Ming Ke: When the villain accidentally mixes into the protagonist group

"The chair belongs to the fourth floor, so it's not against the rules to move it to any other floor." The host, who was celebrating his birthday, spoke softly, but everyone in room number 4 could hear him clearly.

Bourbon, who had just stepped out of the room, stopped abruptly upon hearing the host's words. His breath caught in his throat. He seemed to have guessed why he hadn't found the Sinful Puppet Master yet. But the cruise ship was so big, which floor could he be hiding on? But now was not the time to think about that.

Bourbon suppressed his chaotic thoughts, glanced at the cobra-like woman beside him, and tentatively called out, "Miss Liang..."

The cobra woman calmly turned to look at the Siamese cat, a slight smile playing on her lips, her tone laced with amusement. "Mr. Siamese cat, if you want to test me, there's no rush. Right now, the most important thing is to think carefully about where we can hide the chairs most safely." With that, she led the way out of room number 4.

Bourbon followed closely behind, a calm smile on his face. "I was just about to bring this up. I wonder what Miss Liang's thoughts are? After all, what's hidden will eventually be found."

"Then let's not hide?" The cobra woman glanced at the Siamese cat that had followed them, a dark glint flashing in her eyes.

"Oh, who—killed Cock Robin? The prelude is on." A clear, melodious child's voice echoed through the corridor, mingled with the sound of hurried footsteps. "Look, my dear, they are right hurrying for their stage..."

In room number 4.

After receiving the host's reply, the orange-pig woman paused for a moment, then suddenly turned around and ran quickly towards the corner where the frog cult leader was.

The Frog Cult Leader acted decisively, lowering his voice to order those around him: "Pass the word down, expand the search! Leave no floor unchecked, no corner unsearched!"

“Master, we have searched every floor. If we could find the chair or Protector Chun… we would have found it long ago…” The black-robed man replied with a troubled expression, his voice growing softer and softer until his lips moved a few times but no sound came out.

"I'll go find it! Go to the third floor below, you take some people upstairs." The orange-pig woman who ran back gave the frog cult leader these instructions before hurriedly leaving with several men in black robes.

The Frog Cult Leader looked at the Orange Pig Woman's retreating figure, sighed silently, glanced at the host in the center of the arena, and led the remaining black-robed cultists out of Room 4, stepping onto the stairs leading to the fifth floor.

At this point, there were not many people left in room number 4.

Seated in a chair, the underworld princess Mafia Karen hummed a nursery rhyme along to the music: "With emerged faces, time breaks along. With endless chaos, visions quietly cross. Fluttered are feathers, plunging is arrow. Familiar yet never be found..."

Her empty prosthetic eyes were always fixed on the gray rabbit on the other side of the room. Between her slender fingers was a chip engraved with the letter "U", the cold edge of the chip gleaming coldly.

After watching the black-robed man's figure disappear from sight, the man in the red fox mask turned to the gray wolf and whispered, "I'm going to check out the fifth floor. Do you want to come with me?"

Scotland looked up at the bright moon, a strange unease rising in his heart. Bloody images flashed uncontrollably through his mind. "The game area is the entire fourth floor. If I leave, will the rule about violence still be in effect?"

As the words fell, a somber atmosphere lingered between Scotland and the man in the red fox mask, only to be broken by Mingyue: "I want to go to the first floor and see if anyone has already discovered something."

"One floor?" The man in the red fox mask frowned slightly. He thought of the bloodstained iron cage, and the black goat...

"The swan wields its sturdy hoe and shovel, digging three zhang (approximately 10 meters) of earth beneath its feet..." Mingyue hummed a nursery rhyme, turned to look at Scotland, and revealed an innocent smile, "Little Cake Brother, how many meters is three zhang?"

Upon hearing this, Scotland looked up at the ceiling, silently estimating in his mind that if the ceiling height was about three meters, then...

The man in the red fox mask seemed to have thought of something. He took a deep breath, looked at the floor beneath his feet, and murmured softly, "The Black Horse and the Orange Pig also hummed this line."

“Yes!” Mingyue nodded repeatedly. “If we don’t investigate, perhaps it will be just like the lyrics, ‘the truth that drifted away and the thoughts that fell to the ground were crushed in time.’”

"Shall we go take a look together?" The man in the red fox mask looked at the gray wolf, his eyes filled with inquiry and questioning.

However, Scotland, behind the gray wolf mask, hesitated to make a decision, looking at Mingyue with concern.

“Let’s go~” Mingyue shook Scotland’s arm and looked at the man with the red fox mask. “Going to the fifth floor to investigate the next game is too early. Let’s go to the first floor. Something must have happened there.”

Scotland pursed his lips, nodded slightly, and held up three fingers towards Mingyue, "Three rules."

"Okay, I promise I won't run around." Mingyue took Scotland's hand and said with a smile, "I didn't hide anything from you."

“Hmm,” Scotland replied with a smile.

The familiar and melodious song continued playing over the loudspeaker as the orange-pig girl walked through the chaotic corridor and up the stairs...

(To be continued...)