In the dining room, the golden-haired Holy Son was gathering every search team in the mental asylum, consolidating all the information they had at present.
When the cold system prompt appeared, everyone stilled.
[S-rank Thriller Trainee Zhuge An has cleared the instance.]
No one could describe the mood of the remaining trainees in the mental asylum after hearing this system prompt.
Most likely, every single person was dumbfounded.
Let alone the trainees, even the viewers watching from an omniscient perspective were equally shocked.
[Wtf, no, how did Master Zhuge know the answer? What happened in the last ten minutes?]
[They just disappeared for a moment, then the system announced that Master Zhuge had cleared the instance. My head is filled with confused Nick Young question marks.]
[Waitwaitwaitwait, what???? Iâm slowly getting down on my knees, Iâm really getting down on my knees. Itâs not even halfway through the second day, and the difficulty level is close to S-rank!!]
[Upstairs, youâre not alone. Iâm also kneeling as I watch the live broadcast⊠Too dope.]
[Do you guys live under a rock? Just think about what Master Zhuge did in the âCursed Maskâ, then youâll feel that this speed of clearance is nothing. Otherwise? Did you think that he got his No. 3 rank by doing nothing?]
[But why doesnât he have to finish the full duration of the instance? Is this a special situation?]
âZhuge An has cleared the instance?!â
After a moment of silence, everyone then whispered to each other disbelievingly, an intense discussion breaking out.
At this moment, Qin Ye also happened to bring up all the teams searching basement 1.
âThose two newcomers got new intel in the washroom not long ago.â
He pointed to the two newcomers standing behind him. âYou, say it.â
âY, Your Holiness.â
Facing No. 7, that boisterous newcomer was evidently very nervous, stammering over his words.
âDonât be afraid,â Messiah told him kindly. âJust tell us what information you obtained.â
âA moment ago, Xu Wenji and I were searching the washroom on basement 1.â
The newcomer struggled to untwist his tongue. âThen we found a cubicle door that refused to open⊠Just when we were about to shove it, the door suddenly opened. The dark-haired S-rank and that pretty looking E-rank came out from inside together.â
When two men sneakily hid in a toilet cubicle, one which had an exceedingly cramped space, what else could they be doing?
A number of people looked at each other meaningfully.
Messiahâs eyebrows knit together. âI see. Thank you for the work.â
This innocuous tidbit initially didnât sound like anything much. But when pieced together with the system prompt, the significance behind it couldnât be compared with the same breath.
âJust now, at the stairwell, werenât Zhuge An and that white-haired E-rank moving together?â
He Jianlan gazed down at his blurry reflection on a spoon. âThe white-haired brat must have told Zhuge An the S-rank clue he held onto, or Zhuge An could never have cleared the instance this quick.â
If Zhuge An had the ability to leave the instance alone, then he would have long cleared it, and wouldnât have dragged it until now.
âIn my opinion, the most urgent mission now is to catch hold of that E-rank back.â
Jiang Yuan said viciously from the side, âThe clue on him must be crucial and directly related to the plotline of this instance.â
Meng Tianlu also expressed his agreement. âThatâs right. Weâre missing vital information now. Since someone has cleared the instance, that means that the clue to the S-rank prop must be important.â
Many of the veterans were still secretly coveting that black iron box they had seen in the operating theatre.
Now that the first person to clear the instance had appeared, no one could be sure if he had taken that mysterious S-rank prop. And if he hadnâtâŠ
âIndeed. Your Holiness, we canât risk dragging it out to the third day.â
âYeah, we donât know what could happen on the third day. Moreover, there are so many newcomers here without the means to defend themselves, all of whom require protection from us veterans. But itâs difficult to even guarantee our own safety. Your Holiness, please reconsider, this clue is very important to us!â
Under normal circumstances, how much better could an E-rank trainee with an S-rank clue fare?
If he wanted to keep the treasure, he also needed to have the strength to keep it. Honestly speaking, if it werenât for Messiah protecting him, the veterans would have used force to coerce the white-haired E-rank long ago. Who would let him keep strutting around, all high and mighty?
Whispering to each other, everyone unanimously turned their gazes to Messiah.
In this situation where they lacked clues and leads, the Holy Son was thrust into the centre of the discourse.
They all needed a clear path, a clear path that was laid before them.
People would often turn contemptible when facing life and death. Zong Jiu was only an E-rank; was anyone able to guarantee that these veterans wouldnât disobey the Holy Sonâs orders on the sly, and use other means to force him to reveal that clue about the S-rank prop?
