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"..."

Chen Miao lay quietly on his bed, hands placed on his chest, gazing at the ceiling without even taking off his clothes.

There was no electric light inside the room, nor any candles or other lighting items.

Following the coming of night, only the moonlight streaming through the window could be seen, and the rural night was much quieter than that of the city. However, this village's night was even quieter than that of the majority of other rural areas.

There was no sound of cicadas...

Well, it was winter, so the sound of cicadas wouldn't normally be present, but aside from cicadas, there was also no barking of dogs, crowing of roosters, or chirping of birds.

Everything was extremely quiet.

He didn't close his eyes; under such circumstances, sleep was tough to come by. Unsurprisingly, the people in the other rooms probably weren't asleep either, waiting patiently.

He did want to see what kind of strange occurrences might happen after nightfall.

Just then—

He suddenly heard a faint human voice beside his ear. He couldn't make out what was being said, only that there was a voice, and it seemed to be coming from under his bed.

Before he could even react,

he saw a dark figure flip through the window and stand at the door, staring straight at him.

"..."

Chen Miao, while not overly frightened within, simply sat up cross-legged on the bed and cradled the Thompson Submachine Gun in his arms, looking quizzically at the dark shadow standing in the doorway.

Wasn't there supposed to be a protection talisman hanging at the door?

You just waltzed in through the window?

His window was closed, though.

He did hope that the shadow would attack him. As long as it attacked, it would prove his guess was right; the concern expressed by the strong man at twilight was indeed his own concern as well.

The crisis after nightfall was to be determined—was it a scripted kill or a normal danger within this secret realm?

And verifying this was actually quite simple.

What exactly did that guiding villager say?

The exact words were, "There will be danger after nightfall, but the protection talisman at the door will keep you safe."

If the protection talisman couldn't ensure their safety inside the house, then the latter part of the villager's statement wasn't absolute; by the same logic, neither was the first half, which would mean this wasn't a scripted kill.

It was by the same logic.

If the protection talisman really worked, then it might actually be a script for a murder mystery game.

Now, with the dark shadow having so easily infiltrated the house, he had already put a question mark on the guiding villager's words. All that was left was for the shadow to launch an attack against him, and everything would fall apart.

But just then—

The shadow at the door, as if running out of patience, stepped out of the darkness, preparing to move forward. But at that moment, the shadow seemed to be struck a heavy blow, and Chen Miao faintly heard a pained roar near his ear.

Then he saw the dark figure flee through the window at the speed of escape.

"Huh?"

With a slightly odd expression on his face, Chen Miao looked towards the protection talisman hanging on the door, feeling somewhat hesitant inside. Could this talisman actually work? Was this really a plot-driven element?

At that moment.

The paper cup fixed on his bedside table suddenly shook. The bottom of the cup had been poked through, and a nylon rope with metal mixed in stretched from the bottom of the cup straight out the window.

If the perspective were elevated, one would see.

This perfectly taut nylon rope extended to a tree outside Chen Miao's house, then looped around before running straight into the brawny man's room, where another paper cup was connected to the end of the nylon rope.

At this time, the brawny man was tugging at the nylon rope uneasily. After patiently waiting for a moment, the rope shook uncontrollably outside the house. He then hurriedly put the cup to his mouth and said,

"How's it going? Any situation on your side? Everything's normal here."

After he finished speaking, he tugged on the nylon rope again, then pressed the cup to his ear.

...

This was a simple communication device made by Chen Miao. Since watches couldn't be used here and it wasn't convenient to speak loudly after dark, two people in different rooms needed some other method to communicate.

This method was the quickest.

It was a simple principle, one that had been taught in middle school and could even be found in elementary science reading materials. As long as the rope was pulled tight enough and ideally contained some metal material,

even a very soft voice could be transmitted smoothly to the other end through the nylon rope.

It was very convenient for situations where speaking loudly wasn't appropriate.

He and the brawny man had agreed that to signal speaking, they would tug once, and tug again after finishing, to facilitate timely communication and avoid missing any messages.

"A shadowy figure came in, stood at the door for a while, then seemed to be heavily injured and left through the window. I could faintly hear the figure's pained growls after being injured."

"What? I didn't see anything like that over here, but I did hear some kind of voice under my bed, like the muffled growls of someone injured, yet I saw nothing."

"..."

Chen Miao remained silent without any expression on his face, thinking it best to communicate with the other few people to gather more information. Unfortunately, when he had proposed installing such communication devices in the other three rooms,

the man in the tailcoat scoffed and gave him a disdainful look. Though he didn't speak, his refusal and scorn were fully displayed.

The two women were still hovering on the edge of an emotional breakdown over some trivial romance, completely forgetting they were in a Class C secret realm. They had completely ignored his suggestion and were sulking in their own rooms.

He rubbed his temples with some irritation. It was indeed difficult when teammates were uncooperative. If only Hungry Monkey and Yuan Buping were here, dealing with such random strangers was truly vexing.

Just at that moment—

A shrill scream pierced the night air, a woman's scream filled with endless fear and horror. Chen Miao's ears perked up immediately; judging by the sound, it seemed to come from the older sister's room of the pair of sisters.

Although the voice was unsettling,

it was strong and did not sound like she was injured, more like she was frightened.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Chen Miao's eyes narrowed; he made no sound and had no intention of pushing the door open to investigate, simply waiting patiently for what would follow. He wanted to see if the woman would die tonight, thinking that if faced with certain death, she would instinctively scream out in her final moments.

But after waiting for a while, he didn't hear the woman's dying cry for help.

Instead, everything went quiet again, and calm returned.