The air of the Doomsday Inn slowly spreads through the air of the pungent smell of blood.

Unlike the cool-toned apartments, this place is like a bloody hell. Whether it's the dark red light from the window or the blood stains on the walls, it is a sign that there was a massacre here.

……

Recalling the murderous butcher who almost stabbed him to death, Lin Chi sat up from the head of the bed and looked down at his chest, the previous wound had long since disappeared.

This time, he didn't have handcuffs on his hands, but the equipment he had previously acquired in this space remained on his body.

Lin Chi pulled out the Alaskan whaling fork survival knife and tiptoed to the door, beware of the butcher who might appear at any time. The broken ring in his pocket, rubbing against his skin through the thin fabric.

The wedding ring of the painter's wife was still in Lin Chi's pocket, and according to the hints in the game, the picture frame in the study room of room 302 that could not be taken off needed to "get her heart" to take it off.

The problem is that let alone getting a heart, Lin Chi doesn't even know who the "she" written in the prompt is. With insufficient intelligence, it is undoubtedly difficult to solve the puzzle of the Doomsday Hotel.

So now, Lin Chi also decisively left Room 302 and began to continue collecting information in this bloody apartment.

There was deathly silence in the hallway, and the heavy footsteps of the butcher were gone. Even so, Lin Chi did not take it lightly, holding his breath and walking down the stairs lightly.

Before leaving the Doomsday Hotel last time, he had almost finished gathering information on the third floor, but on the second floor, he had only seen room 207.

At that time, before he had time to search other rooms, he was chased by the butcher, so he could only run all the way up to the third floor and hide in the closet, and finally was found by the butcher very miserably......

Thinking of this, Lin Chi walked slowly to the staircase, and was about to go downstairs when a kill prompt suddenly popped up in his sight:

The player "bald and picks his feet" was killed by the player's "low character"!

"Huh?"

Seeing the new kill prompt, Lin Chi stopped and looked up thoughtfully at the blood-stained ceiling.

The players on the second and third floors are all dead except for themselves, and this kill, apparently, took place on the first floor. In other words, players who are not in the same "space" as themselves have finally started to fight.

"Looks like it's going to pick things up."

Realizing that those guys who were likely to be in the "upper world" had already begun to fight, Lin Chi didn't have time to continue to watch out for the butcher, so he just rushed down the stairs in three steps and two steps.

He knows very well that he is now in the "dream realm", and he is simply unable to fight against other players in the "reality", and if he continues to delay, he is likely to die in this space.

Lin Chi came to the second floor as fast as he could, rushed into room 201, used a saber to cut off the wallpaper that began to peel off on the bedroom wall, and after tearing off the yellow wallpaper, a line of pitch-black text appeared on the cement wall:

"Room 201 was inhabited by an elderly couple who often quarreled and occasionally got into a fight. Because of this, other residents have long been accustomed to the strange noises in this room. ”

- What does this mean?

Facing the puzzle on the wall, Lin Chi fell into deep thought, and then looked back at the living room.

Although the layout in the living room was as simple as the other rooms, the blood stains in the corner of the living room in room 201 seemed to be thicker than in other rooms, Lin Chi walked into the shadow in the corner, looked down at the wall that had turned black, and scraped the dirt on the wall with his fingernails.

Those black stains were actually blood stains that had been coagulated for a long time, and unlike the fresh blood stains in other rooms, the blood stains in this room seemed to have begun to appear a long time ago. Other words......

Thinking of some bad possibilities, Lin Chi stood up and walked quickly to the other bedroom, kicked open the closed wooden door, and then saw an unbelievable picture:

The smell of rancid smell came to his face, and Lin Chi coughed incessantly, and several shelves were neatly placed in the room, which were piled up with human stumps and severed arms.

- The old couple who live in room 201 are not often fighting, but perverted murderers hiding in their apartments!

Seeing that his guess was confirmed, Lin Chi was not too surprised, but walked forward quickly, stood in front of the shelves full of rotting limbs and organs of the deceased, and began to observe if there were any props available.

All of the "collectibles" here are labeled below the date they were added to the collection. Most of the limbs are from 1970-1985 and don't seem to date the map. But......

Lin Chi walked quickly to the innermost shelf, and found a "fresh" right hand in the corner that had not yet rotted, the white skin did not seem to be completely dehydrated, and the label attached to the back of the hand read "1991".

"It's ......"

Seeing the slender and white right hand, Lin Chi immediately recalled the photo hanging on the wall of Room 302. Although the photo was not clear, he always felt that the appearance of the severed hand was subtly similar to the woman's hand in the photo.

- Do you mean......

Lin Chi took out the worn-out silver ring from his pocket, picked up the cold and soft severed hand, and gently put the ring on his ring finger.

Then, he heard a sudden screeching noise in the floor above.

Clang!

It sounded like a loud sound of a heavy object falling to the ground, shaking Lin Chi's eardrums. Lin Chi put down his cold severed hand, and quickly rushed up the stairs back to room 302, only to see that the photos on the wall of the study had fallen, revealing the dark brown metal cabinet door below and the electronic combination lock on the door.

Isn't it that simple......

Looking at the metal number button on the password disk, Lin Chi lowered his head and looked at the back of the photo frame that fell on the ground, and as expected, he saw the prompt text behind the photo frame:

"He likes to listen to the radio."

Reading this line of prompts, Lin Chi immediately realized that the numeric password of this cipher disk should be hidden in the channel of the radio.

So, what I have to do now is to find a working radio in the Doomsday Hotel-

Knock, knock, knock.

While Lin Chi was thinking, heavy footsteps sounded from the corridor again, like a heavy hammer hitting the ground.

Hearing the butcher's footsteps, Lin Chi, who had just put his right hand on the doorknob, immediately held his breath and leaned against the wall, waiting for the terrifying killer to pass through the corridor.

The Alaskan whaling fork in his hand alone can't compete with the terrifying butcher, and now as long as he is discovered by the butcher, he will immediately end up dead!

A minute later, it wasn't until the death-knell-like footsteps finally disappeared that Lin Chi breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to wipe a trace of cold sweat from his forehead.

"Okay......"

He muttered something quietly, cautiously opened the door to the study, and peeked out with a sneaky probe.

After confirming that the "butcher" had gotten out, Lin Chicai finally left room 302 and began to look for a working radio in this bloody inn.