Is the death incident related to He Wanwan?
He Wanwan tossed and turned, unable to sleep even after taking sleeping pills.
She had a vague feeling that something was about to happen.
She and Li Xiaoqing slept back to back.
Li Xiaoqing's body moved, seemingly tormented by insomnia.
"Xiaoqing, are you asleep? I can't sleep," He Wanwan said softly.
Without turning around, the bed was too small, and the posture of two unfamiliar women facing each other would be awkward.
"Not asleep," Li Xiaoqing said, her throat seemed to be blocked by something, feeling dry and itchy. The sensation was like black, dense hair growing inside her muscles, and her mind involuntarily conjured up images of unshaven pork skin, sending shivers down her spine.
He Wanwan sighed, "I can't sleep either. Who can sleep with something like this going on? Xiaoqing, do you think we'll be okay?"
"We will," Li Xiaoqing replied.
"Thanks to you, otherwise I wouldn't have known how to get through the first night. I felt a warmth from the first moment I saw you, like you were my aunt. My aunt was so beautiful, she wore dresses all year round," He Wanwan said, tears shimmering in her eyes as they silently blurred her vision.
"It's okay, when I see you, I think of my sister when she was a child, she was also a lovely girl," Li Xiaoqing said, inadvertently clutching her throat and coughing softly.
He Wanwan asked, "How is your sister? Is she okay?"
"She's dead, she doesn't have to be afraid anymore," Li Xiaoqing hadn't healed from the trauma of losing her sister, but she was willing to open her heart for this young girl.
The two spoke intermittently, until Li Xiaoqing seemed to fall asleep.
He Wanwan picked at the sheets, her mind unusually clear and devoid of fatigue. But she didn't dare to continue tossing and turning in bed, afraid of waking up Li Xiaoqing, who had finally fallen asleep. So, she lay on her side, motionless.
Despite being covered with a blanket, she felt a chill behind her spine. He Wanwan wrapped herself tightly, curling into a small ball. But she noticed that the temperature around her suddenly dropped, and in the darkness, it felt like there were lurking ghosts.
"Xiaoqing, Xiaoqing, wake up. Don't you feel cold?" He Wanwan asked hesitantly.
Li Xiaoqing didn't respond.
Turning around, she suddenly found the bedside empty. She hadn't been asleep the whole time, and she would have heard Li Xiaoqing if she had left the room! He Wanwan suddenly sat up, turning on the bedside lamp.
The yellow light illuminated a circular area, and in the light, she saw that Li Xiaoqing hadn't left, but was sitting on the edge of the bed.
"Xiao, Xiaoqing?" He Wanwan felt that something was very wrong with Li Xiaoqing. Her shoulders twitched and trembled, and she seemed to be fiddling with something with her head bowed.
"Hey? What's wrong with Xiaoqing?" He Wanwan approached, "Are you okay? Should I go get someone?"
"Heh..."
"Heh..."
"Heh..."
Li Xiaoqing's throat made a sound of phlegm being blocked.
He Wanwan patted Li Xiaoqing's shoulder with her right hand, only to find that the woman's body was cold all over. "I'll go get help! Are you sick?"
The next moment.
Li Xiaoqing slowly turned her head, her eyes vacant and hollow. She opened her mouth, and her hands pulled out strands of black hair mixed with blood from her mouth. The hair entangled her hand back and fingers, embedded in her skin, flipping out the flesh of the wound!
"Xiaoqing!" He Wanwan screamed, jumping out of bed, "What's wrong with you! Help! Something's wrong! Help, help, help!"
Her heart-wrenching cries echoed, but she could only shrink into a corner, not daring to approach Li Xiaoqing for fear that the woman would lunge at her!
Li Xiaoqing seemed to feel no pain, stuffing both hands into her mouth. The corners of her mouth cracked, revealing bloody muscles, and there was no good flesh left on her lips!
More and more hair was pulled out from her throat, densely entwined in her palms. The hair was black and coarse, like hemp rope, mixed with fresh human tissue.
It was as if her stomach was full of hair, no matter how much she pulled, she couldn't pull it all out. Stomach acid corroded her fingers, pulling out not only the undigested braised pork from the night before!
"Please, help! Is anyone there! Meng Lan! Zhang Yizhi!"
He Wanwan opened the window to call for help.
Meng Lan had just gone to bed when she heard the sound coming from He Wanwan's room. She opened the door and rushed to the next room.
She burst open the door, turned on the room light, and found herself face to face with Li Xiaoqing!
Immediately after, the three awakened by the screams also hurried up, witnessing a horrifying scene.
Li Xiaoqing's hands were entwined with clumps of hair like bundles of straw, still pulling them out of her throat, making dry retching sounds!
Li Xiaoqing seemed not to see them, lowered her head, and pulled out strands of hair from her palm, looking satisfied with her "work". The next moment, she pulled both ends of the hair she was holding, wrapped it around her neck, and then pulled hard!
"Quick, quick, help!" Zhang Yizhi shouted.
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Meng Lan was pulled by Zhang Yizhi to Li Xiaoqing's side.
"We're all here now! Let's do it!" With determination, she grabbed the hair on Li Xiaoqing's neck and pulled it out forcefully, while Zhang Yizhi palely pried open Li Xiaoqing's stiff fingers.
