What malicious intent could NPCs possibly have? C3.1

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Chp3. part1

Just as Pei Han and Ning Ge crawled into the next room, the screams abruptly stopped.

The room was a complete mess. The lampshade was broken, the chair was overturned, and blankets were scattered haphazardly. A fierce struggle had just taken place there.

However, both players were dead.

The chubby middle-aged man lay by the bed, and the man in the plaid shirt was crouching by the door.

Two players were gone in the blink of an eye, the situation was dire.

Pei Han went over and knelt down to examine them.

“Both had stab wounds, one in the chest and one in the back, stabbed in the heart, instantly killed.”

The room was sealed off, with no windows, and the door couldn’t be opened during “rest” time. It was a classic locked room. Both deaths were swift and clean, and they were far apart, it wasn’t fratricide, but rather murder by someone else.

However, there was no killer at the scene, nor was the murder weapon found.

Ning Ge subconsciously turned her head to look at the wall above the bed.

The newspaper on the wall was indeed torn, hanging loosely, revealing a movie poster hidden beneath.

The poster had a dark background, depicting a strangely dressed person in a black robe with a bewitching white mask.

The mask’s eyes and mouth were black holes, the entire mask appearing melted and elongated.

Pei Han followed her gaze to the poster, and was about to speak when hushed voices came from outside the door.

Ning Ge glanced at her bracelet, her twenty-minute “rest” was over.

Ning Ge turned the doorknob, the door could now be opened. Granny-grey hair and the others were all blocking the hallway outside. Everyone had heard the scream from 202 and had come to see what was happening.

Granny-grey hair was surprised to see Ning Ge open the door. “Weren’t you two in 203? What are you doing in 202?”

He peeked inside and immediately saw the man in the plaid shirt on the floor. “Someone’s dead?” her voice trembled. Ning Ge stepped aside, letting everyone in.

Two people lay sprawled on the floor. Twenty minutes ago, they were still moving and talking, but now they were gone. The atmosphere in the room was unusually heavy.

The fact that people could die in a dungeon was no joke.

Everyone carefully walked around the people lying on the floor, keeping a safe distance.

Owen, however, approached and crouched down to examine them closely, even turning them over in his hands.

A young man wearing ankle-length pants and with short green hair that revealed his scalp also took a couple of steps closer, peering at the people lying on the floor. He professionally concluded, “They were stabbed to death.”

He looked up, giving Pei Han and Ning Ge a suspicious look. “Why did you two get here so quickly?”

Owen seemed to know Pei Han well. He immediately looked up and chuckled. “If you have bad eyesight, keep quiet. Didn’t you see the hole in the wall?”

A large hole was now visible in the wall. The green haired man fell silent.

The sales clerk pointed to the bedside table. “Look at that poster. I’ve seen that movie, it’s quite old, very famous. It’s about a masked person with a sharp knife stabbing anyone they see…”

“Yes, I’ve seen it too,” said the Granny-grey hair man.

Ning Ge looked up at the poster.

Unlike her brother, Ning Ge had absolutely no interest in horror movies. In fact, in her somewhat hazy memory, she couldn’t recall a single horror film and had no idea who was who.

A strange idea simultaneously popped into everyone’s head.

Granny-grey hair muttered, “Could it be… the person on the poster came down and killed someone?”

Ning Ge had clearly heard the people in room 202 tear up the newspaper first, and then the incident happened.

When she and Pei Han knocked on the wall and came in, they didn’t see anyone, nor did they hear anyone leave.

The poster murder theory, while seemingly absurd, was, in the current situation, a reasonable deduction.

Granny-grey hair asked everyone, “Has anyone else torn the newspapers up in the room?”

Everyone shook their heads.

In such a strange place, only a few people dared to tear up the newspapers pasted on the wall.

The Sales clerk glanced at the menacing poster. “This poster…could it be the anchor point?”

The Green Hair guy scoffed, “What a noob. An anchor point isn’t so easy to find, right under your nose!”

The Sales clerk wasn’t discouraged. After thinking for a moment, she came up with another idea: “What if that thing comes down to kill again? How about we…cover it up again?”

The idea of ​​covering it up was quite good.

Granny-grey hair pondered, “But there’s nothing to cover it with. How about we use a bed sheet?”

