7112...
7113...

Pitch black, deathly silence.

Bob floated in the darkness, counting numbers in his head.

Floating wasn't exactly accurate.

He had lost all his senses, didn't know where he was, didn't know the condition of his body.

Other than a brain that could function normally, he had nothing else to rely on.

Since he couldn't feel anything anyway, it was no different from floating in the dark, empty void.

Bob thought to himself, his mind flashing back to his childhood experience of being shipwrecked on a ship and nearly drowning.

The pitch-black, icy seawater stimulated his skin, the feeling of suffocation madly compressing his lungs, and beneath his legs, which were treading water, there seemed to be the shadow of some huge, silent creature swimming past.

Fear of the deep sea had indeed made Bob restless in the past,

but compared to the deprivation of the five senses, it paled in comparison.

Wait, what am I thinking about?

Bob had the thought of "self-mockery."

After being deprived of his senses, he felt that he was very prone to wild and random thoughts.

Those fragmented memories buried deep in his mind were constantly rising to the surface like bubbles.

Bob had the thought of "sighing." Compared to what others had experienced with the note, what he had experienced was not fatal,

but in terms of torment, it was even worse.

"I wonder how long I'll have to stay here..."

Bob thought silently, his brain calculating the time on its own.

Suddenly, an extremely faint light appeared in the corner of his vision.

"Huh?!"

No language could describe the astonishment and surprise in Bob's heart.

He adjusted his position so that he could see the source of the light better.

It was... a red dot.

A dot that flickered with a faint red light.

——————

Fourth floor, 0408.

Mule was disheveled, covered in blood, her blue-veined hands gripping the fountain pen Li Ang had given her, hovering over the paper.

The time was currently 01:40.

An hour and fifteen minutes ago, she received tonight's note, which had a line of small writing on it:

[Play a paranormal game]

Okay, since it was the note's content, she had to carry it out honestly.

As an information merchant, Mule's ability to analyze information and make decisions wasn't bad.

If players were going to play a paranormal game, then the simpler and safer it was, the better.

Within a minute of receiving the note, Mule ran through all the paranormal games she knew in her mind.

Bloody Mary: go into a dark, unlit bathroom alone, hold a candle in your hand, and say Bloody Mary three times to the mirror.

You'll be able to see in the mirror that terrifying woman who cruelly murdered countless girls in order to maintain her youth.

Charlie Charlie: prepare a piece of paper and two pens, divide the paper into four equal sections, write two "yes" and two "no",

Then place the two pens at right angles, as the boundary of the sections, and then repeatedly call Charlie to summon a demon who can predict the future and communicate with him.

In addition, there was Ouija, Mirror Spirit, Chopstick Spirit, the Four Corners Game, the Bathtub Game...

Since it was the note that required it, there was a high probability that these paranormal games would mutate during execution,

changing from safe and harmless to full of danger.

If you weren't careful, you could lose your life.

"The safest thing to do is naturally to peel an apple with a knife in front of a mirror."

That was what Mule thought at the time, "But this paranormal game isn't very popular or well-known, and the note might reject it.

And I don't have any apples on hand..."

The hotel fridge only had beer and drinks, no fruit.

And there were no dolls either (you can take a doll and walk around the balcony three times, then jump on the bed three times, and then hit the doll three times),

or umbrellas (in the early hours of the morning, if you open a black umbrella indoors, you can see something under the umbrella).

The above three paranormal games may have the highest safety factor, but the lack of spell materials (at this time, I am even more envious of Li Ang, who has alchemy and can make whatever he wants),

forced Mule to choose some more dangerous games.

For example, Ouija.

Mule sat at the table and divided the paper into several areas according to the rules of the Ouija game.

Each area corresponded to the words "East," "South," "West," "North," "Yes," "No," "Doubt," and so on.

After dividing the area, Mule held the fountain pen Li Ang gave her in her hand, hovering it over the paper, holding her breath, and began to ask questions.

For her own safety, Mule naturally didn't dare to ask dangerous questions,

like when she would die,

the gender of the Ouija,

the cause of death of the Ouija,

the appearance of the Ouija,

or to let the Ouija come out and meet her directly - asking this kind of question in a hotel background can only mean that you are too reckless.

What Mule asked were all risk-free questions,

like have you arrived, can I ask questions,

will I have bad luck recently, will I lose something, and so on.

Everything was going smoothly until Mule asked a question and things started to gradually spiral out of control.