The male protagonist survives in the infinite game by supporting his wife

After dinner, Shi Jinzhe and Shehe read all the clarification news in the file bag found in Room 205.

The things written by "Gu Fang" indirectly forced hundreds of people to death over a period of several years. It is no exaggeration to say that he has committed a great deal of evil.

If he is just an artistic youth, then it is not unfair for him to be harassed by his creditors.

Seeing that it was almost half past ten and Zhou Xiao had not arrived yet, Shi Jinzhe decided to rest with Shehe first.

Before going to bed, the two chatted for a while about what to eat after the game, and discussed what was missing from the house on the artificial island. As they chatted, the volume of the whispers in the room became lower and lower until they fell asleep.

At eleven o'clock, all the lights in the room went out on time.

The people in Room 402 were sleeping quietly, unaware of the changes that took place in Building .

In the silent night, some people took action, while others fled in panic. The chaos of the night ended before dawn, and the building returned to normal.

At eight o'clock in the morning, a scream broke through the floors and reached Sheh's ears.

She opened her eyes, heard what was said in the crying voice, and then woke up.

"Someone died on the sixth floor."

Shi Jinzhe got up immediately. As a warm-hearted couple who get along well with everyone, they were the first group to arrive at the sixth floor.

A woman with disheveled hair and tears and snot was kneeling inside the door of Room 602, pushing the man lying on the ground.

Standing next to her was a man in his fifties. There was no expression on his face. He just patted the woman's shoulder comfortingly.

"He's so hard, he's dead. Let me get him out now."

……

What a hardcore comfort.

Shi Jinzhe knocked on the door. "What happened? We heard screaming and we were worried."

It's Thursday, and a real dead person finally appeared in this copy. If he didn't appear again, he wouldn't be able to find a starting point to solve the puzzle and wouldn't know where to start.

This dead man...

Shi Jinzhe looked at the positions of the people. As expected, the man in his fifties was Lao Zhao, the one crying out of breath was Xiao Zhao, and the one who died was the literary youth.

When Lao Zhao saw Shi Jinzhe, he softened his attitude and said, "It's you guys. It's nothing. He drank too much and died. It's not a big deal."

"No!" Xiao Zhao immediately retorted, "He didn't drink at all! There is no alcohol at home, and he doesn't like to drink."

Lao Zhao said calmly, "After being scolded by me like that, isn't it normal for him to drink a little to vent his anger?"

"No, he doesn't like to drink." Xiao Zhao cried and blamed himself, "It's all my fault. I shouldn't have been angry with him yesterday. I shouldn't have left him home alone. It's all my fault..."

"what happened?"

A hoarse female voice appeared behind Shi Jinzhe and Shehe. They turned around and saw a woman in her forties standing at the door, standing on tiptoe to look inside.

Shi Jinzhe: "Someone is dead."

"Dead?" The teacher squeezed to the door and looked at the body on the ground with an incredible look on his face.

"I said that the young couple was quarreling, but you, an old man, had to get involved and said you were venting your anger on your daughter, asking her to live with you, and saying that you were separating. Look, look, something happened, didn't it?"

Lao Zhao: "What does it have to do with me? He is dead anyway."

"How come it's none of your business? If Xiao Zhao had been watching here yesterday, would anything have happened to him?"

"He was drunk himself."

"There's not even any smell of alcohol. How can he be drunk? How much does one have to drink to kill him? It's not like he's allergic to alcohol." The teacher kept firing at Lao Zhao and kept arguing with him.

Shi Jinzhe took two steps back to watch the fight, his eyes shifting back and forth.

The teacher seemed to understand the literary youth quite well. He even said that it was impossible for him to be allergic to alcohol. This showed that they had some contact before.

"What happened?"

Another curious voice appeared, followed by footsteps running from the stairs one after another, and more and more people gathered at the door of Room 602.

Shehe was pulled behind Shi Jinzhe, and suddenly he felt a scrutinizing gaze lingering on him.

She turned her head and caught a glimpse of a man with beady eyes looking away in panic.

Shehe took a closer look and found that the face looked a bit like Wu Yu, but the temperament was more vulgar.

Wu Li's name quickly popped into his mind, and Shehe realized that this was Wu Yu's younger brother who had stolen women's underwear.

Seeing that he had been discovered, Wu Li decided not to join in the fun and turned around and left.

Sheh stared at his back, and unexpectedly caught a glimpse of a familiar face in the crowd.

She was the girl who followed Fu Guan in the previous copy, her name was Linlang.

She also saw him, and a little surprise showed in her eyes, but she quickly hid it and did not run up to recognize him.

As the crowd grew larger and larger, Shehe saw Linlang taking advantage of the movement of the crowd to change her position and come to his side. Shehe handed him a note with her fingertips and then walked away without leaving a trace.

The whole process was like a stranger neighbor accidentally touching her shoulder. Other than that, there was no other communication.

Sheh did not refuse the message delivered to his door. He put away the note and continued to watch the family farce inside the door with Shi Jinzhe.

Seeing more and more people at the door, Lao Zhao got angry and said, "If you are so free, why don't you line up to pay my rent?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the crowd dispersed, including the teacher who had refused to give in throughout the whole process and left in a hurry.

After a while, there were only four people left at the door of Room 602. Shi Jinzhe guessed that these people were all naughty players who were reluctant to leave.

Old Zhao grabbed the body of the young artist from his daughter’s hands and pulled him out forcefully, “If you keep him any longer, he’ll become smelly, let go!”

"Let me help you." Shi Jinzhe took the initiative to lend a hand and helped Lao Zhao hold the literary young man's body and drag him out together.

Xiao Zhao was about to struggle, but her shoulders sank. An unfamiliar girl was holding her shoulders firmly. Linlang comforted her, "Please accept my condolences. Let him rest in peace."

When Old Zhao saw that some people were helping to move the body and some were helping to pull Xiao Zhao away, he simply shouted at the others to leave, kicked the door of Room 602 shut, and waved his hands to drive them away.

"Everyone go back to your own homes and do what you need to do."

While Lao Zhao was chasing people away, Shi Jinzhe checked the literary young man's body as quickly as possible. The energy passed through his body and the feedback showed that there was nothing abnormal.

Lao Zhao ordered, "Come with me and take this man to the seventh floor."

Shi Jinzhe obeyed and did as he was told without asking why. His honest and dutiful performance pleased Lao Zhao very much.

Sheh followed behind him to ensure his safety, and watched the two of them enter 701 and come out. After saying goodbye to Lao Zhao, he walked back with him.

After entering the house, she took out the note Linlang gave her: "Take a look."

Shi Jinzhe took the note, a blank piece of paper with nothing written on it.

"She can stay with Fu Guan and not be so confused as to cheat high-level players of clues. There must be something else going on."

Sheh observed it for a few seconds and reminded: "There is a very light indentation."

Shi Jinzhe held up the piece of paper, looked left and right, then took out a pencil and started to scribble on it.

The rustling sound of the pencil tip covered the entire piece of paper, and the uneven marks of different depths quickly restored the traces left by the pen tip when writing.

C4H8O3.

Shi Jinzhe recognized the chemical formula: "It's gamma-hydroxybutyric acid, also known as GHB, commonly known as magic water, obedient water."