Ning Ge said, “I know where there are newspapers and glue. I saw them just now.”

She went downstairs to the front desk, rummaged through a corner of the cabinet, found a stack of old newspapers, and then found glue in a drawer. She took it back to room 202 upstairs.

The Sales clerk and Ning Ge applied glue to the edges of the newspapers together.

Ning Ge climbed onto the bed, holding a newspaper and examining the masked figure on the poster. “This face is a bit scary at first glance, but looking closer, it’s actually quite funny.”

The Sales clerk glanced at it and couldn’t help but agree: “It really is a bit.”

Owen added, “The stylist went overboard with this. Instead of falling into the uncanny valley, they climbed out of it.”

“What nonsense are you talking about?” The green-haired guy glanced at the poster fearfully. “In novels, those who disrespect ghosts and spirits are the first to die. Hurry up and pray!”

*Slap*.

Ning Ge slapped the newspaper onto the poster and pressed it around the edges. Done.

The green-haired guy muttered incantations and prayed over the pasted newspaper.

Owen asked curiously, “If you fiddle with it like that, it won’t want to kill you, right?”

The green-haired guy: “…”

Ning Ge hesitated for a moment, then spoke, “Actually, I have an idea.”

Everyone looked at her.

“I think we can break through all the walls between the rooms,” Ning Ge suggested.

“The bracelet insists on separating us into pairs and locking us in secret rooms, which likely means that the strength of the two players and the killing potential are roughly balanced. If we break through the walls and support each other, it might be safer.”

Ning Ge thought this because the bracelet mentioned eliminating dungeons with excessively high death rates, suggesting it was pursuing balance rather than indiscriminate killing.

Therefore, the strength of the players and their opponents in the mission should also be roughly equal.

Breaking down walls and allowing players to help each other could give players an advantage through numbers, turning one-on-one battles into gang fights.

No one spoke.

Breaking through the walls meant cooperation and also sharing the burden.

In the ensuing silence, Pei Han, who had been leaning against the wall watching the commotion, suddenly spoke up, coldly saying, “Interesting. She wants to help you, and you’re not even grateful.”

Having spoken, Owen turned to the Sales clerk and asked, “Shall we smash it?”

The Sales clerk nodded and said to Ning Ge, “We’re in room 204 next to yours, we’ll smash it together with you.”

With them leading the way, the others readily agreed to smash the walls.

Only the Green-haired guy looked unwilling.

He and Granny-grey hair were assigned to the same room, both were young men with experience in dungeons and didn’t really want to share the hardship with this group of elderly, weak, and disabled people.

But since everyone agreed to smash the walls, even Granny-grey hair was eager to try, Green Hair had no choice but to reluctantly agree.

Everyone picked up chairs and started working.

The walls were thin, and it didn’t take much effort to smash a large enough hole in the wall of each room.

Now, rooms 201 through 205 are all connected.

Ning Ge continued to suggest, “Once the ‘rest’ time begins, why don’t we all crawl through the hole into one room and gather together so we can look after each other?”

Ning Ge thought it was feasible.

Just now, she and Pei Han had crawled through the hole in the wall during the ‘rest’ time, moving from 203 to the next room, 202, without any punishment.

This suggestion ignored the bracelet’s command to separate rooms, even more audacious than making a hole in the wall.

This time, the green-haired guy absolutely disagreed, calling it reckless.

Even Granny-grey said, “Anyway, the rooms are already connected, and the rooms are small, it’s not much different from staying in one room.”

They were all too hesitant to take such a big risk, so Ning Ge had to give up.

[Ah!!!]

Ning Ge: “…”

The thought popped into her head again.

[I wanted to come up and see what they needed, but someone died??] Ning Ge listened silently, wondering what else it wanted to do.

[What to do? Do they need a weapon for self-defence? There’s a fire axe in the storage room at the corner of the stairs.]

[Unfortunately, there are five rooms here, and only one axe. Who should get it?]

[How about this, whoever grabs it gets it.]

[Let’s fight! Let’s fight!]

Ning Ge: “…”

This is just stirring up trouble.

Ning Ge turned and went downstairs, returning in a flash, clutching a gleaming fire axe.

She walked directly to Pei Han and handed him the axe.