Despite their efforts, Li Xiaoqing remained motionless, fiercely tightening the hair around her own neck!
Tighter and tighter!
Suddenly.
Li Xiaoqing struggled and twisted, turning to look at He Wanwan, coughing up chunks of dark, foul-smelling blood from her throat!
He Wanwan's face was covered in blood, her white dress resembling a grotesque flower in full bloom.
"-Snap!"
With a sudden force, Li Xiaoqing's spine snapped, and her head instantly drooped from her neck, swaying unsteadily. Her hands lost all resistance, scattering like a broken puppet.
She was dead.
Died inexplicably before the eyes of five people.
Trembling, He Wanwan's lips blackened, her eyes went dark, and she fell backward.
In the late night.
Qi Huan and Zhao Che sat on the bed.
Both had participated in missions and spoke openly and honestly.
"When you said she was dangerous, I thought you meant Meng Lan, after all, she was wearing red clothes," Zhao Che said frankly. "Li Xiaoqing is dead. She must have realized something at the time, otherwise she wouldn't have suddenly left He Wanwan and them."
"It's a pity, but she's dead. Maybe women just like to trust their instincts and think He Wanwan is innocent," Qi Huan said.
"Perhaps Li Xiaoqing was deceived by He Wanwan. This ghost is too cunning. No, more accurately, she's the killer who killed her companion," Zhao Che said solemnly.
Qi Huan interlaced his fingers on his knee, his glasses seeming somewhat indifferent in the light. "In my first mission, the ghost or target was among the team, similar to this one. Although we don't want to admit that our teammates are killers, I believe we are both calm and rational."
"With two people related to He Wanwan dead already, if more people die, it proves that we should execute her," Qi Huan said without hesitation, "although it's not humane, it's the rule of the game."
"I understand, but why not go tell everyone now that He Wanwan is the killer?"
"It would cause panic."
"You're right."
After seeing off Zhao Che, Qi Huan sat alone on the bed.
He had already found the killer, and the game could be completed in minutes. But he wanted to take risks, after all, risk and reward were related.
Zhao Che hadn't told the newcomers two days ago that there were other rules in the hidden world.
After each mission ended, the survivors would gain energy. The energy accumulated in the hidden card would give them stronger abilities. Occasionally, he could see through others' lies, a skill he gained after the last mission ended.
The total energy of a mission was fixed, and the more survivors there were, the less energy each person would receive. With too little energy, the hidden card couldn't change.
It was said that the hidden card would eventually show patterns, become colorful.
When the hidden card became colorful, they could leave the hidden world forever and gain supreme power.
He was certain he would survive. Only smart people could survive until the end, that's the way the game was played, and those who were still looking for clues would become cannon fodder. They would be killed by He Wanwan, and he would kill He Wanwan, winning the final victory. He had Zhang Jinlong's fruit knife, and he also had the medicine that the villagers used for trafficking.
Although it was unethical, society followed the law of Darwin, survival of the fittest!
Fortunately, Zhao Che mysteriously believed in him, otherwise he wouldn't have allowed him to keep it from others.
At the same time.
Meng Lan and Zhang Yizhi had been guarding the unconscious He Wanwan.
Now there were only five out of seven people left.
The mortality rate was approaching 30%.
But they still hadn't figured out why Li Xiaoqing and Zhang Jinlong had died, the two people were completely different characters. Zhang Jinlong was arrogant and conceited, more likely to do dangerous things. Li Xiaoqing, on the other hand, was timid and cautious, full of sympathy, and didn't seem like a target for vengeful spirits.
Meng Lan touched He Wanwan's forehead, relieved that she didn't have a fever.
—Is the death incident related to He Wanwan?
She remembered what Li Xiaoqing had said in the mist, "You're supposed to find the killer, not kill your teammates."
Meng Lan didn't know why, but she felt exhausted. Even though her adrenaline had been rushing just now, she couldn't keep her eyes open.
Seeing that she couldn't keep her eyes open, Zhang Yizhi said, "Go rest for a while, I'll watch her."
Meng Lan nodded and left.
She quickly fell into a deep sleep, as if possessed by something.
In a daze, her thoughts drifted in the darkness, and she found herself in an empty room in her dream. Three burning white candles were placed around, and the southern tide appeared on the bluestone floor, one after another. Meng Lan tried to look around, only to find that she couldn't move at all, her hands tightly bound.
There were no windows in the room, no doors in sight, just gray bricks, like a cage.
In the candlelight, there was a woman lying opposite her.
The air was damp.
She was covered in wounds large and small, bruises on her cheeks, and her right fingernails completely torn off, making Meng Lan's scalp tingle.
The woman muttered, "Sister... my sister... where is my sister... she's not my sister, who is my sister..."
"Your sister?"
"My sister... on the third day of the lunar new year... so beautiful, so beautiful..." With each word the woman uttered, it caused excruciating pain in her muscles, "Sister..."
"Is your sister wearing a blue and white school uniform? Do you remember what she looks like?"
The woman didn't answer, seemingly unable to see Meng Lan.
"I've seen her, my sister is here..."
"I searched for a long time to find this place..."
"They will not have a good end! Even if I become a ghost, I won't let them off!"