Under everyoneâs gazes, Messiah wearily closed his eyes.
He finally spoke.
âHe will join us.â
â
Zong Jiu pushed open the door of the ward.
The gaze of the high school student standing outside kept darting behind him. âJiu-ge!â
âJiu-ge, did you hear that system prompt just now! Zhuge An has cleared the instance!â
Sheng Yuâs face was completely shocked, and even unconsciously flapped his arms around to fully express his current mood.
The white-haired young man gave him an unreadable look. âYeah, Iâm shocked too.â
Actually, Zong Jiu had taken it quite well. Whether or not Zhuge An cleared the instance didnât have anything to do with him, in any case. All he knew was that he had already gotten the information that he wanted from Zhuge An.
What really surprised Zong Jiu was Sheng Yuâs flawless acting skills.
In fact, Sheng Yu and Zhuge An were the two candidates that Zong Jiu had ruled out from the offset of being a mole.
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The reason for ruling out Sheng Yu was very simple, for this person didnât even exist in the novel.
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Before, when Sheng Yu came to talk to him in the dining room with his dinner tray, even though Zong Jiu was surprised, he didnât suspect him. Moreover, there was a chance task in the novel to find the mole, so Zong Jiu had the preconceived notion that since Sheng Yu, having joined later, naturally shouldnât be a problem, so he simply ruled him out.
Then why was Zong Jiu so sure that Sheng Yu was the mole later?
It was due to the way that the canonical character died in the novel.
In the novel, the canonical character, a cannon fodder and glass vase, had asked another newcomer to accompany him to the washroom, and as a result, encountered the first horrific incident in the washroom of the mental asylum instance.
Specifically what this horrific incident was, Zong Jiu didnât know. This was because when writing first deaths in horror works, an author usually wouldnât write concrete details about how they died. They would only keep exaggerating the chilling atmosphere and place extra emphasis on the tragic condition of the corpse after death, in order to maintain the mysterious and scary atmosphere.
Even so, Zong Jiu still received an invaluable piece of information from the novel.
The canonical character went into the cubicle to use the toilet, and the newcomer who accompanied him stood guard outside the washroom. As he was too afraid, the canonical character deliberately left the cubicle door open and was sent off the set midway through his peeing.
The canonical characterâs head fell straight off his neck, so it went without saying that there came a dull thumping sound from the washroom. The newcomer guarding the door didnât even dare to go in to check; he got so frightened that he immediately turned tail and fled, only to be inevitably and tragically killed as he looked over his shoulder.
Then, the newcomerâs corpse disappeared without a trace. The canonical characterâs head was used to make a human head mop, which was casually dumped in the washroomâs dirty sink.
According to the plot, the two people who went to the washroom should have died.
But Sheng Yu didnât die. Not only had he not died, he also accurately described what happened when the guy in glasses went to the washroom.
At that time, Zong Jiu had tightly clenched the ballpoint pen hidden under his sleeve, his muscles tense.
Would a monster pick and choose between two people that were singled out and served on a platter? Under a situation where there was ample time, it was impossible to only have killed the guy in glasses, not to mention the fact that it achieved a double kill in the novel, making this comparison all the more striking.
He started to grow wary of Sheng Yu then.
In order to test this suspicion, Zong Jiu sneaked into the washroom in the alternate dimension.
Incidentally, Zong Jiu was vaguely aware of the presence of another dimensional space in this instance, as the novel had briefly touched on a scene in basement 2 from Vincentâs perspective.
However, at the start, Zong Jiu thought that basement 2 was the only channel to the alternate dimensional space, and hadnât realised that there was also some probability of being pulled into the alternate dimension when alone.
Zong Jiu saw the corpse of the guy in glasses in the washroom of the alternate dimension.
Sure enough, the incision on the neck was very flat, more like the actions of a human than that so-called âghost that existed in the alternate dimensionâ.
Although He Jianlan didnât look very smart and his reasoning was full of holes, he had, by dumb luck, gotten something right.
The guy in glasses was murdered by a person; the time at which it happened did not fall on the hour.
And with this, who the mole was, was as clear as day.
But this didnât represent the end. There was still another mole in this instance.
This matter was probably hidden even from Zhuge An, but it was very clear to Zong Jiu.
Because after Zong Jiu kicked open the three cubicle doors of the washroom and checked that they were indeed empty, he had also taken the time to take a look at the sinks of the washroom.
