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Chapter 313 Penniless Gu Bengbeng
The fortune teller is someone who does whatever he wants.

Sometimes a thought would suddenly pop into her head, and before she knew it, her body would be unconsciously putting that thought into practice.

Like now.

She was already standing at the door of Dong'er's room.

There was no one else in the hall except her. Sweet Teacher and the cameraman were not there, and her lovers were nowhere to be found, which gave her ample time to commit the crime.

Even so, the fortune teller was still a little guilty, after all, he had sneaked into someone's room.

However, she quickly put her guilty conscience out of her mind.

In today's world, people who are too insecure often don't live very long.

"We must find out why there isn't a single living person on Dong'er's side." The fortune teller thought to himself as he quickly slipped into the room in front of him.

None of the rooms here were locked, which gave her an opportunity.

The door didn't make any old, dilapidated noises when it opened, which relieved the fortune teller who was afraid of being discovered.

Upon entering the room, the fortune teller quickly surveyed the scene before him.

Dong'er's room was basically the same as her own room.

Upon entering the room, to the left is a small display screen that reads, "The selected guest player in this room is 'Dong'er'."

The fortune teller didn't pay much attention to the display screen. Each guest's room had one, meant to help players understand whether they were playing a guest or a hidden player.

The room's walls were as white as snow, and the decor was quite nice. A special fragrance filled the air, as if Dong'er had sprayed perfume in the room.

A single bed is placed on the right, with the headboard against the wall. A blue and white checkered fleece sheet hangs down from the bed and softly drapes to the ground.

The bedside table is placed on the side near the window.

The huge window faced the door directly and had no security measures. The window was as big as the window in his own room, so big that the fortune teller who lived on the first floor suspected that someone might break in and rob him at any time.

Dong'er clearly shared this concern.

The heavy curtains were drawn tightly shut, not letting in a single ray of light, as if afraid that someone might be spying on them from outside the window.

The fortune teller found it odd: "Why are the curtains drawn so tightly?"

Although she was a little afraid of the overly large window, she didn't think it was necessary to cover it up so tightly in broad daylight.

She walked towards the window as she thought about it.

But as he passed the single bed next to him, a strange fragrance wafted into the fortune teller's nostrils.

She recognized the scent as the one she smelled when she entered the room, but it seemed stronger by the bedside and mixed with other smells.

As the fortune teller's gaze was drawn to the bed, he also noticed the items on the bedside table next to it.

She hadn't been able to see what was on the bedside table earlier because she was too far away, but now the things on it were clearly visible to her.

"This is……"

The fortune teller rushed forward and quickly picked up the card that had been carelessly placed on the cabinet.

"These are cards for choosing your crush!"

This card is especially important to the guests. The fortune teller doesn't know how others do it, but she always carries it with her because she might write down a potential partner on the card at any time.

But Dong'er didn't seem to care much about the card, and just casually put it on the table...

Just then, she noticed that the smell she had just caught was stronger.

It must be coming from this bed. The fortune teller looked at the single bed strangely and even sniffed the sheets lightly. She realized that the source of the smell was not the sheets, but something else.

Naturally, the fortune teller looked under the bed.

She couldn't see directly under the bed because the blue and white plush sheets hung down from the bed and draped to the floor, barely covering what was underneath.

The fortune teller stared intently at the bed sheet that reached the floor.

The curtains were drawn tightly shut, there was a strange smell under the bed, the tabs were tossed aside, and there wasn't a single living person among Dong'er's selectable objects.

Combining these factors, a terrifying thought suddenly arose in the diviner's mind.

She couldn't help but tremble, and slowly squatted down...

"This instance is called 'Sweet Lovers,' and it's a dating reality show instance. From the beginning, we knew there were two groups of players in this instance... us, the guests, and the other group, the hidden players."

"Because Teacher Sweetie said that the guests would choose their crushes, I always thought that our side was in a completely proactive position, and the hidden players could only try their best to conceal their identities... But it seems that this is not the case at all!"

"In this instance, the one who most wants to kill us is probably not the ghost..."

The fortune teller finally squatted down in front of the bed. She reached out a hand, pinched the fluffy sheet hanging to the ground, and lifted it slightly.

A fragrant aroma wafted out from the gaps and wafted towards you.

The fortune teller couldn't tell what the smell was before, but now that she's closer, she can definitely tell.

This is a mixture of fragrance and the stench of a corpse!
As expected.

To avoid suspicion, a large amount of perfume was sprayed under the bed, specifically to mask the stench emanating from the corpse!
There is a corpse underneath.

The fortune teller calmed down a bit, then pulled the sheet back even wider.

She looked down slightly, and the first thing she saw was a pale hand. It was clear that the owner of the hand had been dead for some time, as the skin was completely bloodless.

Next to this hand, there was a piece of clothing that had been taken off.

The fortune teller didn't examine the corpse in its entirety. Instead, he quickly picked up the crumpled clothes, unfolded them, and sure enough, on the back of the clothes, there was a large number—"4".

This serial number will only appear after the selected item's clothing.

The corpse under the bed and the clothes that had been taken off both confirmed her suspicions.

The fortune teller shuddered violently.

"The 'Dong'er' we saw before wasn't the real Dong'er at all; she was a hidden player!"

"While all the players were being placed in their respective rooms and learning the rules, this imposter came up with a terrifying idea."

"She took the opportunity to kill the real Dong'er and hide her under the bed. Then she changed out of the numbered clothes and impersonated her. That way, she would never fail in this instance!"

Yes, since the guest who was able to choose her is dead, then she is absolutely safe.

No wonder the imposter asked Teacher Sweet if she could choose other people's choices; she was afraid of being chosen by other guests!

"She acted so convincingly... entering and leaving the guests' rooms so naturally, without any flaws. If I hadn't done the divination..."

At this moment, the fortune teller suddenly remembered something: "It seems that Teacher Sweetie never referred to the fake Dong'er as a 'guest' from beginning to end. She knew everything but didn't expose her, which means that the method of hiding players killing guests was originally the normal way to play this dungeon!"

Thinking of this, the fortune teller gasped, wanting to leave the terrifying player's room as soon as possible.

But just then, she suddenly realized that she had been shrouded in a hazy shadow without her noticing.

Immediately afterwards, the fortune teller heard a cold voice coming from above: "What are you doing?"

(End of this chapter)