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Chapter 923 "Who?"

"Who?"

The mouse, who loves to eat cats, was walking in the dimly lit stairwell when a loud "Who's there?" suddenly rang out, scaring him half to death.

He scrambled to the wall of the stairwell, his eyes darting frantically up and down the stairs, but there was darkness on both sides and he couldn't see any shadows.

In an instant, he began to hate himself for ever walking up those stairs.

When the mouse realized at the elevator that it was a ghost chasing it, it was already terrified.

He had never seen such a clever ghost before; it would come back to look for people even after leaving. In the two dungeons he had entered the previous times, as long as the person didn't make a sound or move around, the ghost wouldn't even notice them passing by.

The dungeon quests are also very simple.

He vividly remembered that the previous instance's mission involved finding puzzle pieces in a mobile two-story villa; once all four pieces were found, the instance could be left.

There were ghosts in that villa too, but as long as you covered yourself with something, they wouldn't be able to find you. Although the process of finding the puzzle pieces was a bit complicated, they all survived unscathed in the end. Unlike this dungeon, where they hadn't found any clues after so long, and the ghosts inside were so unusual and fast!
The mouse, who loves to eat cats, ran frantically while reminiscing about the old dungeons. When it came to its senses, it had no idea which side of the road it had ended up on. The bad news was that the Anzhi Tinglan and Renle Mountain ahead were gone, but the good news was that the ghost behind it was also gone.

He looked around and felt as if he were surrounded by all sorts of restaurants.

Not far ahead was a grilled fish restaurant, though of course there was no fish left inside. To the left and right were a snail rice noodle restaurant and a hot pot restaurant, respectively. Several broken plates lay at his feet. To bolster his courage, the rat picked up a broken plate, even though he knew it posed absolutely no threat to ghosts.

Although the ghost wasn't following him, being alone in this environment was still unsettling. He moved slowly through the mall, trying to find others to team up with, but he had to stop every now and then to listen for that rustling sound, so his pace was not very impressive.

He didn't know how many turns he had made before he saw the green light emanating from a claw machine ahead.

Then the mouse saw a supermarket not far from the claw machine. Half of the sign above the entrance had fallen off, and the mouse saw that the half-fallen sign read "Guochun Supermarket".

This was the first time he had encountered a supermarket in a shopping mall, and memories from before came flooding back.

Anzhi Tinglan said that the map showed a shopping mall staircase next to a supermarket. Renleshan said that he came from the supermarket and there was indeed a fire door in the alley next to the supermarket. He guessed that the staircase was behind the fire door.

The mouse had a bad memory, but fortunately, the two had only been talking for a short time, so he remembered it for now.

Thinking about it, he cautiously moved towards the supermarket.

When I arrived at the main entrance, I indeed found a narrow passage on the right side of the supermarket entrance, at the end of which was a fire door...

No, the door is already open.

The door lock had been broken by someone, and the mouse also saw a doorknob lying on the floor of the passageway.

The door was wide open, revealing the stairwell window, which was a security window with steel bars welded to it.

The mouse looked out the window and saw the solid darkness outside and the shining moon in the sky.

"Since someone broke down this door, that person must have gone up the stairs." Mouse Loves Cat felt hopeful about finding his family; he could almost see other players waving at him from above.

Thinking about it, his courage surged, and he rushed into the stairwell in one go.

As soon as he entered, he looked up, trying to spot other players on the upward staircase. But he was immediately dumbfounded, because there was no staircase leading upwards at all.

It's downwards.

The only staircase here goes down.

He stared at the descending stairs with his mouth slightly agape for a while, then turned to look out the window: "Could this be the top floor? We've entered the instance and are already on the top floor of the mall?"

Fortunately, there was a window that allowed him to tell which floor he was on.

But reality told him that this floor was indeed right next to the ground; theoretically, it was the first floor. Therefore, the staircase in front of him led underground…

Throughout history, people have always associated "underground" with bad things, such as the idea that people are buried after they die, or that good people go to heaven and bad people go to hell. Using the Western concept of hell to frighten natives is a bit outdated, but this is just an example to show that people everywhere have a fear of going to the cold and dark underground.

Rats are no exception.

Despite his nickname "Rat," he's actually quite timid about burrowing underground in this gloomy place.

But being alone in the mall was quite frightening. He thought he might find his beloved teammates if he went downstairs. In the end, fear overcame fear, and he chose the lesser fear—going downstairs.

The unease of descending the stairs had eroded his earlier courage. He cautiously made his way down the stairs, not daring to make a sound, a stark contrast to his swaggering demeanor when he first entered the instance.

Unfortunately, his commotion still attracted the attention of other beings.

"Who?"

The mouse was intently descending the stairs when the sound came, staring at the steps beneath his feet, afraid that he might make a sound if he misstepped.

The sudden sound startled him, causing his heart to pound. He looked up and down in a panic, his mind going completely blank for a moment.

There was no answer, and the voice rang out again.

"Who?"

The mouse was startled by the sudden sound, but he quickly recovered.

Oh right, someone came up this staircase; they're looking for someone! The one who spoke must have been the person who came up the staircase!
And then he realized that the tone of the voice sounded very familiar.

He quickly ran to the stair railing and peered down through the gap in the stairwell; the sound was coming from below.

Sure enough, he saw people on the floors below looking up through the gaps in the stairwell.

The mouse, who loves to eat, immediately recognized the face.

One punch and you're sent to your death!
Not long ago, I saw a figure heading to the Western Paradise flash by in the distance with a rustling sound near the elevator, and then the three of them were chased by a ghost.

After escaping the ghost's pursuit, the rat pondered on the road that the ghost must have started chasing them on its way to the Western Paradise, and only turned back to pursue them when it realized it couldn't catch up.

He was overjoyed to see Shangxitian Mouse in the stairwell. He excitedly called out to the people below, "Great! Shangxitian, I never expected to run into you here. I was so scared by myself just now. Let me see which floor you are on and I'll come down to find you."

As he spoke, he peered through the gap and counted how many more stairs he had to go down before he could catch up with his family in the Western Paradise.

As I was counting the mice, I suddenly felt something was off.

Why did he not look happy at all when he went to the Western Paradise? He still had the same expression as when he first saw me, his face didn't move at all, he just opened his eyes and peeked up through the gap in the stairs.

"What's wrong with you?" the mouse asked curiously.

He didn't say anything, just stared at him with half his head showing, his eyes fixed on him.

Only then did he notice that the half of the face peeking out below was completely bloodless, as white as paper. From this angle, the mouse could see half of the other person's neck. He finally saw that where the neck should have been, had disappeared, replaced by two hands.

It was two hands holding a human head, staring back at you!
The following seems to be in a bit of a rush.

The mouse saw the two hands move, and the pale white head it was holding also moved. A slightly off-key sound, with a long trailing echo, rang out in the hallway—

"Who?"

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