The mop in the sink was a regular mop. There was even a large spider web under the tap; if someone wanted to hide a head in the mop, they would definitely have to break the spider web to do so.
Not to mention that when Zong Jiu kicked the door in, the head of the guy in glasses wasnât made into a human mop and put into the sink yet, like the canonical character of the novel. But later on, after Messiah led the veterans to search for it, someone had inexplicably hidden the head in the mop, so it was impossible that there wasnât an accomplice.
Moreover, even without Sheng Yu in the novel, the system had likewise issued a chance task involving the existence of moles. It was easy to deduce that aside from Sheng Yu, there should be another mole existing within the trainees in the novel.
Who was it?
While listening to Sheng Yu talk, Zong Jiu secretly mulled over this.
Sheng Yu was vividly describing the scene in the stairwell to Zong Jiu.
When he finished, he furtively lowered his voice. âJiu-ge, have you noticed those two yet?â
Not far down the corridor, two newcomers were approaching this area, whether by accident or by conscious design, with the words âweâre watching youâ practically written over their faces in bold.
Sheng Yu, âI feel like theyâre watching us, what now?â
Zong Jiu shrugged nonchalantly, âWhat else? We are now abandoned by both coattails, why not we just go over and take a look at the dining room?â
From the various hints and conjectures, the mole card that Sheng Yu received should have extremely high authority. Otherwise, there was no way to explain how an F-rank could effortlessly kill and transfer the corpse to the alternate dimension at his whim before Zong Jiu had arrived.
He was definitely in possession of the key that Zhuge An said was able to open the alternate dimensional space at will, and the plaintext of the VigenĂšre cipher before it was encrypted by a key. As long as he acquired the key, he could clear the main task of the ordinary identity card; regarding this, Zhuge An was the best example.
Zong Jiu was curious what Sheng Yuâs objective was, and what the main task of the mole card he received was.
If he simply wanted to kill people for fun or kill all the trainees, Sheng Yu was fully able to toss all courtesy to the wind and kill him off, an E-rank, in the washroom straightaway. Alternatively, he could have plunged a knife into Zong Jiu before Zong Jiu managed to discover the chinks in his narrative through the events that conspired.
But Sheng Yu hadnât.
Not only had he not, he didnât even have the slightest intention of pushing the envelope or stirring up trouble.
He played the image of an obtuse high school student to near perfection, following behind him, calling Jiu-ge at every turn, and pretending that he didnât have any other schemes up his sleeve.
Zong Jiu didnât believe that he didnât have any plans.
But⊠this did remind him of the prophecy that Zhuge An mentioned before he left.
âWhere are you going? Hm?â
A low voice suddenly came from above them.
A man in a white coat slowly walked out from the shadows.
Against the dim light, his ordinary silhouette projected a profound depth, like a sinister devil escaping the deep abyss.
The doctorâs eyes scanned the four men before him with interest, his gaze lingering on the white-haired young man for an extraordinarily long time.
Zong Jiu felt like he was being watched by a venomous snake, and shivers of electricity involuntarily rolled up his spine.
âThe nurse has been looking for you for a long time. Itâs time to head upstairs for your medicine.â
Sheng Yu spoke, confused. âMedicine? What medicine? Donât we only have to take medicine at night?â
Dr. Chu didnât say anything. He pointed behind them, a strange smile deepening on his face.
On the wall above the oil lamp, the clock leisurely rested at ten oâclock.
Ten oâclock!
Sheng Yu and the other two newcomers showed looks of disbelief.
How could this be? They distinctly remembered that they hadnât even eaten lunch!
[Wtf, why is it ten oâclock all of a sudden. Iâm confused again.]
[Wasnât it just twelve oâclock⊠heck, what the hell is this?]
[Could the answer to this instance have something to do with time? But thatâs not right, I saw Master Zhuge speculate that this was a space-based puzzle instance on his live broadcast earlier, whatâs going on?]
Zong Jiu stood aside, his eyes darkening.
The time when the guy in glasses died, and the time when Zong Jiu was pulled into the alternate dimensional space, was exactly ten oâclock.
This time was highly likely to be a symbol of the opening of the alternate dimension!
The white-haired young manâs head snapped up.
But at present, the doctor with his gold-rimmed glasses was still standing there, and the scenery around him hadnât changed in the slightest.
