Infinite: Dawn Game

Yu Shijiu stood by the door, blinked, and fumbled to insert the room card into the slot.

Click.

The lights in the entire room instantly turned on, revealing everything around us.

This is a rather elegant European-style room. The walls are a warm yellowish cream color, the lighting is slightly white, and the bed is a retro reddish-brown with brown accents. On the cabinet near the bed is a vase with dense blue and white patterns, which blends in with the surrounding decor. Apart from the somewhat somber color of the bed, the colors of the other items, such as the sofa and coffee table, are quite nice.

They were all similar to the walls, a slightly darker creamy yellow.

The color of Yu Shijiu's room in town is somewhat similar.

Yu Shijiu gave a brief evaluation of the room he was going to stay in, then walked in, closed the door behind him, and collapsed onto the bed.

Hmm, it has a faint fragrance, not the musty smell he had imagined from years of no one living here.

This was unexpected.

He thought the room would smell musty.

Speaking of which, the sleeping environment for players in the Dawn game instance seems to be quite good, perfectly matching the comfortable environment that humans prefer.

Yu Shijiu lazily raised her chin, her gaze falling on the wall opposite the foot of the bed.

I didn't see it earlier because of the angle—there's actually a painting hanging on the wall opposite the foot of the bed.

The painting depicts a deep blue starry sky covering an entire sheet of paper, dotted with numerous "stars" drawn with yellow paint. The brushstrokes are childlike, as if drawn casually by a child.

It was completely out of place in this European-style guest room, so jarring that Yu Shijiu couldn't ignore it even if she wanted to.

Yu Shijiu clicked his tongue, propped his chin up on his hand, and looked at the starry sky painting from left to right for a while. Finally, he got out of bed and went closer to examine the painting.

As he got closer, besides the plastic smell of paint, he also smelled a faint, almost negligible, fishy odor.

—It's blood.

Yu Shijiu took a step back, her eyes gleaming with an eager impulse.

Since it's blood, it can't be the blood of anything else; it must be human blood.

Could the things that caused the "adventurers" to die in the Fuling Hotel be these paintings hanging in the rooms?

Is it really that simple?

Yu Shijiu didn't think too much about it. He carefully looked at the painting again from beginning to end, and after confirming that there was nothing strange about it, he reached out and took the frame off.

Players watching from outside the screen: "..."

Lu Chusheng, who had just finished everything and finally had some free time to rest, turned on his live stream: "..."

He watched as Yu Shijiu, who was placing the picture frame on the bed with great interest and curiously tapping on it, watched on the live stream screen, and his heart was in his throat.

Yu Shijiu... is still as bold as ever.

Lu Chusheng thought.

After confirming that the painting was not in immediate danger, Lu Chusheng hesitated for a while before finally deciding to briefly connect his consciousness with Feifei, who was in the game instance.

This is the first time in the game that the fat creature has separated from the one that was brought into the game.

Logically speaking, since Fatty is his innate skill, he should be considered half a Dawn player... unless something is different about this game instance.

Is it because every player receives a "pet", but Yu Shijiu happened to bring his own pet?

Lu Chusheng closed his eyes, and his consciousness gradually spread into the boundless, deathly darkness, gradually forming fine filaments, and slowly began to connect with the consciousness of Fatty in the game instance.

"?"

Lu Chusheng sat on the sofa with his eyes closed, his brows furrowed.

A few seconds later, he quickly opened his eyes, his chest heaving violently.

I can only connect with Fei Fei in a very slight way, or even nonexistently.

Fatty seemed to be in a state of dizziness and fainting, feeling weak all over and in some dark and damp place, unable to see or hear anything—no, he could still hear some things occasionally.

After careful consideration, Lu Chusheng finally defined the faint sounds he heard through Feifei's ears as "crying sounds".

It's crying.

Men and women, young and old, were all present.

The countless faint cries intertwined, forming a strange sound that defied precise description.

Why are so many people crying around Fei Fei?

For some reason, Lu Chusheng felt a vague sense of unease.

He stared at the boy on the screen who had already started trying to dismantle the picture frame with his hands, feeling an unusual irritation as the veins on his forehead throbbed.

Yu Shijiu...

On the screen, Yu Shijiu had already unscrewed a nail from the picture frame with his bare hands, and was rubbing his reddened fingers, eager to try the next nail.

Lu Chusheng: "..."

His gaze lingered on Yu Shijiu's flushed fingertips and face, and he slowly, very slowly, sighed.

With Chen Yi around, nothing should go wrong.

Boom boom boom!

A knock on the door interrupted Lu Chusheng's thoughts.

He looked up. "Come in."

The sound of the door being pushed open followed.

At the door, the doctor adjusted his glasses and smiled as he held up the takeout food he had brought.

"Brother Lu, food is essential for life. You can't be busy all day without eating, can you?"

The doctor chuckled and teased, "Those young ladies in the inspection team must be worried about you, Brother Lu, huh?"

The doctor, who had walked into the room on his own, soon saw Yu Shijiu on the screen and looked at him in surprise for several moments.

He placed the packed food on the table. "Will you check on him whenever you have a spare moment?"

Lu Chusheng rubbed his aching temples. "My memory has been fragmented lately."

During this period, Lu Chusheng dreamed of Yu Shijiu almost every night. Most of the time, it was just fragmented memories, such as Yu Shijiu, who looked very young, sitting on the security window and talking to him with a smile, or Feifei jumping down from the security window and into his hands... Many fragmented memories, and even repeated scenes.

Lu Chusheng looked up, and the dark circles under his eyes and the bloodshot veins in his eyes startled the doctor who hadn't seen him for the past few days.

"Brother Lu, what's wrong?"

The doctor instinctively reached for his medication, "Have you been sleeping poorly lately? Should I prescribe some sleeping pills for you?"

"……No."

Lu Chusheng closed his eyes and said in a deep voice, "When will my memories be fully restored?"

"...Hard to say."

The doctor put his hands in the two pockets of his white coat and shook his head.

"Although Brother Lu, you are still in a barely manageable state, I can't say for sure if you will revert to your old self."

"Is there any medicine that can suppress it?"

Lu Chusheng asked.

The doctor sighed helplessly, "I'm sorry, we really don't have that."

“However,” the doctor said, glancing meaningfully at Yu Shijiu on the screen, “it seems he had just remembered something.”

"Maybe he'll be the 'medicine'?"