Chapter 219: Huaishu Road Construction Site Strange Tales 17

Chapter 219: Huaishu Road Construction Site Strange Tales 17

"Black Feather Guild Channel"

Qin Fei: "How's it going? Did you open the door?"

Qin Fei: "?"

Qin Fei: "Make a sound if you're still alive."

Qin Fei: "."

After Mi Yang said, "It seems to have chosen my side," there was no new message in the guild channel for a full 15 minutes.

Although the system had just announced that the second round of the game had ended, it did not explicitly confirm whether the players were safe.

Qin Fei remained crouched in the corner of the Property Management Office.

The slender young man, hunched over slightly, blended completely with the dark corner.

He stared silently at the guild chat panel, raising one eyebrow in confusion after a while.

What exactly is going on?

Mi Yang couldn't have really died, right?

It shouldn't be that bad...

Just as Qin Fei was pondering whether he needed to go downstairs to burn some paper money for Mi Yang, a reply finally came through.

Mi Yang: "Squeak."

Mi Yang: "Damn, damn, damn! That scared me to death!"

On the other end of the corridor, in the Accounting Office, Mi Yang and Chen Zaocha each lay in a corner.

As experienced players, they dared not get too close to each other.

After all, an unknown ghost was lurking in the same corridor as the players.

Mi Yang hadn't replied to Qin Fei earlier because he was confirming his identity with Chen Zaocha. After some probing and discussion, the two were now somewhat reassured.

Qin Fei quickly responded again.

Qin Fei: "Good, you're alive."

Qin Fei: "But... are you still you?"

Reading this, Mi Yang's pupils widened slightly.

The eerie undertone of the words chilled his fingertips. After a moment of stunned silence, Mi Yang understood what Qin Fei meant.

They couldn't meet face-to-face, and their only means of communication was text. Qin Fei probably worried that he might have been contaminated by the ghost, making it hard to tell from a few words.

Mommy Yang was touched; Xiao Qin truly cared about him.

Mi Yang: "I'm really fine. I was talking to Chen Zaocha just now."

Qin Fei: "Prove it?"

Mi Yang: "How do I prove it?"

Qin Fei: "We've known each other for so long. What kind of relationship do we have now?"

Mi Yang: "?"

Mommy Yang was completely dumbfounded.

The live stream chat exploded:

"? What kind of relationship!?"

"What kind of wild question is this?"

"If you ask like that, I'll start imagining things!"

Qin Fei didn't let Mi Yang stay confused for long and quickly provided three options.

Qin Fei: "A. Teammate, B. Friend, C. Parent-child."

Mi Yang: "??????"

Mi Yang almost wore out the question mark key, his eyes darting between the three options before finally realizing Qin Fei was teasing him.

This jerk was taking every opportunity to mock him for being fooled before!

Mi Yang endured it and typed a single word: "Scram!!!"

Qin Fei quickly replied: "OK, confirmed you're fine."

Mommy Yang almost rolled her eyes to the sky.

The five-minute break soon ended, and the third round of the game officially began.

The players' nerves, which had just relaxed, tightened once more.

As they had anticipated, the footsteps in the corridor during the third round were identical to those in the first round.

The female ghost has appeared again.

Silence envelops the corridors.

Some players shut their eyes tightly, while others cover their mouths with both hands, terrified of making any sound in their extreme fear.

Fortunately, it seems that Lady Luck hasn't completely abandoned them.

In this round, the female ghost once again chose an empty room.

The break time for the third round is longer, a full ten minutes, but unfortunately, this does little to improve anyone's mood.

Mi Yang frowns deeply, "This is unbearable. It would be better to just get it over with."

Extending the break time doesn't reduce the players' chances of death.

On the contrary, the continuous tension makes it hard for adrenaline levels to drop.

Over time, even the mind becomes dazed, and one feels as if they are floating in a dizzying cloud.

Fourth round.

The footsteps stop outside Qin Fei's door.

Mi Yang: "Did you hear whose footsteps those were this time?"

Mi Yang: "Why do I feel like they're exactly the same as in the previous round?"

Could it be that their assumption was wrong, and the turns between players and ghosts are not fixed but random?

Qin Fei's gaze is half-lowered.

He doesn't move, and the person outside doesn't knock on the door either.

The footsteps indeed stopped at the entrance of the Property Management Office.

From the sounds heard earlier, the person outside seemed to have walked straight towards this direction.

Mi Yang is right; the footsteps in the corridor this round are identical to those in rounds one and three.

Analyzing logically, the one standing outside Qin Fei's door must be the ghost.

Mi Yang: "Why do I feel like that ghost is heading towards you? Are you sure you're at the Property Management Office?"

Mi Yang: "Have you locked the door?"

Earlier, Mi Yang had informed Qin Fei that when Chen Zaocha pressed the handle of the Accounting Room's door, a dual-choice prompt appeared, allowing Mi Yang to choose whether to open or keep the door closed.

The door of the Accounting Room had been locked with a prop lock by Mi Yang, but after he chose to open it, the lock malfunctioned, and the door automatically opened.

Now.

This prompt appears in the air before Qin Fei.

The young man's expression tightens slightly.

