No one objected. The players left room 1172, closing the door behind them and setting up a mechanism to alert them if it was opened later.

Afterward, the players searched the eleventh and tenth floors,

focusing on Kafi's room, 1008, and the fixed telephone on the left side of the tenth-floor corridor, which might have been used to make calls the previous night.

Unfortunately, they found no trace of Dan Fei or anything unusual.

After some thought, Bai Haozheng suggested that Li Ang concoct some tape to stick to the fixed telephones on the tenth and eleventh floors.

That way, if the telephones were picked up and used, the players would notice—assuming the tape wasn't refreshed away by the hotel corridor's properties during curfew.

The day passed quickly, and as night fell, the players returned to their respective rooms.

"I wonder if a sticky note will appear tonight..."

Li Ang sat on the sofa in the living room of 0508, holding a pen and paper, watching the clock on the wall.

After the battle last night, room 0508 was in a mess.

For a better living experience, and to make it easier to find new sticky notes, Li Ang

specially cleaned the room at eleven o'clock, putting the tables and chairs back in place, and using alchemy to collect the large amount of salt particles remaining in the carpet, turning them into balls.

As for the four paintings, Li Ang did not hang them back in their original positions, but stacked them together in the corner of the room,

to prevent them from resurrecting again tonight and causing trouble for Li Ang.

Over the past two days, the players could feel the secrets or rules of the hotel gradually being revealed, and some of the contradictions were particularly concerning to him.

The third task of the second-stage mission was for players to gain 500 experience points and game coins for each life form they eliminated in the Dolphin Hotel, in any form.

However, from the moment everyone stepped into the hotel until now, no one had killed a life form inside the hotel.

Wanli Fengdao caught a green bottle fly in his room on the first night, whose flying speed and destructive power were comparable to sniper bullets.

Its body was also unusually strong, and even chopping it with the Dragon Slayer Sword would not create any gaps.

They could only catch it and put it in a net.

The characters in the paintings that Li Ang suppressed last night, although they would be injured and feel pain, their bodies healed unreasonably fast.

Even if Li Ang cut them into thin slices, or even mashed them into meat filling that could be used to make dumplings, they could fully recover in three seconds.

This did not count as being killed.

"So, this reward of five hundred experience points and game coins for killing a life, is it really only aimed at other players?

Or is it that we still haven't found some of the hotel's hidden rules, and can't kill the anomalies in the hotel..."

Li Ang propped his chin with one hand and pondered slowly.

The mystery level of the system mission must exceed the hotel's own rules.

In other words, if the system notified players that they could kill life in the hotel, then players would definitely be able to do so, but they just haven't found a way yet.

"Of course, it's also possible that the time hasn't come yet."

Li Ang said to himself, "Now, it's not yet time for the system to let us start farming points..."

Tick.

The minute hand of the clock made a sound, 00:11, it was time.

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【Lie in the bathtub】

In room 0908, Bob held the sticky note that fell from the air, his fingers trembling slightly.

For three consecutive nights, every night, he had been required by the contents of the sticky note to lie in the bathtub, deprived of his five senses, and endure the silence in an empty, pitch-black space, counting silently.

On the first night, he personally felt that he had spent 100,000 seconds, close to 27 hours.

On the second night, his sense of the passage of time was doubled, and he spent 55 hours in the pitch-black space.

If he followed the previous pattern, tonight, he would stay in the pitch-black space for as long as one hundred and ten hours.

This amount of time in confinement wasn't actually anything.

Bob had also been locked up in an American prison, spending time in solitary confinement, enduring the small space, stuffy air, and no one or anything to communicate with.

But the pitch-black space deprived of the five senses was much more severe and terrifying than a mere solitary confinement cell.

There, he couldn't see any light,

couldn't hear any sound, not even his own heartbeat or pulse,

couldn't feel the feedback from his limbs.

He could only try his best to recall and dig out those pleasant or painful memories in his mind, to tell himself who he was, and that he had to continue to endure.

"Huff..."

Bob exhaled a long breath, took a difficult step toward the bathroom, examined himself in the mirror,

resignedly picked up a pen and paper, quickly wrote a passage, and placed the paper and the sticky note on the edge of the sink.

Then he lay down in the empty bathtub,

allowing the formless, intangible water to submerge him.

————

Is it finally here?

In room 0808, 13mArk took the suddenly appearing sticky note off the window.

He and Ω, who lived in 0108, had not received a sticky note for two consecutive nights, skipping two attacks of abnormal events.

"As expected, good luck doesn't last forever."

The thin, suited, braided youth sighed and examined the contents of the sticky note.

【Keep the door clean】

13mArk frowned. "Keep the door clean? What does that mean? Am I supposed to be a part-time worker, cleaning all the doors in the room?"

Bai Haozheng's experience on the first night showed that one couldn't think about the contents of the sticky note in a limited way.

The door on the sticky note might not only be the front door of the room, but also anything in the room that could be considered a door.

"Could it be that Bai Haozheng and the others' guess is correct? The hotel has a detection function and will issue different sticky notes according to the residents' respective situations..."

13mArk muttered to himself, the white gloves on his hands faintly glowing.

These gloves were a high-quality, powerful item he had obtained from a script world similar to Dungeons & Dragons.

They were made by a master-level magical item craftsman and had more than a dozen special effects,

including but not limited to energy release, casting arcane missiles;

growing barbs, allowing the user to climb on smooth walls;

maintaining body temperature;

releasing cold air, lowering the surrounding temperature;

making the palm ethereal, allowing it to pass through walls;

allowing the user to become dexterous for a period of time, able to quickly open some simple locks;

Each of these glove's special effects, although not exaggeratedly powerful, were versatile.

One of its functions was cleaning, collecting dust and dirt from the air or the surface of objects.

"I never thought I'd be a part-time worker again."

13mArk smiled self-deprecatingly, memories of his childhood, living with his mother, who worked as a servant, in a luxurious manor flashed through his mind.

What he didn't know was that

Ω, who lived in room 0108, was also holding the 【Keep the door clean】 sticky note at this moment, in silence.