cautious; guessing wrong may lead to ominous consequences~]
The seven people: “… This trashy game is impossible!”
[There are a total of eighteen players present. The final result will be decided by a majority vote. Let’s begin the voting~]
Mo Yang saw a question and answer option in front of him:
[Who do you think is the real player Liu Tao, Player A or Player B?]
Mo Yang looked at the two identical Liu Taos in front of him, except for the letters on their heads being different, these two Liu Taos were now impossible to distinguish. They were making the same movements, saying the same things, displaying the same expressions, and wearing the same clothes, completely indistinguishable.
Mo Yang turned to Wan Mei, and Wan Mei carefully observed the two people. He then approached them with his scalpel and swiftly slashed at one of them, but both of them dodged at the same speed.
“Hey! What are you doing with that knife? Stay away from me, I’m the real one!” x2.
“Players, please note that the game is not over yet. Players, please note that the game is not over yet. This game is entirely based on intuition, and any dissection or provocative behavior is forbidden!!”
Doctor Wan Mei gave a disdainful tsk. He randomly chose option A. It seemed simple; if you had them dissected, even if they were copies, you could find differences in their essence. However, this game didn’t allow dissection at all.
Mo Yang couldn’t help but chuckle. “Hey, it seems the gaming world has been tolerating you for a long time.”
Wan Mei ignored him.
Mo Yang asked Song Kefeng, “Old Song, whom did you choose?” He planned to choose the opposite of Song Kefeng.
Song Kefeng glanced at Mo Yang and immediately knew what he was up to. He sneered, “I chose A, so you choose B.”
Mo Yang: “…”
He felt that Song Kefeng wouldn’t tell him the truth. Reluctantly, Mo Yang chose option A.
[Unfortunately, out of the eighteen players present, only seven players guessed the correct survivor, B, while the other eleven got it wrong. The Night Stalker’s power has been strengthened. See you tomorrow night!]
When the game system sound disappeared, one of the two identical players suddenly let out a sinister laugh and, before anyone could react, he used his knife to kill the innocent player Liu Tao beside him. His speed was even faster than last night. However, he didn’t continue the killing spree but laughed maniacally and jumped downstairs.
Mo Yang looked at Song Kefeng’s expression that said, “I knew you would choose A,” feeling extremely frustrated. Among the seven of them, only Zhou Api and Qi Fu guessed correctly. They were all quite unlucky. Mo Yang even thought that if they relied on intuition to pass each level for eight days, they might face their first game failure and punishment in the Dream World. Even with Song Kefeng on their side, it was only the second day.
Damn it.
Hi! Should this be Chapter 86 instead of 56?
Thanks for letting me know, just fixed it.
Not sure if it’s just me but this chapter should be 86 instead of 56
Thanks for the chapter
I REALLY HATE GUESSING GAMES😭 MY INTUITION IS SO BAD💔
Oh, interesting.
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