Horror games? Whatever, I'll die.

Lin Yisen was the only one left in the empty animal house.

He stared blankly in the direction Liang Zaibing had left for a while, then without warning, he pulled out a dagger and slashed his left arm. He even tore at the wound horizontally with his bare hands a few times to slow down the healing process.

Fresh blood dripped down his arm, staining his pure white lab coat red.

Lin Yisen frowned as he endured the pain and weakness caused by blood loss.

Only in this way can he remain sober.

They had already roughly figured out the path to survival: release the dungeon boss, destroy the researchers' protective suits, and then they could successfully get through this dungeon as long as they stayed in the SH room.

Liang Zaibing took on the most dangerous tasks; he, who was safely hidden in the safe house, couldn't afford to let things fall apart at the crucial moment.

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After entering the corridor, Liang Zaibing closed her left eye again.

The view shifted, and the charred corpse lying on the ground reappeared. Liang Zaibing followed the direction they were pointing and continued forward.

After passing the last charred corpse, he was surprised to find that the room in front of him showed no signs of fire damage.

Chen An deliberately avoided the SH laboratory because he didn't want to harm the players who were also test subjects. So why was this room able to remain unscathed in the fire?

Is it that they don't want to, or that they can't?

All the charred corpses crawled towards this place; here lay what they desired, something that would allow them to return to their lofty status as researchers—

Protective clothing.

Liang Zaibing's thinking was clearer than ever before.

This discovery made up for the flaws in the previous plan. He had to take all the protective suits away to prevent 077 from having the chance to come back with new protective suits.

Without hesitation, Liang Zaibing stepped into the laboratory labeled "bf".

The gray-white room was empty, with a blank wall facing the door and two floor-to-ceiling cabinets on either side.

Liang Zaibing first opened the cabinet door on the left. On the shelf were sealed test tubes, tissue specimens, and some supernatural items.

It seems this room is the research institute's storage room.

Liang Zaibing only glanced at it briefly before turning her gaze to the locked compartment at the bottom.

It is approximately 1m x 0.8m in length and width, which is just right for storing protective clothing.

He quickly unlocked the cabinet with the master key, bent down to look at the contents, and was suddenly met with a pair of lifeless eyes.

Liang Zaibing's pupils contracted slightly, and she subconsciously took a few steps back.

This distance allows for a clear view of what's inside the cabinet: a folded female corpse has been forcefully shoved into the small cabinet, her hand clutching a heavy blue protective suit tightly.

He had seen this woman before, the one who died at the very beginning, number 1603.

He instantly recalled 077's strange attitude towards the deceased 1603 at the beginning of the story—disgust yet indifference.

Everyone seemed used to it, treating her like she was invisible, dragging her out and stuffing her into this cabinet.

[Congratulations to the player for triggering the hidden storyline: The Betrayed Lamb]

It prostrated itself, offering the skins of its fallen comrades to the dead butchers, praying that its vile desires would be fulfilled.

The butcher, now possessing the skin, manipulates the body of the dead, rises from the rotting earth, and brandishes his sharp cleaver at the stray lambs.

The butcher said: As you wish.

The system's notification sound helped him understand all the unresolved questions: about the tenth person, and how 077 obtained the experimental suit.

The experimental subjects who survived thanks to Chen An's protection, for their own selfish desires, brought the protective suits to the researchers, allowing them to reappear in the world.

Her wish, of course, was not fulfilled; she became a corpse, curled up in this dark, sunless cellar.

Perhaps out of guilt, she would appear among them whenever a new batch of experimental subjects arrived at the research institute. If they had searched her carefully at that time, they could have found important clues on her, but unfortunately, no one did so.

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Liang Zaibing pulled the protective suit from her hand.

[Item Obtained: Protective Suit from D Research Institute]

[Effect: Maintains stable mental state, suppresses mutations, and isolates attacks from supernatural forces (cannot block physical attacks; becomes ineffective upon damage)]

[Items exclusive to this instance; cannot be taken out of the instance.]

Liang Zaibing was initially very excited, thinking this was simply a magic weapon for clearing dungeons; wearing it would allow her to roam freely in dungeons.

His face fell immediately upon seeing the last sentence. This inventory-deducting system was definitely not going to let him get those overpowered items so easily.

Liang Zaibing grumbled as she put on the protective suit, then walked to the other side and opened the cabinet.

The cabinet had no partitions; the entire two-person-high surface was filled with nailed butterfly specimens.

Rose Swallowtail, Green-banded Swallowtail, Cupid Swallowtail, Paradise Swallowtail, Morpho Blue Swallowtail...

These beautiful little creatures, both well-known and unknown, have been stripped of their lives, leaving only their pretty shells for people to admire.

The colorful scales and wings shimmered so vividly, as if they could flap their wings and escape this butterfly graveyard at any moment.

For a moment, Liang Zaibing was confused, not understanding why there was such a wall of butterfly specimens that seemed out of place in the original artwork.

But soon, he noticed that in the center of this butterfly wall, in front of an inconspicuous pink butterfly was a glass bottle, and he was very familiar with the light brown eyeball inside.

Although she didn't know why her eyeballs were there, Liang Zaibing still reached out to grab them immediately.

Whether it can be put back is another matter, but if it's left in the instance, there's really no chance of it being restored.

But just as he was about to touch the jar, the space was suddenly torn apart, and chaos and disorder filled the small space.

The bottle seemed to be just an arrow's throw away from him, yet he could never reach it no matter what.

Just then, a long, boneless hand appeared like a ghost in the spacetime rift, ignoring the spacetime turbulence that could tear everything apart, and took the glass jar containing his eyeballs.

A clear, ethereal voice pierced through countless times and spaces, resounding distinctly in his ears: "Thank you for your gift, I really like it."

Liang Zaibing could do nothing but watch helplessly as her eyes were taken away.

No, he'll remember that damn hand. He'll recognize it the next time they meet and beat that damn bastard to a pulp so he'll get his eyes back.

As Liang Zaibing gritted her teeth, she didn't notice that the live chat had already exploded.

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"Holy crap, holy crap, am I seeing things? That crescent moon mark on my wrist?!"

"Tearing through the void, traversing space—who else could it be but him?"

"What kind of riddle are you playing? I can't understand you."

"Shh, shh, shh! Don't let anyone say his name. If they sense it, we're dead!"

"Is this some kind of exaggeration? He can't even say his name. Is he Voldemort?"

"Who in a horror game can be this arrogant? Even the system can't do that, right?"

"The number one horror game developer, what do you think?"