âHurry up and take your medicine. Everyoneâs waiting for you.â
The doctorâs eyes curved, reminding in a seemingly friendly manner, âItâs unwise to wander around in a group.â
âOh. Thatâs right.â
He lowered his head and absently glanced at the gold watch on his wrist. âItâs almost time for room checks. The head nurse should have told you that there are rules prohibiting nighttime excursions.â
âIf you violate the asylumâs rules and get caught on a nighttime excursionââ
The man brushed past Zong Jiu, maliciousness slowly obscuring the pupils hidden behind the glasses.
âDisobedient patients⊠will be punished.â
Only after the hems of the white coat disappeared down into basement 2 did Sheng Yu then say, trembling, âJiu-ge, why did it suddenly become ten oâclock? What should we do?â
Act, just keep acting. Iâll quietly watch you perform.
Zong Jiu kicked the ball back to him. âAh, looks like thereâs no way out. Letâs go upstairs to look for the Holy Son first.â
The few of them walked to the dining room and, under the watchful eyes of a circle of nurses, went through the process of taking their medicine again.
The hand Zong Jiu used to clip the pill imperceptibly swept past the wide pocket of the hospital gown. As he looked up, he happened to hear the nurses conversing with each other.
âTomorrow will be the third day that this batch of patients have come; looks like weâll be having another holiday period soon.â
Strangely enough, this seemed to be the first conversation that they had ever heard from them.
The toneless voices gradually drifted away, down the empty corridor, and the legs of the newcomers all shook hearing this.
In actuality, the present atmosphere in the dining room wasnât great.
There was virtually the same anxiety and fear painted across everyoneâs faces, so much so that they hadnât even noticed Zong Jiu and the others who had walked into the dining room.
Messiah looked sombre. âTime has been sped up.â
The veterans remained silent; their expressions didnât look much better.
Just a moment ago, they were in the dining room discussing the list of people going down to basement 2 in the afternoon. The next second, the nurse appeared out of thin air, carrying the medicine basket, coldly informing them that it was time for them to take their medication.
Time had been sped up by ten hours out of nowhere!
What was even more frightening was that they werenât clear on the reason why time had been sped up.
No one knew whether it was because Zhuge Anâs early clearance of the instance that caused the difficulty of the instance to increase dramatically in the later stage, or because there were such variables that already existed in the instance.
âWe canât delay any longer. Everyone has to come with me to basement 2 tonight.â
The newcomers lost the colour in their faces. âWe have to go too?â
âDidnât you hear what the nurse said?â He Jianlan said icily. âIf this drags on past tonight, no one can guarantee what will happen on the third day. After midnight, it can be considered the third day.â
âBut, butâŠâ
To these newcomers without a smidge of experience, in this short time, the two words âbasement 2â had become synonymous with a flood of calamities.
âWhat do you mean by but.â
A veteran spoke impatiently. âIf it werenât for the benevolence of His Holiness, we wouldnât have bothered with you newcomers. Thriller Trainee is a survival show for the best, not any regular instance for contenders. There are rewards for helping newcomers in regular instances, but helping you now doesnât only bring us nothing, but you guys are also such rebellious eyesores. In other words, whether you live or die is none of our business.â
The golden-haired Holy Son gave the veteran a reprimanding look. He turned over to placate, âBased on the situation today, youâre likely to die if you stay in your quarters.â
âFollow me. I will try my best to keep you safe.â
After saying this last statement, Messiah glanced to the side, his azure eyes looking towards the entrance to the dining room.
Everyoneâs gazes turned over in unison.
The white-haired youth just stood there, magnanimously accepting the baptism of gazes that scrutinised him.
In these gazes, there was worry, greed, and undisguised envy.
Zong Jiu, however, stretched his limbs as if he didnât feel them, even bending from side to side and yawning where he was.
Some of the veterans were about to speak up indignantly, but were all stopped by Messiah.
The golden-haired Holy Son looked at them, his gaze brimming with sincerity. âNow that Zhuge An already cleared the instance, join us again, alright?â
But there wasnât any reason for Zong Jiu to agree.
Breaking away from Messiahâs team and attempting the impossible task of joining hands with Zhuge An was, to him, the result of meticulous calculations.
Howeverâ
âSure.â
Zong Jiu readily agreed.
[Huhhh? Why did he agree again?]
The bullet chat was filled with questions marks.
[No, I thought that heâd at least put up a front.]
[Wow, it sure is different to be good looking. After he finished riding on the Holy Sonâs coattail, he ran off to ride on Master Zhugeâs. And after he was done with that the Holy Son was actually still willing to go all in on him. Iâm a confused potato, sisters.]
