Chapter 416: The Little Mute Trapped in the Dungeon is Kept as a Pet (3)

Chapter 416: The Little Mute Trapped in the Dungeon Gets Adopted (3)

Song Chuyi shook his head, taking a small step back and waving his hands in front of his chest.

He meant not to go with him.

But Si Song clearly didn't understand his meaning. "Are you feeling shy?"

"Don't be shy. I'm new here, and you're the more experienced one."

"I still have a lot to learn from you."

"If it weren't for you telling me about the communal dining area and meal times, I would definitely have gone hungry today."

Si Song's mouth didn't stop moving. He kept rephrasing what could have been said in one sentence.

As Song Chuyi listened, he started feeling dizzy. He didn't notice it when he spoke himself, but now hearing Si Song talk non-stop, his head began to spin.

Song Chuyi took two steps back and plopped down on the bed, placing his hands on his thighs, staring at Si Song without blinking.

Si Song: "Feeling tired? Maybe you should take a break."

"Meal time is in half an hour. I'll come back in half an hour to take you to eat together."

Relieved that he was finally leaving, Song Chuyi nodded quickly.

Let's go, let's go!

Si Song seemed a little reluctant. He took a few big strides to stand in front of Song Chuyi, reaching out and pinched his cheek.

"Wait for my call."

Si Song only withdrew his hand after pinching the slightly pale face until it turned red.

Si Song left, and Song Chuyi finally breathed a sigh of relief. He poked the little white bun in his mind.

"I think men are most attractive when they're silent."

Xiaotong: "Host, are you saying you're really charming right now?"

Song Chuyi: "..."

Well... that's not quite what I meant.

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After Si Song left, he went to join the other three.

The four of them shared the information they had gathered.

Wu Xiong lived on the first floor in room 121, with room 122 next door. He knocked on the door but got no answer.

Zhou Bosheng lived in the last room on the first floor, room 123, with no neighbors beside him.

He had gathered more information than the others, like the fact that there were two other tenants in this heartbreak apartment besides the four of them.

One is the mute boy Song Chuyi, and the other is someone named 'Shang Ning' who lives in room 122.

It's still unclear exactly when Shang Ning arrived at this apartment.

Lou Lanyao, toying with his curly locks, spoke in an androgynous voice.

"There was a fire here."

"I found traces of burnt wood under my bed."

After they spoke, all eyes turned to Si Song.

Today, Si Song was acting quite out of character.

Everyone in the Destiny Association knows that Si Song is famously talkative, the type who can't keep quiet for a minute.

Even while slaying monsters in the dungeon, he never stopped talking.

But today, ten minutes in, and he hadn't uttered a single word.

Zhou Bosheng furrowed his brow slightly and inquired, "Si Song, what have you found?"

Si Song brought up the cafeteria and its meal schedules.

Wu Xiong loudly said beside him, "Your info is the most solid; I'm starving."

Lou Lanyao gave him a light glance, his voice tinged with an eerie undertone.

"There's a cafeteria here, but would you really dare to eat?"

Wu Xiong's expression shifted, as if struck by an unpleasant memory, and he muttered a curse.

"Damn, I forgot we're in an SSS-class dungeon."

In regular dungeons, the food might be safe, but in an SSS-class one, who knows what's really in it.

He wasn't about to risk it.

Lou Lanyao eyed Si Song, his gaze narrowing slightly.

"Si Song, are you planning to go?"

"Of course," Si Song replied with a faint smile, "I promised Poor thing I'd take him to eat."

"You mean that mute kid, Song Chuyi?" Lou Lanyao frowned. "This dungeon's odd, with just two NPCs; we need to stay sharp."

Si Song dismissed the concern with a wave of his hand.

"Relax, I've got it covered."

He checked the time with a quick glance. "Did you guys go look for that Shang Ning guy?"

The trio exchanged glances and shook their heads in unison.

"Room 122's empty," Zhou Bosheng spoke first.

"This apartment has three floors, the third floor is sealed off, so there are only two floors we can move around in."

"I also checked outside; this dungeon is a closed-type dungeon, there's no way out."

"Even if they are NPCs, their movement is limited to this apartment."

Si Song nodded.

"Got it."

"Are you guys really not going to eat?"

"Not eating will starve you to death."

The three shook their heads. Si Song didn’t push, just waved and left.

Based on their experience, an SSS-level instance wouldn’t be this straightforward.

It was only the first day. They might not have triggered enough conditions to find clues yet, so they had to play it by ear.

The three returned to their rooms, while Si Song made his way to room 222 and knocked.

Song Chuyi was sprawled under the bed, staring at the charred spot on the wooden board, lost in thought.

It looked like there’d been a fire here. Had one broken out?

At the knock, he got up, brushed himself off, and opened the door.

When the door opened, Si Song slapped a big hand on Song Chuyi’s shoulder, grinning wide.

"Xiao Achu, let’s grab some food."

"I’m freaking starving."

As the clock struck twelve, Song Chuyi spotted a flickering, transparent arrow on the ground.

It seemed to be pointing the way.

Song Chuyi slipped out of Si Song’s grip and followed the arrow.

Si Song didn’t care and caught up in a flash.

"Xiao Achu, when do you usually chow down?"

"Do you even eat breakfast?"

"Do they do late-night snacks here?"

……

Song Chuyi groaned and covered his ears.

So damn loud.

At the cafeteria, Song Chuyi headed straight for the food dispenser.

Next to it was today’s menu: sweet and sour ribs, fish-fragrant shredded pork, stir-fried greens, and egg flower soup.

The menu was decent, but there was no picking and choosing.

The dispenser spat out today’s meal—no take-backs.

Luckily, he was into all of it.

He picked up his tray and found a seat by the wall.

Si Song followed behind him and sat down across from him after he took his seat.

This guy wouldn't stop talking even while eating, his mouth moving non-stop.

"This fish-flavored shredded pork isn't authentic; it doesn't even taste like fish."

"The vegetables are fresh, but they weren't washed properly."

"Tsk tsk, this egg drop soup... it's just egg whites, no egg drops. Did the chef sneak the yolks?"

"Only these sweet and sour pork ribs are worth eating."

Song Chuyi picked up a piece of sweet and sour pork ribs and shoved it into Si Song's mouth.

Would this finally shut him up?

Whenever someone shoved something into his mouth while he was talking, he would stop and eat obediently.

But at that moment, Si Song's eyes lit up as he bit into the ribs and said:

"Xiao Achu, you're so sweet, knowing these ribs are delicious and giving them to me."

Song Chuyi: ...

No, I just wanted to get you to stop talking.