Now the time is... Eleven fifty a.m.

Leon sat in a living room chair, his hand spinning a pen he had made with alchemy.

Kafi, who lives on the tenth floor, was attacked by an anomaly at the beginning of curfew time and died an unknown death.

To this day, players still don't know which taboo he violated, so he will understand so quickly,

I don't know whether the notes in his room were refreshed from the original hotel, or whether they were left or tampered with by the old woman in red.

Kafei's death not only made his brother Danfei and his friend Bob sad and painful, but also made other players faintly sad.

In order to make everyone better surviving, all the players agreed to use the paper and pen provided by Leon to record the events in their respective rooms during the curfew.

In this way, even if you die from an anomaly attack, the information left behind can be helpful to other players.

With years of experience in turning pens in the classroom and far beyond ordinary people's physical fitness, Li Ang turned the pen in his hand as fast as a helicopter propeller blade.

A cool breeze blows out in a dull room with doors and windows closed.

"It's boring."

Li Ang, who was cross-legged, sighed, this time the script task forced players to isolate each other, and Miss Chai was not by his side,

There wasn't even anyone around to talk to.

He leaned back, balancing his chair on the back two stool legs, and looked up at the ceiling of his hotel room.

He had stayed in a similar hotel before, and he had taken on a part-time job as a private investigator online, collecting evidence of his partner's infidelity for a client.

Leon lurked in the hotel for two days and took enough photos,

When the customer saw the evidence, he was so grieved and indignant that he almost wanted to kill himself.

Leon had no choice but to comfort him, although his partner cheated, he still loved him deep down.

After all, his partner went to a Holiday Inn.

Memories of the past flashed in his mind, and Leon sighed and muttered, "I don't know what happened to the others..."

————

Room 0108, the room where the Ω is located, is full of complex and varied chemical experimental instruments.

The alcohol lamp with the skull logo spews green flames and burns the beaker through the barbed wire, causing the scarlet liquid in the beaker to boil, bubble and make a "clattering" sound.

The mist formed by the evaporation of the scarlet liquid is collected by an inverted glass funnel and directed down the rubber hose into another complex instrument.

After more than ten steps such as compression, liquefaction, distillation, crystallization, drying, and melting,

Finally, it turned into small droplets of glowing blue light and dripped into the holes in the helmet of the Ω sitting on the ground.

This most mysterious player, who even Bai Haozheng, an intelligence analyst of the Special Affairs Bureau, doesn't know his details, is actually a member of the Demon Scientist Alliance.

is different from the marginalized people who joined later,

Ω is a member of the inner circle of the Demon Scientist Alliance, and he has mastered the technology that allows him to distill and liquefy the souls of living beings into a liquid made of pure soul energy.

The energy concentration of this liquid is extremely high, which is equivalent to a super magic potion with no side effects.

As long as you take a small sip, it is enough for a Lv15 mage player to cast spells for an hour without stopping.

And Ω, directly let his body be soaked in this magic potion all the time.

A steady stream of magic strengthened his power, making him obsessed and intoxicated, enjoying the pleasure and comfort brought by power.

But in the same way, these soul potions are also eroding his body for a long and steady time,

Even he didn't want to see what kind of horror the face under the fish tank had become.

It doesn't matter anymore.

Ω sat up from the ground and stroked the top of the helmet with his gloved palm, closing the hole in the top of the helmet in the fish tank.

As long as you can live, as long as you can keep getting stronger,

It doesn't matter what a human looks like—do gods care about how mortals look at them?

As long as you can, live...

Tick, tick.

On the walls of the room, the second hand of the clock rotates steadily.

There is still a minute left until the curfew.

Ω silently put away the chemical instruments in the room, took paper and pen from the living room table, and sat down in a chair.

He was looking forward to what kind of test the hotel would give him.

————

[Don't look up]

In room 0308, Liu Wuxian took off the sticky notes that suddenly appeared on the wall, observed them, and put them in his pocket.

She pulled the string of the wooden shortbow apart, and between her fingers was a long, narrow, clear, crystalline, fragile-looking arrow.

She could sense that the moment the sticky notes were refreshed, some parts of room 0308 had undergone profound changes.

The originally ordinary ceiling seemed to have an invisible suction, the light dimmed several times out of thin air, and Liu Wuxi's perception of the surrounding environment was also weakened to the extreme.

This feeling,

It was like falling into the dark waters of a lake, the cold and suffocating pain of the lake eating away at her body, making her desperate to swim out of the water and take a big gulp of air.

Thorn -

Overhead, there was a sound like the tearing of paper,

A large black mass poured out of the ceiling and drooped downward, landing right in front of the tip of Liu Wuxi's nose.

That's hair.

Black hair.

————

Don't have, don't have...

On the eleventh floor, room 1172, Dan Fei, who was holding an obsidian axe, carefully searched the room.

The original room 1108 has been determined by players to be no longer safe due to the recessed floor, and Dan Fei has moved from 1108 on the left side of the corridor to room 1172 at the other end of the corridor.

It was facing the elevator door on the right side of the hallway, and he could still take the elevator out if something unusual happened.

"Whew..."

Dan Fei, who carefully searched the room, finally breathed a sigh of relief, he didn't find the existence of sticky notes.

Although the accommodation guide does not specify the specific time when the sticky notes will be refreshed, from the experience of everyone yesterday, it is generally refreshed relatively early.

Chances are, he won't meet a sticky note tonight.

Dan Fei sat down on the single sofa, casually placed the heavy obsidian battle axe on his lap, and looked up at the beige ceiling.

During the day, players have different opinions about the cause of Kaffee's death, and no conclusion has been reached.

Ke Danfei vaguely felt that what the player named Li Risheng said might be right.

He violated the contents of the note, first leaving his room and then leaving Kafi to say goodbye to him, which led to the death of his brother.

I clearly said that we would live together.

Dan Fei took a deep breath, and just as she was about to exhale, she felt some discomfort in her throat.

Something seems to be stuck.

"Ahem! Ahem! ”

Dan Fei's eyes widened suddenly, and he coughed violently,

He grabbed his neck with one hand, and reached into his mouth with the other, groping hard.

Finally, two fingers touched something, slowly pulling the thing out of its throat.

It was a yellow sticky note stained with saliva.