Boom!

Bai Haozheng felt a tingling in his scalp, a chilling sensation creeping from the top of his head to the soles of his feet, leaving him as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.

The ability to extract memories and record them in the form of dynamic comics wasn't actually a skill.

It was one of the special effects of his Nen ability.

As an intelligence analyst for the Special Affairs Bureau, Bai Haozheng had used this ability countless times,

Whether it was interrogating criminals to gather intelligence, healing the psychological trauma of colleagues in the Special Affairs Bureau, or studying the psychological activities of abnormal life forms.

But he had never encountered such a bizarre situation as this.

Dynamic comics should only be dynamic comics.

They shouldn't, and couldn't possibly, become a carrier for transmitting abnormal effects.

Plop.

The left eye of the woman in the painting fell out again, landing between her knees clad in a simple dress.

She reached out her slender fingers, picked up the eyeball still attached to stringy nerves,

And, as if eating an ordinary lychee, she deftly put the eyeball into her mouth, chewing slowly, letting the blood splatter and slide down her neck,

All the while maintaining a smiling gaze at Bai Haozheng outside the painting.

The next second, all the papers disappeared.

Bai Haozheng slowly lowered his outstretched arm and breathed a long sigh of relief.

The papers were successfully returned to his inventory; they hadn't been forcibly left in the real world.

It seemed that they hadn't become an uncontrollable anomalous item—otherwise, they wouldn't have been able to be put into his inventory.

"...Mr. Bai, how do you feel?"

Yu Yi said softly in her heart, still maintaining a vigilant posture, ready to draw her sword at any moment.

The others were also looking at Bai Haozheng warily.

What had just happened was too strange. It was daytime now, the curfew was long over,

And the inside of the hotel should be safe in principle.

But what was that dynamic comic that turned its head and stared directly at Bai Haozheng?

Had the hotel rules become ineffective?

Or did the woman combing her hair in the dynamic comic possess a higher degree of mystery than the hotel?

"...I should be fine."

Bai Haozheng shook his head, casting a series of detection skills on himself to check whether his body and mind had been affected.

He also displayed his player name to show the other players that he hadn't been replaced or controlled.

"The fact that you can put it in your inventory proves that the situation isn't too serious yet."

Mule frowned and said, "But it's best not to take it out for the time being. That thing gives me a bad feeling.

Why don't we go take a look at Dan Fei's room first, collect evidence, and then study these paintings?"

"...Okay."

Bai Haozheng was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded, calmed his mind, and removed the solemn expression from his face.

Deal with problems as they come, and furthermore, being targeted by an anomaly of unknown origin might not be a bad thing...

The group walked up the stairs, with Hei Shengzi and others intentionally lagging behind, staying away from Bai Haozheng.

They were silent all the way, the atmosphere even more oppressive than before.

Fortunately, the eleventh floor was almost there.

The players walked to the right side of the corridor.

The door of room 1172 was covered with a pile of iron wire mesh full of talismans, which seemed to have the effect of defending against and isolating spiritual existences.

Bai Haozheng stepped forward, put away the wire mesh, and took out a large bunch of keys hanging on a ring of iron, hundreds of them.

He picked out one, put it in the lock, and opened the door.

"Each player has the key to the floor they live on, but we didn't find his key ring in Dan Fei's room before. He might have put it in his inventory.

With his death, the key ring for the eleventh floor also disappeared.

This ring is the spare key from the hotel front desk."

Bai Haozheng introduced as he pushed open the door.

As soon as the door opened, everyone felt a strong bloody smell rush into their nostrils.

The room was a mess, with debris scattered all over the floor, and a large amount of blood was splashed on the carpet, floor, ceiling, and walls.

The bloodstains were of various shapes.

"After 07:07 in the morning, I pushed open my door, went downstairs to find Mu Yin Zhi Gui and Hei Shengzi, and around 07:10, I came to room 1172 on the eleventh floor and knocked on Dan Fei's door."

Bai Haozheng introduced, "After waiting for 15 seconds without any response, I opened the door with the spare key and saw a room full of bloodstains,

As well as the arms and legs that fell at the door."

He stepped over the threshold and walked a few steps forward, squatting down in a certain part of the living room.

Using the materialized white Nen ability, he created a left arm and a right leg on the carpet.

"Next to the arms and legs, there were also sticky notes with Dan Fei's saliva and bloodstains, as well as paper and pens."

Bai Haozheng also created phantoms of the sticky notes and other items to show the other players their locations.

"Hei Shengzi stayed in the corridor, and Mu Yin Zhi Gui and I entered the room, calling Dan Fei's name while searching the room.

We didn't find him.

After briefly reading the contents of the sticky notes, we temporarily concluded that Dan Fei had received the sticky notes last night and had already met with an accident.

We left the room at 07:13, sealed off 1172, and went to notify the others.

That's my experience."

Bai Haozheng paused and said, "Originally, if I used memory sketching, I would have been able to better show the scenes in my memory,

But the situation is special now, so I won't do that."

"Okay."

Li Ang nodded in understanding, "Can I take a look at the sticky notes and paper?"

"Sure."

Bai Haozheng took out the sticky notes and paper and handed them to Li Ang.

The latter wrapped a layer of vine gloves around his palms, took the two items, and read them carefully.

The sticky note read "Answer the phone, don't answer the phone", written in sloppy English, in two lines, one above the other.

The content on the paper was much richer.

Dan Fei described his experiences in detail, adding the time he observed on the room clock at the beginning or end of each experience.

Shortly after the curfew arrived, he felt some discomfort in his throat, coughed for a while, and pulled out a sticky note stained with his own saliva from the depths of his throat.

He received the instruction to answer the phone and not to answer the phone.

After fear and hesitation, Dan Fei began to analyze.

He took out a pair of headphones from his inventory that could enhance his hearing and began waiting in the room.

Nothing happened between 00:30 and 03:15.

At 03:16, the telephone on the right side of the eleventh-floor corridor rang, and the caller ID showed 101#. Dan Fei was suspicious and did not answer. The phone hung up after three rings.

At 03:30, Dan Fei heard the phone ring again, from next door. He did not answer.

At 03:31, the telephone in Dan Fei's room rang. Dan Fei decided to answer it.

Then, the text stopped.

No one knew what happened in between.

About five lines away, a few more lines of writing appeared, much more chaotic than the writing above.

[She's coming, I can hear her footsteps]

[I'm going to fight her to the death, maybe I can kill her if I use that thing]

[Good luck to me]

[The room is not absolutely safe! They can open the door! Don't]

After the word "Don't", there was no more content.

The above is Dan Fei's experience before he met with an accident.