It's no wonder... it infiltrated as a player at the beginning of the mission, which was unimaginable in previous missions.

But before he could grab the bat, his body froze.

Then, his hands slowly reached for his face, his mouth widening to the extreme, one hand grabbing his upper jaw and the other gripping his lower jaw.

His whole body trembled uncontrollably, and his complexion turned from pale to blood red, with blood foam constantly overflowing from the corners of his mouth.

From his eyes, it could be seen that this was not his intention; he was being controlled by some irresistible force.

After a series of teeth-grinding creaks, a crisp snap was heard, and bright red blood beads rolled down the computer screen.

His body went limp, and a lifeless corpse fell from the chair, eyes wide open, staring at the ceiling above.

The corners of his mouth were savagely torn open, and in his other hand, he tightly clutched his detached lower jaw, the area where his chin should have been a bloody mess.

......

Without waiting for the people in Building 3 to return, Jiang Cheng and the others decided to remain inactive for the time being after a brief discussion.

Before night completely fell, Jiao Tailang and the others returned to their rooms in Building 2.

Although Jiao Tailang repeatedly assured Chu Jiu that Weng Qing would not intentionally harm her, she still seemed apprehensive.

"Why don't you come sleep in my room tonight?" After sending Chu Jiu back to her room, the fatty, standing in front of the door, felt more and more sorry for the child. If the little beggar hadn't died, he would probably be as tall as Chu Jiu in a while.

It was evident that Chu Jiu was quite tempted by the suggestion, but in the end, she shook her head and refused.

She didn't want to implicate others.

After Xu Yi's incident, she had always felt a sense of guilt. If Sister Xu Yi hadn't left the room because of her, perhaps... perhaps nothing would have happened.

"You guys be careful tonight too," Chu Jiu said, looking at Jiang Cheng and the fatty. "There's not much time left."

As the mission neared its end, the ghosts in the instance would become even more frantic.

After seeing Chu Jiu back, Jiang Cheng returned to the fatty's room. The fatty quickly made Jiang Cheng a bowl of noodles using the ingredients in the refrigerator.

Time was tight, so he only hastily fried two eggs.

As he carried the noodles over, he saw the doctor coming out of the bedroom, his face quite heavy.

Leaning in, the fatty rubbed his red, scalded fingers and asked softly, "Doctor, what's wrong?"

Jiang Cheng sat on the sofa, exhaled, and said, "Liu Guo and Wei Jin-ting are not in their rooms."

After a few seconds of thought, the fatty came to his senses. "You called them, and they didn't answer?"

"Yeah."

"Doctor, although the situation isn't good right now, we've found a lot of clues." The fatty looked at Jiang Cheng and comforted him, "Don't be too anxious, or you'll make mistakes."

"Could it be that they came back but are afraid to answer the phone?" the fatty speculated. "Afraid that the call is from a ghost."

Jiang Cheng shook his head. "I'm not sure about Wei Jin-ting, but Liu Guo definitely wouldn't. If he's alive, he would answer the phone."

To be honest, the fatty had a pretty good impression of Liu Guo. At least, after getting used to the deceit and betrayal among teammates, people like Liu Guo seemed especially valuable.

Knowing that he had no hope of escape, he chose to use the last moments of his life to pass on information as much as possible, building a final lifeline for his teammates who were also caught in the Nightmare Assault.

Seeming to have thought of something, the fatty's face also became solemn. "If Wei Jin-ting and Liu Guo are both dead," he pursed his lips and looked up, "then Wu, who was with them, must be involved."

"To be honest, I also think this Wu is strange; he just makes me feel uncomfortable from the bottom of my heart," the fatty frowned.

Jiang Cheng picked up the noodles, first drank a few sips of the broth, and then held the bowl in his hands, as if absorbing the warmth from it. "I have that feeling too."

Only after seeing the doctor eat the entire bowl of noodles did the fatty seem to relax. "Doctor," he asked, "what do you think about those urban legends?"

Lin Chen presented his personal experiences in the form of a comic, which was something everyone hadn't expected, especially the missing urban legend.

Judging from the tone, the sender of the letter should be the person responsible for reviewing the manuscript, and the missing urban legend was directly rejected because the content was too dark.

"Find a way to find Hezhong Culture Group tomorrow," Jiang Cheng said. "We need to find that missing urban legend."

After speaking, Jiang Cheng turned his head and looked at the fatty beside him. "Don't trust others too much," he reminded him. "Our teammates this time are not simple."

"Don't worry, Doctor, I know what I'm doing," the fatty nodded repeatedly.

During this period of contact, Jiao Tailang and the others had indeed left a deep impression on the fatty. Hua Luo's information gathering ability, Wan Yuanning's calm judgment, and that Jiao Tailang, not only did he slip away from Weng Qing's grasp, but it seemed that he had even charmed her.

He even assured Chu Jiu that Weng Qing would not harm her.

For the time being, the fatty thought that Chu Jiu was quite cute, but Jiang Cheng reminded him to think about the lolis he had encountered in previous missions, cut them open with a knife, and they were all black inside.

The fatty thought about it and suddenly felt unhappy.

After giving a few instructions, Jiang Cheng left the room, and the fatty also ate a bite casually. He didn't know what got into him, but he also washed the bowl.

Back in his room, Jiang Cheng leaned against the bed, sorting out the clues he had collected in his mind. He tried to piece together the shadow of a person using the clues in his hand.

To be fair, there were quite a few clues currently available, but they were too scattered and needed to be sorted out little by little.

It was like finding an inconspicuous thread in a tangled mess of yarn.

Jiang Cheng decided to sort it out in chronological order.

If the information Liu Guo passed on was true, then the time he was in was July 7th. According to the content of the letter, Lin Chen had already completed the first drafts of these urban legends.

According to the diary left by Li Maoshen, he began preparing all of this before May 17th, and the actual filming began after June 10th.

On July 19th, the women received Li Maoshen's terrifying video harassment.

The next day, July 20th, the women called the police.

The news stated that Lin Chen fell to his death on July 21st, on the night of the same day the police came to investigate.

According to the autopsy report provided by Hua Luo, Lin Chen had already died before the fall, and the time of death was no less than half a month.

This was an autopsy report jointly issued by several forensic doctors from the police, and its authority was beyond doubt.

So, Lin Chen's real time of death should have been in early July, or even earlier.

Then... Jiang Cheng's expression changed slightly. Could it be that an accident occurred during a certain filming?

And this accident was the real cause of Lin Chen's death!