“Right now, she should be calling each room on the eleventh floor one by one, and will soon reach your room.

We can't let her find the line is busy, or she'll know your location.”

On the other end of the phone, the entity calling itself Kafi spoke rapidly, “I am now a bodiless spirit, permanently captured by the hotel.

So although I can't leave the tenth floor, I can still know some of the hotel's hidden rules—these rules can help players survive the specified time.

What you need to do now is put on your cat-ear headphones and listen to the phone ringing in other rooms.

Then immediately go to the room where the phone is ringing, unplug the phone there, and throw it into the elevator shaft...”

“Kafi.”

Dan Fei spoke for the first time, his voice hoarse and low, unlike his own, “The phone just rang again next door and it’s already stopped.”

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone.

“Damn!”

Kafi's voice cursed, “Not good! She must already know you're in 1172 on the eleventh floor by the busy signal.

Even if you hide in the elevator shaft now, you're doomed!

The safe time for the elevator shaft only lasts until 06:07.

After that, the elevator shaft will no longer be safe—no matter if you press up or down in the elevator, she can break into the elevator and eat you.

Other players won't help you, they can barely protect themselves.

And helping you means opening the door, no one is that selfless.

The only way right now...”

On the other end of the phone, the entity calling itself Kafi gritted his teeth, “Is to hide on the tenth floor, using the hotel's rules to restrain her.

But doing so will lead to terrible consequences...

Not good!

She's coming up! I hear her footsteps in the stairwell!

Damn it, she saw me! She saw me at the end of the corridor and smiled at me!

She knows you're on the eleventh floor!

Quick! Quick!

Dan Fei, get out of there quickly! Take the elevator to the tenth floor!!”

Kafi's voice on the other end of the phone urged frantically, hoarsely.

Dan Fei in room 1172, holding the phone, gripping the pen, his breathing stopped.

Who should he trust?

Tap, tap, tap.

In the stairwell on the left side of the eleventh floor corridor, clear and melodious footsteps rang out.

Getting closer and closer.

————

It's over.

The room clock pointed to 07:07, and faint morning light appeared outside the living room window.

Li Ang slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, placed the motionless oil painting in his hand on the ground.

The green vines that had been dancing around his body also returned to peace, retracting into the white coat.

The room was still a mess,

Chairs, stools, and various sundries were scattered all over the floor, and the white towel from the bathroom lay wetly on the ground, like a dehydrated fish.

The seawater in the room had been drained,

Only a large amount of white salt particles remained on the carpet—traces left after the seawater was removed.

As for the original four paintings in the room...

The old woman in black clothes and the demon child disappeared into the paintings at 07:07, reappearing within them.

Their poses had changed.

They lay sprawled on the ground of the canvas, each with a pale face, motionless.

Their stomachs were bulging, protruding as high as one meter, giving off a strange and terrifying feeling.

As for the nobles hunting in the forest, well...

Now there were no nobles, no forest, only a lake floating with broken trees.

In the painting of the sailboat in the rainstorm, most of the sailboat had sunk into the sea, with only a few remaining crew members standing on the bow of the sailboat exposed on the surface of the sea, struggling to hold on.

As for the last girl covering her face with a fan,

She was sitting in a chair, her head drooping, her life or death unknown.

All four paintings were in a static state.

It seemed that the end of curfew time had also stripped or sealed their original anomalous attributes.

“Can't kill them, can't destroy them, really troublesome...”

Li Ang complained, stacked the four paintings together, leaned them against the edge of the fireplace, and did not hang them back on the wall.

After a night of sustained combat, even he was a little tired and sleepy.

Originally, this level of fatigue could be easily healed and restored with divine power.

This script mission only said that he could not use any summons, it didn’t say that it would forcibly isolate all connections between the player and the summons.

The swarm living in the breeding box could still provide Li Ang with weak faith power.

But the recovery speed of divine power was still too slow for an anomalous attack once a night.

It was best to save it if he could.

Li Ang stretched, temporarily not cleaning up the messy room, but went to the security door, put his eye to the peephole, and continued to wait in the room for a few minutes.

He had been calculating the time all night to prevent the anomalous existence from modifying the clock, showing that it was already 07:07 when it wasn't actually.

And for safety's sake, he waited an extra ten minutes or so on the premise that he had calculated that it was already 07:07, to prevent miscalculation and violation of curfew time.

Just as Li Ang was peering out through the peephole,

The stairwell door on the fifth floor was pushed open.

Bai Haozheng walked out of the stairwell, followed by Hei Shengzi, Mu Yin Zhi Gui, Bob, 13mArk, Yu Yi Xin Zhong, Yi Yi (Plague Doctor), and others.

After the Kafi incident yesterday, the players decided that they would no longer meet in the lobby every morning.

Instead, the player living on the top floor, Bai Haozheng, would actively go down from the fourteenth floor, to find the players on the next floor.

Everyone gathered directly on the floor.

This way, players could avoid being attacked by anomalous existences, being seriously injured and unable to report to the lobby on the first floor, without others being aware of the situation.

The seven people, whose player nicknames were floating above their heads, looked heavy. Bob's face was tense, his face full of grief and sorrow, and his palms were clenched tightly into fists, looking like he was forcibly suppressing his grief and anger.

These seven people were all residents of the fourteenth to sixth floors. The only one missing should be...

Dan Fei?

Li Ang raised an eyebrow, opened the door, and greeted Bai Haozheng, “Good morning.”

His player nickname also floated above his head, verifying his identity to the other party.

“Morning.”

Bai Haozheng nodded, glanced inadvertently through the crack of the door at the tragic scene inside the 0508 room, “Did you encounter an anomaly last night?”

“Yeah.”

Li Ang waved his hand, indicating that there was no need to pay attention, “Where's Dan Fei?”

“Missing.”

Bai Haozheng pushed his glasses and sighed, “We arrived at room 1172, there were traces of battle left, and there was a hand and a foot of Dan Fei's on the scene...”

He glanced at the Yi Yi (Plague Doctor) behind him, who silently took out a dark left arm and a right leg wearing clothes from behind.

The cross-section of the severed limbs was very rough, as if they had been gnawed off by wild beasts, dripping with blood.

“We also found the memo left by Dan Fei in the room, as well as the record he left on the paper before being attacked. He has already met with misfortune.”

Bai Haozheng took out the blood-stained memo, paper and pen from his pocket, sighed, and said quietly, “In short, let's go find the others first.

Room 1172 has been sealed off, and photos have been taken of the scene and evidence has been collected.

When everyone is here, we'll go back to the eleventh floor.

Let's see what happened to Dan Fei last night.”

“Okay.”

Li Ang was not touched by Dan Fei's death.

He nodded indifferently, walked out of the room, and glanced at the clock at the end of the corridor, which was consistent with the room time.

No mistakes.

Li Ang followed behind Bai Haozheng and others, not in a hurry to enter the stairwell, but squatted down and carefully checked the carpet at the entrance of room 0508.

Some seawater seeped out through the cracks in the door early this morning.

But now the carpet at the door was not damp at all, and there were no salt particles left.

“The room and the corridor are indeed relatively isolated... The residues in the corridor will disappear quickly, while the room will be preserved.”

He pondered for a moment, stood up, closed the door,

And followed everyone downstairs.