It's not too much to say that a beauty is a little bit stronger

At this moment, a low bell suddenly rang in the hall, the sound was dull and long.

The bells echoed in the empty hall, and each sound seemed to strike people's hearts, causing everyone present to raise their heads involuntarily and look towards the source of the sound.

Xiao Huai's eyes moved slightly and he looked at the big clock on the wall not far away.

It was an ancient and strange clock, with mottled patterns engraved all around it, and the time on the clock face was unclear.

The pointer was a human bone, emitting a pale luster, slowly pointing to the Roman numeral eight.

At this moment, the mechanical sound of the system suddenly reached everyone's ears.

"It's eight o'clock. All visitors please hurry to the hall for dinner. All visitors please hurry to the hall for dinner."

An information window popped up, flashing blood-red words, as if reminding them that this was an order that could not be ignored.

The mechanical voice announced it twice and then fell silent.

Chen Wangya chuckled and blinked: "It seems that the game is finally about to begin. I thought that the adults' copy would never be able to gather enough people."

She picked a seat with a smile, and sat down easily without paying any attention to the disgusting rotten food on the table.

Xiao Huai didn't say anything, his expression was indifferent. He walked towards the long table and sat at the edge.

The man in the suit adjusted his gloves expressionlessly, glanced at the boy beside him with contempt, and said coldly: "Remember, I will always keep an eye on you from now on."

The boy covered his injured ribs and stood up with difficulty, his face full of reluctance, but he followed the system's instructions and walked towards the long table with his head lowered.

At this time, four people were already sitting on the six chairs at the long table, and two people were still not there.

Chen Wangya supported her chin with both hands, looked at the other people at the table, and said with a smile: "Dinner party? You won't really let us eat these things, will you?" There was a hint of teasing in her tone.

Everyone was well aware that the system mall had been shut down and they could no longer buy food from it.

At this moment, everyone gathered around the dining table, as if they were about to start an extremely strange feast.

Just then, a man in a white coat slowly walked towards the dining table.

He was wearing a mask, his hair was a little messy, and his white coat was splattered with dried blood, which was shocking, as if he had just come from a tragic scene.

His eyes were cold and calm, which was chilling.

After arriving at his seat, the man sat down quietly without saying a word.

As he took his seat, a wooden sign appeared in front of each person at the long table.

Xiao Huai looked down and saw that the sign in front of him clearly read "Novelist"; the one in front of the young man read "Arsonist", and the one in front of the man in the suit read "Collector".

Chen Wangya glanced at the sign in front of her and sneered when she saw that it said "Patient".

The sign in front of the new man in a white coat read "Doctor".

But everyone waited for a long time, but the painter never showed up.

Just as the atmosphere was becoming increasingly oppressive, an old-fashioned phonograph beside the dining table suddenly made a clicking sound and started up automatically.

Then, an elegant violin music slowly flowed out, with clear and melodious sound, as if trying to create an elegant atmosphere.

However, in front of this rotten banquet, the melodious music seemed even more eerie.

As the music lingered, the light above the dining table suddenly flickered.

At this moment, everyone noticed a line of scarlet writing on the wooden sign in front of them, as if stained with blood, which was shocking:

Someone killed the painter

The writing was bright red in the soft light, like a warning.

The atmosphere at the table froze instantly, and everyone's eyes fell on the line of blood words. No one spoke, but each other's expressions began to change.

Chen Wangya glanced at the people around her with a half-smile. The hand supporting her chin moved slightly, and she chuckled softly, "Oh? The painter is dead? That looks like a puzzle game. I thought it would be very difficult, hehe."

Puzzle puzzle games are a relatively common type of horror games. If they appear at the thirteenth level of game difficulty, it is actually reassuring. After all, puzzle puzzles are difficult to solve, but they are also simple to solve.

The difficulty lies in the details, the ease lies in...

If the murderer is among them and kills everyone else, he will also win.

In silence, Xiao Huai glanced at everyone around the table.

The young man rubbed his hands nervously, his eyes flickering. The man in the suit straightened his sleeves indifferently, with a hint of coldness in his eyes. The doctor looked down at the sign in front of him with an expressionless face, as if everything had nothing to do with him.

At this moment, the music on the phonograph suddenly paused for a moment, and then the system's voice sounded again, with a cold and mechanical tone:

"Timed mission initiated: Find the painter's murderer. You have one hour. If you fail, everyone will be sentenced to death."

As soon as he finished speaking, the doctor, who had been silent all this time, laughed out loud.

Chen Wangya glanced at him and asked, "What are you laughing at?"

The doctor stood up and said, "I'm laughing. Can I fold all of you into paper figures in an hour?"

A one-hour timed mission.

As the words fell, a sinister aura emanated from the doctor. This oppressive feeling made Chen Wangya stand up and stare at him, "Is it you?"

Chen Wangya's eyes were fixed on the doctor. As the contemptuous laugh rang out, her pupils shrank slightly, and a long-lost name quickly emerged in her mind.

Zhao Yihe.

One of the most famous players in the horror game, and the only one among the top ten who has never hidden his identity.

He ranks ninth and is nicknamed "Origami Man".

How could she not recognize this notorious guy?

Chen Wangya stared at Zhao Yihe and said coldly, "You are not dead yet, Zhao Yihe."

She never forgot that people in the organization tried to bring Zhao Yihe into the group, thinking they had enough leverage.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Yihe just laughed coldly, and then in the copy, he folded those players into paper figures one by one and arranged them into strange queues.

In that copy, the only person Zhao Yihe let go was Chen Wangya.

Zhao Yihe walked slowly to Chen Wangya's side, raised his hand slightly, and a thin piece of paper flew from Chen Wangya's body into Zhao Yihe's hand.

The piece of paper quickly unfolded in the air, and it turned out to be a paper figure that looked exactly like Chen Wangya.

Zhao Yihe looked down at the paper figurine in his hand, then glanced at Chen Wangya with a sneer on his face.

"I'm lucky, and you're lucky too."

He paused, a cold light flashing in his eyes, "If I die, who will catch you, the fish that escaped the net?"

Chen Wangya's expression changed. She sneered and glared at Zhao Yihe, disgust flashing in her eyes. "A fish that slipped through the net? Those people are just arrogant and foolish guys, but I am different from them. Don't try to intimidate me with such means."

Zhao Yihe ignored her resistance and gently pinched the paper man with his fingers. The edges of the paper man began to curl up silently, as if twisted by an invisible force.

Zhao Yihe's eyes were as cold as ice: "Different? But in my opinion, there is not much difference between you two."