[Just like that?? What happened to our AâJiuâs obstinate âIâd rather die than submit to youâ act?! My love is over.]
In the end, not only had Zong Jiu agreed, but he had even taken the initiative to announce some information.
âActually, itâs no use even if I tell you that clue.â
Everyone: ? Just say it, then!
âThink about it, everyone. Isnât our main task simply to survive for three days?â
Everyone nodded.
âBut now, Zhuge An has run off before two days have even passed. Tell me, why do you think he can run?â
Everyone was skeptical, but when they thought harder about it, this did seem to be the case.
Huh, thatâs true. Why was the main task three days, yet Zhuge An was able to run off early?
This, naturally, could only point to Zhuge An having received a different identity card and main task from them!
âSigh, all of you really misunderstood me before.â
The white-haired young man was filled with indignation at the injustice he was put under. âThat shameless old brute Zhuge An is too despicable. Not only did he pretend to cooperate with me, but he even wheedled the clue out of my mouth! The state of society is worsening day by day.â
âAlas, since this mole cleared the instance, by my estimate, that S-rank prop should also have been taken by him.â
Zong Jiu pretended to raise his arm and wipe away his non-existent crocodile tears. âI donât have much use for the clue in my hand anymore, so it isnât an issue for me to tell it to you. But I never expected that you would actually still be willing to take me along to play; all of you are such kind people.â
Even though Zong Jiu didnât usually dabble in acting, if he really did go for a career change, was there anything that could stop him from breaking into showbiz?
Upon hearing the news that the S-rank prop had been taken away, everyone looked as if they had swallowed a mouthful of flies. The veterans exchanged a look at each other, not knowing what to say for a time.
Reasonably speaking, now that Zhuge An wasnât around, this allowed Zong Jiu free reign over whatever version of events he came up with.
If Zhuge Anâs usual style was like the Holy Son, then probably no one present would have believed him.
Unfortunately, Zhuge An didnât have a completely blemishless character; this guy flitted freely between the light and the dark sides. He was eccentric and unreasonable, ungodly shrewd and wise, and would often play unorthodox hands. Many people felt very complicated about him. He had left behind many victims who were used as pawns in instances, who hated his guts with a passion.
This guy liked to play a big game; whatever did snatching an S-rank prop count for? Feigning cooperation to extract information was exactly in line with Zhuge Anâs style.
Moreover, Zhuge An was originally the number one candidate suspected of being a mole.
So, with Zong Jiu putting on a show and tossing the dirty laundry to Zhuge An, the remaining people were largely convinced.
Aside from the trainees present in the dining room, even the bullet chat had seen the light.
[Wtf, no wonder he dragged that guy to a little corner in the ward and used an S-rank prop. It turns out that during the time we couldnât see the live broadcast, someone was bullying a tiny newbie.]
[Sounds so miserable⊠I once heard about how Zhuge An flipped sides in the âCursed Maskâ. This E-rank is so pitiful, Zhuge An probably left him trauma.]
[HAHAHA! Am I the only one who thought that Zhuge An was the mole from the very beginning! And sure enough! My suspicions are proven right.]
Donât ask; asking would be slandering yourself. Anyone who asked would be asking for it.
âItâs okay.â
On the contrary, Messiah looked relieved. âWe didnât ask you to rejoin us because of that clue.â
The golden-haired Holy Son smiled lightly. âIn any case, welcome back.â
Since the Holy Son had taken a stand, the others had no choice but to reluctantly acquiesce and secretly keep their guards up.
The primary reason was that the explanation Zong Jiu gave made sense. There was no other way to explain how Zhuge An was able to leave the instance early.
The corners of Zong Jiuâs lips curled.
In his heart, he insincerely thanked Zhuge An for being the perfect scapegoat.
Since Zong Jiu could set out to find the key and prepare to clear the instance now, there wasnât any need for him to go to basement 2 with Messiah for a good-for-nothing exploration.
But aside from clearing the instance, Zong Jiu also needed a large sum of survival points.
The white-haired young manâs gaze gently swept across the high school student who stood a little behind him.
He had always been a very greedy person.
Since the conditions were so nicely laid out for him, why shouldnât Zong Jiu finish off the chance task in passing?
This instance was, at present, a battle of wits.
And once this instance was over, he would make sure to restore his hands and let playing cards dance between his ten fingers again.
Then⊠he would regain the prestige of the Magician.