Chapter 418: The Little Mute Trapped in the Dungeon is Kept as a Pet (5)

Chapter 418: The Little Mute Trapped in the Dungeon is Being Kept Captive (5)

Song Chuyi bolted up and hurried to the door to open it.

Before Si Song could utter a word, he grabbed his arm and pulled him inside.

Then he gestured to the bed, which had been shifted halfway.

Si Song understood the situation with just a glance.

"Xiao Achu is moving the bed?"

He pushed up his sleeves. "Let me help you."

He headed toward the bed and, as he got closer, noticed the scorched floor underneath.

A spark of realization flashed in Si Song's eyes.

His room also had charred marks under the bed, and the same was true for the other three.

Now, even Xiao Achu's bed had charred marks beneath it.

Just how bad was the fire in this apartment?

As he pondered, Si Song kept pushing the bed with all his might, all the while continuing to talk.

"Don't you get cold sleeping alone in such a big bed?"

"Want me to keep you warm tonight?"

"I run hot; cuddling with me will definitely keep you warm."

Song Chuyi: ... (speechless)

Keep your fantasies to yourself.

Song Chuyi ignored Si Song, walked over to the scorched floor, squatted down, and touched it.

The scorch marks were deep, suggesting the fire had occurred quite some time ago.

Without access to the host body's memories, he had no idea what had transpired here.

But according to Zhou Bosheng, if the host body arrived here a year ago, then the fire must have occurred within that year.

The fire had trapped the host body and a tenant named Shang Ning, transforming this place into a nightmarish dungeon.

Si Song kept chattering beside him.

"Xiao Achu, how did you notice the charred floor here?"

"Do you enjoy lying on the floor?"

"The floor's cold; your petite frame could use a warm hug like mine."

...

Song Chuyi couldn't resist covering Si Song's mouth with his hand.

Si Song's lips grazed his palm with a soft 'pop.'

"Accidentally kissed the palm of Xiao Achu."

Even with his mouth covered, Si Song kept on talking.

Seeing that he couldn't stop Si Song, Song Chuyi put his hand down, walked to the bed, sat down, and began to stare blankly.

Si Song sat beside him and playfully poked the back of his hand.

"Xiao Achu, aren’t you afraid of sleeping alone?"

"Are you sure you don’t want me to stay with you tonight?"

Song Chuyi remained silent...

Before they knew it, evening had arrived. Si Song dragged Song Chuyi to the cafeteria for dinner.

Si Song had planned to chat with Song Chuyi after dinner, but at exactly eight o’clock, the corridor lights dimmed.

A robotic voice echoed through the corridor.

"Curfew is now in effect. Please return to your rooms and rest."

Another rule had come into effect.

Having just used an S-grade item earlier that day, Si Song had no plans to break the rules again, so he said goodbye to Song Chuyi.

Before leaving, he tousled Song Chuyi’s hair and said:

"Xiao Achu, if anything happens, just knock on that wall. I’ll come running when I hear it."

The rules applied not only to players but also to NPCs.

In a way, the rules were fair.

Song Chuyi glanced at the wall Si Song had pointed to and nodded meekly.

Though Si Song could be a chatterbox, he was genuinely caring.

After giving his instructions, Si Song headed back to his room.

The sky grew darker.

The corridor fell silent.

Song Chuyi sat on the bed, picked up a notebook and pen, and started playing tic-tac-toe by himself.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps outside the door.

Then came a knock.

Song Chuyi’s ears perked up; the knocking was coming from next door.

The knocking went on for a full minute, but Si Song didn’t answer.

Then the footsteps approached Song Chuyi’s door, and the moment the knock came, Song Chuyi flung the door open.

He looked closely and saw a register hovering in mid-air, poised to knock.

Underneath the register was a wooden stick imitating footsteps, continuously tapping the floor, looking quite comical.

Song Chuyi blinked softly and heard the register let out a frenzied voice.

"Who broke your heart? Why did you two break up?"

Its voice was extremely sharp, as if someone was dragging sharp nails across paper.

Since Song Chuyi couldn't speak, he could only gesticulate frantically.

The register clearly couldn't make sense of his gestures.

But it seemed to realize that Song Chuyi was mute, so it gave him a pen.

Once he had the pen, Song Chuyi grabbed the register and hurriedly scribbled a few words on the blank paper.

"I love to sleep!"

"But now I can't sleep, so I'm heartbroken!"

Even though this is a heartbreak apartment, there's no rule that the object of heartbreak must be someone specific.

What he said made perfect sense.

The register seemed to agree, its sharp voice suddenly softened.

"Oh, poor child."

The register gently patted Song Chuyi's hand and didn't take the pen back.

It bid him goodnight and went off with the wooden stick to cause more mischief.

Song Chuyi shut the door and soon heard a commotion downstairs.

After a scream, the entire apartment went quiet.

Time seemed to fly by after that, and in the blink of an eye, it was already morning.

Song Chuyi clutched the black pen in his hand and was about to go look for Si Song when he heard his voice outside the door.

"Xiao Achu?"

Song Chuyi walked over and opened the door.

The moment Si Song saw the door open, he grabbed Song Chuyi's arm and gave him a once-over, making sure he was alright before sighing in relief.

"It's good that you're okay."

"I was so tired last night that I fell asleep."

"Just now, I heard from Zhou Bosheng that the register was knocking on doors last night."

"Did you open the door?"

Song Chuyi nodded lightly and handed the black pen to Si Song.

Si Song was stunned and looked at the pen.

At the same time, a notification popped up on his player panel:

"A black pen: A pen acknowledged by the register, capable of modifying any rule at will."

Si Song's pupils contracted, and he instinctively tightened his grip on the pen.

Changing the rules... This was an item he had never encountered in previous SSS-class dungeons.

This SSS-class dungeon was truly surprising.

Si Song pressed his lips together. "Xiao Achu, this pen means a lot to me."

His eyes lit up with hope. "Can I have it?"

Song Chuyi nodded. He had, of course, noticed the hint about this pen.

This game item would clearly be more useful with Si Song.

Si Song couldn't resist giving him a tight hug.

"Xiao Achu, you're really sweet."

"Do you like candy? Here, have some."

He pulled out a handful of candies and pressed them into Song Chuyi's hands.

"Go ahead, take as many as you like!"

Song Chuyi looked at the colorful candies marked "Favorability +10" and slowly let a smile spread across his face.

Si Song's grip on the pen faltered, his throat bobbed, and his expression grew more complicated.

"Xiao Achu, you really shouldn't smile like that."

It's way too easy to make hearts skip a beat.