The air is filled with a heavy aura of death. On the other side of the light screen, the audience in the live stream watches intently, almost afraid to blink, as if any careless movement might disturb the player in the scene.

What should we do?

The turn of events is too sudden. How did things end up like this?

The spirits look at each other in confusion.

"Will he... die?" a spirit asks, voicing a question many viewers dare not face.

Yes, Xiao Qin is strong. Wrapped in the guise of a newcomer who has only entered the rule world for less than half a year, his many brilliant moves during this period have been almost mythologized.

He has gained fame among players and is equally popular among spirit viewers.

Countless eyes follow him, and many cheer for him all night long.

However, precisely because of this, many spirits watching Qin Fei's live stream often forget one thing.

He is, after all, just an ordinary human.

No matter how outstanding a human is, when faced with the pressure from the system, they are merely tiny ants.

The spirits stare blankly at the light screen, their gazes scattered.

They had already heard the analysis of the two players earlier, and all the viewers now understand a fact.

Once the ghost knocks on your door, death is inevitable.

In the past few months, there have been countless times when viewers have exclaimed, "Xiao Qin is surely dead this time."

But without exception, every time, the player manages to escape danger.

What about this time?

It seems that things have reached a dead end, the outcome predetermined, and the future bleak.

Will a miracle happen this time?

Under the exceptionally tense gaze of the audience, the player in the scene slowly opens his mouth.

"I choose to open the door."

He didn't make a sound, but from the changes in his lip movements, the audience had already seen everything.

"Gulp."

An audience member swallowed quietly.

The live streaming hall suddenly fell silent, and all the spirits were looking in this direction.

Some audience members were pushing forward, while some fans in the front row slowly retreated, as if they couldn't bear to see the potentially bloody scene that might follow.

...

The reason Qin Fei made such a choice was not entirely to protect his teammates who might appear in the corridor in the next round.

He had his own reasons for choosing to open the door.

Firstly, the footsteps outside the door were too brief.

Just as Qin Fei heard earlier, the owner of the footsteps stepped into the corridor without any hesitation, directly heading towards the Property Management Office and then directly chose this door.

Based on the female ghost's behavior in the previous two rounds, she wasn't the type to act without thinking.

Every time before, the female ghost would linger in the corridor for a long time, knocking on each door carefully, listening closely, and only then making her decision.

If the one outside the door was a ghost, there was only one possible reason for her to act like this.

That is, the ghost had already determined that someone was inside the Property Management Office before this round began.

But this possibility was low.

The female ghost hadn't knocked on this door before. The last opportunity she had to gather information was in the third round. If she had decided that someone was in this room during the third round, why didn't she choose this room directly instead of another empty one?

This would be completely unnecessary.

Apart from the female ghost, the only ones who knew someone was in this room on the sixth floor were Mi Yang and perhaps Chen Zaocha, who shared a room with him.

However, neither of these two were chosen this round.

Since all these options were ruled out,

the one standing outside could only be—

Messages kept popping up on the Guild panel: "Xiao Qin?"

Mi Yang: "What's going on now?"

Mi Yang: "Did you open the door?"

The thin wooden door was slowly opening, and the creaking sound of the hinges was particularly piercing in the dead silence.

Qin Fei didn't get up; he remained seated.

He rubbed the black crystal ring below his knuckles, and the inner part of the ring, where it touched his skin, was gently warming up.

The young man lifted his gaze.

His eyes met those of the person outside the door.

...

For four whole minutes, Qin Fei did not reply to the messages. During these four minutes, Mi Yang almost scared himself to death.

Chen Zaocha, who had been severely frightened in the second round and had survived, was originally in a state of indifference.

But Mi Yang's obvious tension in the same room made Chen Zaocha feel uneasy as well, asking Mi Yang every 15 seconds with gestures: "Has he replied to your message?"

Mi Yang stared at the Guild panel motionlessly, and Chen Zaocha stared at Mi Yang motionlessly.

Just as both were so worried that they almost forgot to breathe, Qin Fei finally responded.

Qin Fei: "I'm fine."

Qin Fei: "I opened the door. It's W. I've confirmed his identity."

Mi Yang slumped to the ground, letting out a long sigh of relief.

The rest period between the fourth and fifth rounds extended to 15 minutes.

In the fifth round, the female ghost appeared again.

This time, she still hesitated between the rooms, and her luck seemed poor, as she never chose a room with someone in it.

In the sixth round.

It was the same.

The later the game progressed, the more evident the increase in difficulty became.

From the fourth round, when the source of contamination was transported to the corridor, it was no longer easy to determine the ghost's identity just by the footsteps.

The game had blurred this aspect, and the footsteps heard by the audience in the rooms were indistinguishable.

In the sixth round, the one appearing in the corridor seemed to be the female ghost again.

She still followed her usual habit, carefully selecting each room as if they were her prey.

Mi Yang had already quietly crawled to the door, pressing half of his body against it, carefully listening to the sounds outside.

And the new message Qin Fei sent in the Guild channel made Mi Yang shiver all over.

Qin Fei: "There's some not-so-good news."

Qin Fei: "She was hesitating between this room of mine and the one across."