Belvoir Inn, corridor

The Belvoir Hotel was built in the Middle Ages, the corridors are decorated with wood, under the high vaults, on both sides are dark pillars, next to the pillars stand a number of medieval armored knights, some knights carry swords, some knights hold axes, some knights hold shields, silver-white armor slightly glowing, they stand on both sides of the corridor, as if the most faithful guardian of the castle, guarding the peace of every night.

Stepping across the red carpet, Arthur counted the numbers in the rooms on both sides and walked towards his room. He wondered if he should stay up all night. If you sleep too deeply and hear the siren, will you die because of it?

Only then did he know the three code names: Colin, Icarus, and the Duke.

Icarus is one of the big three in the upper circle, and his combat power should not be underestimated, and if the game really starts, he must avoid such players.

But what are the rules of the game?

The judge used to say that the rules are different for every game.

Could it be that this time it's not just a killing game?

Arthur lowered his head slightly and pondered, he was the only one in the cold corridor, and the lights of the corridor cast his shadow on the walls on both sides, looking a little lonely.

Just then, a man approached from around the corner in front of him.

The two passed by, either because the corridor was narrow, or because Arthur was so caught up in his own thoughts that he didn't pay attention to the other, and the two of them bumped lightly on the shoulder, and Arthur came back to his senses from his musings.

"I'm sorry, I didn't pay attention to the road." Arthur politely apologized.

looked up, but met the man's indifferent eyes.

His eyes are like the deepest ice cellar in winter, without a trace of temperature, thin face, slightly stubble, pursing his lower lip, striking that there is a long scar on his cheek, starting from the right eyebrow peak, cutting the bridge of the nose, and spreading to the left chin, the wound has healed, but it has left an indelible scar, making his whole person look a little fierce.

（…… Is this the anchoring effect? ）

Arthur pondered silently, looking away.

"......" The man did not say a word, but turned sideways and left.

Suddenly, Arthur saw a key drop from the ground.

"Please wait!"

Hearing this, the man paused, turned sideways to look at him.

Arthur picked up the key from the ground: "Your key has been dropped. ”

"......" The man looked at Arthur, reached out and took the key, and walked away without looking back.

(What a withdrawn person)

Arthur looked at his distant back and remembered the door number on the key—

(Room 7656?) ）

(He is also a guest of this hostel...... ? ）

Belvoir Inn, Room 2434

The dim light flickered at the end of the hallway, and Arthur pushed open the heavy wooden door to reveal a neat and clean room. The ceiling is decorated with carved wood, a hanging lamp hangs from the center of the room, two frosted glass windows block the darkness of the night outside the hotel, white curtains hang from the windows, and the floor is covered with brown plush carpets lined with dark wooden furniture. At one end of the room is a single bed covered with snow-white sheets, and at the other end there are two single sofas by the window, in front of which is a square wooden tea table with kettles and other daily necessities.

"Click." Arthur closed the door with his backhand and slowly walked into the room.

The room is filled with the fragrance of roses, and there is no incense device in the room, but this faint smell seems to be everywhere, which is refreshing. He walked to the window and tried to push it open, only to find that it was locked and could not be opened from the inside, locking people in the medieval castle as if to prevent someone from escaping.

(Is it captivity again...... ）

He couldn't help but frown as he thought so.

Raindrops, lapping against the window lattice.

Outside the window was a dark night sky.

In the thick clouds in the distance, white lightning can occasionally be seen piercing the sky, and by the light of the lightning, you can faintly see a minaret rising in the northwest.

The minaret, he'd ever seen.

The tower is plunged straight into the clouds, and the top of the tower is not visible at a glance.

In the first game, he saw it.

Just as he was looking into the distance, there was a knock on the door behind him.

"Knock knock."

Someone is coming, who will it be? Visitors to the Kasbah at night.

Arthur hesitated for a few seconds, but opened the door.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw the hostess at the front desk of the hotel holding her arms and leaning against the door frame, raising her eyes and smiling at him: "Good evening, sir." ”

If you look closely, you can find that her figure is more concave and convex, the neckline of the uniform is pulled down, and the plump breasts can be seen slightly, she buttons her abdomen, showing the slenderness of her waist, the skirt only covers the thighs, the long legs under the skirt are wearing black stockings, black stiletto heels, she leans against the door frame, and points her other foot, looking charming but playful.

Sensing the man's gaze, the hostess smiled faintly: "Is this dress good-looking?" ”

"Uh......" Arthur looked away in embarrassment, "may I ask you something?" ”

"Oh yes, I almost forgot." The hostess chuckled, she lowered her head, put her fingers painted with red nail polish to the low neckline, and pulled a card from one side of her bra, "Someone at the front desk asked me to give you this card." ”

Seeing such movements, Arthur only felt his cheeks heat up.

He was glad that he had gauze wrapped around his face, otherwise he would have been seen by the waitress on his red cheeks.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he took the card anyway.

It was a card made of slightly yellowed letterhead, with only a succinct sentence on it: Dear Mr. Arthur, at twelve o'clock tonight, please come to the banquet hall on the seventh floor, Judge.

"Excuse me...... Who gave me the card? ”

"I don't know." The waitress replied nonchalantly, "I also found a stack of cards under the guest book, and the words on it are the same, but the recipient is different." Who made me a receptionist, I can only run errands and deliver letters. ”

"You said there's a stack of cards?"

"Yes, your room is close, I came to you first, and there are still ten rooms to run." The hostess pouted without concealment, and coquettishly, "Running around, my calves are going to get thicker." ”

"There should be 12 of them." Arthur looked at the waitress in front of him in a low voice, "You came to my room first, so there should be 11 cards left to give, but you said there are still 10 rooms to ......"

Hearing this, the waitress smiled lightly: "I can't see it, you are still a careful person." ”

As she spoke, she brushed her curls from her sideburns and turned away.

"Wait, who the hell are you?"

The hostess stopped and smiled back: "Nice to meet you, Arthur, my code name is [Beauty]. ”