Chapter 12 Three People, Six Credits

“Three people, six credits…”

A damp towel rested on her head, Mingmei sat on the floor of her bedroom, her little face smudged with dirt. Mu Chen, kneeling beside her, used another towel and a basin of hot water to wipe her face and hands.

Having removed her raincoat, Mingmei stared at her blood-stained hands, her mind replaying the earlier scenes.

“How should I put it? Maybe their physique was also suppressed at A-rank, but I wasn't, so it was easy to beat them. But their resistance made me a little irritable…”

Mu Chen didn't respond, sensing that Mingmei had more to say.

So Mingmei continued to share her experience with the three players who died at her hands, her expression blank.

Whether it was Hu Yue, who was beheaded so quickly that she didn't even have time to show a look of shock;

Or Leng Youyou, who was dragged into the mud and died while trying to save Lu Xiaoyao;

Or Mandy, who died in agony last night…

There seemed to be no difference to her.

But after saying so much, Mingmei, using the hands Mu Chen had cleaned, couldn't help but prop up her forehead, finally letting out a short, hurried sigh, “Really… it felt pretty good at the time, but afterwards I felt it was still very bad. Also, I almost dropped my mask with just three people…”

Because Mu Chen didn't say anything, Mingmei described things on her own, even becoming a little incoherent. Mu Chen, watching Mingmei, who seemed to be in an unstable mood again, sighed inwardly, feeling that Yan Hui's actions this time were somewhat unfair.

Then, Mu Chen suddenly said, “You won't drop your mask.”

“Huh?”

Mu Chen put the blood-stained towel into the basin of water to wash it clean, wrung it dry, and then, under Mingmei's puzzled gaze, carefully wiped her face and hands again.

Just now, when he caught Mingmei, who had flipped over and gotten into trouble, he accidentally hugged her in the wrong direction, causing a lot of dirt from the raincoat to flow back and get on her face.

He patiently helped Mingmei tidy everything up, listening to her rambling along the way, and speaking appropriately when her emotions became uncontrollable to calm her down again.

“Believe me, after what happened last night and today, they will indeed be more dependent on this house, after all, the 'evil spirit' didn't come in. But… if I give them a hint that this place isn't completely safe…”

After Mu Chen finished speaking, Mingmei looked up, staring at the man in front of her in disbelief, and asked, “Do you know what you're saying?”

“I know, but if you want to continue, I can help you.”

Mu Chen, having cleaned Mingmei's face, put down the towel in his hand, carefully cupped Mingmei's face in both hands, looked into her eyes, and asked, “So, does Meimei still want to 'hunt' in this round? If you want to, I will help you. If you don't want to, six points is enough for me.”

“I…”

Mingmei stared at Mu Chen's beautiful eyes, lost in thought for a moment. The Boss's emotions churned constantly in her heart.

The desire to frantically slaughter all the players, to watch them die with expressions of fear and helplessness, constantly challenged Mingmei's normal conscience and thinking.

Finally, she didn't answer directly, but asked with a hint of confusion in her eyes, “Why? Why does 'I' hate these players so much… is it just because of 'your' accidental death?”

The Boss's past memories constantly flashed back in her mind, and the image of the Boss's former partner also began to gradually become clear because of Mingmei's memories, overlapping with Mu Chen's appearance.

“'You' have such a beautiful smile, like the sun…”

With a hint of infatuation in her tone, Mu Chen watched the girl in front of him imitate his earlier movements, cupping his face in her hands and murmuring. Mu Chen's heart suddenly beat faster, but he quickly understood Mingmei's current state.

What she was saying to him was actually what the game character wanted to say.

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[So, the weather is so bad, why do you go along with whatever they want to do? Why did you go down the mountain just because they wanted you to? You could have just dealt with it for two days and waited for the weather to clear up…]

Mingmei's memory gained a new segment belonging to the game character's memory: a pair of deeply in love spouses who were opening their first inn had once kindly taken in a group of tourists who had gotten lost in the mountains on a rainy day.

Because heavy rains in the mountains had caused landslides on many sections of the mountain road, the group of people lived in isolation from the world.

Food was in short supply, and the tourists' increasingly anxious hearts wanted to leave this place, whether to go down the mountain or to another place, as long as they could find food.

For the sake of food, the innkeeper braved the rain and took a dangerous, narrow path, intending to go down the mountain to ask for help, but unexpectedly, another accident occurred, and he died in front of the other, who was worried and quietly followed.

[I hate them so much! I hate them! Even after they die, they still have to soil our inn. I don't want them to die in our inn at all~]

Afterwards, more than half a month later, the mountain road was repaired, and inspectors went into the mountains to investigate, only to find a female corpse hanging in an inn on the top of the mountain.

And at her feet was an axe covered in blood…

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“The hot water in the bathroom downstairs is ready, everyone go take a shower first…”

Wang Wenfei came back from downstairs with a pot of boiled water, and repeated what the boss downstairs had just said to everyone.

The other three sat on the ground, drenched and extremely embarrassed, their heads lowered in silence.

Charlie was okay, but mainly it was Julian and Da Yao.

The deaths of two companions had almost happened before Da Yao's eyes, and the stimulation was considerable. Julian was also regretting the mistake of deciding to separate and scout with Hu Yue when they approached the dense forest earlier.

“Take a shower first!”

Among the three silent people, Charlie was the first to speak. He stood up and looked down at Julian, who was rarely as embarrassed as he was now, and then at Da Yao, who also looked like a small animal being driven to a dead end. He said, “After you take a shower, clear your heads and tell us what exactly you experienced.”

“Really… going to places we can't see to take risks…”

Charlie sneered in a low voice and then picked up his clothes and walked downstairs, ignoring the other two.

From the moment they chose to go out and scout whether the world was real or fake, they had begun to lose members. Was this a warning?

Halfway down the stairs, Charlie supported himself on the wall and gasped softly. His heart was filled with a sense of incongruity regarding everything that was happening in this game.

Heavy rain, being trapped, illusions, evil spirits… Was all of this meant for them to find out everything, or to silently pretend that they didn't know anything and just huddle in the inn waiting for the rain to stop and successfully survive to wake up?

Were all the extra clues a form of entrapment, deliberately leading them to their deaths?

Thinking this, Charlie couldn't help but clench his fist. With a “crack,” Charlie realized that he had accidentally torn the poster in the shop.

With a hint of guilt, Charlie opened his palm, wanting to try to smooth out the crumpled poster, but unexpectedly, it got worse and worse until the entire poster fell to the ground.

“This thing…”

Charlie bent down to pick up the fallen poster, wanting to stick it back on, but his gaze fell on the wall where the poster had been and he froze…