A Peculiar Two-Way Forging

Meanwhile, on the other side.

Zhu Yan's eyes darted around as he suddenly remembered something of moderate importance.

Holy crap.

He was currently with the players, and with them around, he couldn't easily act alone.

He remembered that the [Memory Supermarket] had been moved over along with the dormitory, and he had previously applied for a floor stay extension.

Now, the floor should only have a minute or two left for the stay.

He had to hurry and find a plausible excuse to reveal his red telephone!

Otherwise, if it were discovered, it would be hard to explain.

Thinking of this, Zhu Yan grabbed the bed frame and climbed down, hastily slipping on his shoes and rushing toward the door.

"Zhu Zeyu, what's wrong?" Qi Yinming immediately asked. "Don't go out, it might be dangerous outside—"

"You guys missed something!"

Zhu Yan hopped on one foot to pull up his shoe heel and dashed out under the astonished gazes of the crowd.

"Holy crap, I just suddenly remembered—wait for me!!"

He sprinted out like a gust of wind, and the door slammed shut with a bang.

The thick stench of blood and excrement instantly filled Zhu Yan's nasal cavity.

The floor was still there, but it was too gruesome.

Before running two steps, Zhu Yan could see severed heads and limbs. Intestines hung like broken kites on the shop signs and the edges of pots that were still boiling.

Zhu Yan hastily picked up a few skins of the unfortunate deceased pseudo-humans, and rapidly emptied the uncontaminated cakes and sandwiches from the display cabinet of a dessert shop.

Then he ran back panting, shouting "Keep Safe" just as the floor began to vibrate.

Qi Yinming looked at him in bewilderment, not yet having reacted. "What just happened?"

He looked at the food in Zhu Yan's arms, caught between tears and laughter.

"Zeyu, we have food. You just brought a batch back earlier; there's no need to take risks for this."

"It's not this."

Zhu Yan shook his head, distributed the top few pieces of bread, and handed the small cakes to the newly awakened, bleary-eyed Yang Zhanbai to help handle them.

"Look at this."

Underneath the bread and cakes was a red telephone held tightly in Zhu Yan's arms.

The few of them leaned in curiously to look, but couldn't make any sense of it.

Xu Tongguang scratched his blond hair and asked, "What is this?"

That was exactly the question he was waiting for.

Zhu Yan smiled gently and explained, "When Qi Yinming and Yang Zhanbai sent me messages earlier, they mentioned that the supermarket owner went back to ask for the password."

"Qin Yang said that, right?"

Qin Yang had indeed witnessed the whole process.

He looked at Zhu Zeyu, who was smiling at him, and felt that this top-ranked player really had no airs, looking much easier to get along with than Yang Zhanbai.

"Yes. I saw him go back to the convenience store once, and I could hear voices talking, but I was too scared at that time."

"Holy crap!"

Yang Zhanbai immediately reacted, his belated realization making him even more impressed by Zhu Zeyu's meticulousness.

"You think the supermarket owner has some channel to communicate with the outside world, so you went back to look for it?"

"Holy crap!"

Zhu Zeyu hadn't even seen the whole process; he merely heard their verbal description.

Yet, relying solely on that incomplete information, he actually found an important item?

Zhu Yan nodded. "Yes. There was a telephone on the counter that was knocked to the ground, with no phone lines connected or anything."

He spoke half-truths.

"I don't know if this is it. Qin Yang also said that the [Hunter] had entered that shop before."

"If it isn't," Zhu Yan showed a bitter smile, "then we'll just have to figure out another way."

Qi Yinming pushed up his glasses, a hint of tension between his brows.

"We can try it first."

"But we have to know what number it dialed... and what it said."

"And the most important point." He let out a long breath. "What's the situation on each floor, and which floor should we go to..."

"Dorm 106, is that Tu Shan's dorm?" Zhu Yan frowned and began to throw dirt.

"What do you guys think are the chances that the [Hunter] is hiding in his dorm?"

...

Upstairs.

Tu Shan grabbed the machete, stood up, and lifted the curtain.

Outside the curtain, the remaining beds were squeezed tightly together.

Some beds were completely soaked in blood and could not be slept on; therefore, several tables had been pieced together, hastily covered with some clothes to serve as beds.

In this space, there were actually over a dozen people crammed in.

A few people resting on the beds hurriedly jumped up to greet him upon seeing Tu Shan come out.

"Boss," a boy greeted with a smile. Behind his glasses, his dull and blurry eyes smiled into a slanted line. "What do we do next? There seems to be nothing else on this floor."

"We've killed everyone we should kill, and robbed everyone we should rob. Those few girls' dorms refuse to open their doors, it's tough."

Tu Shan glanced outside the dorm.

In fact, he couldn't see anything because the dorm door was a windowless iron door with only a pitifully small peephole.

Only a bit of blood seeping under the door crack could indicate the tragic scene outside.

"Boss, I opened the door and checked ten minutes ago," another boy said. "It's been almost a day, and our floor still hasn't changed."

"What should we do?"

These people had more or less some bloodstains on them.

Their expressions were either flattering, obedient, or confused, but lacking the calm thinking and assertiveness that Tu Shan wanted.

"Are you guys complaining to me?"

With no reliable brains to rely on, coupled with a whole day's exhaustion, the anger in Tu Shan's heart was completely ignited.

Even though [Xishan University] and [Boyang University] were both quite good, why was there not a single smart person in this room?

Tu Shan's tone was very gloomy and cold. If one listened carefully, there was actually a faint, indescribable distortion and weirdness to it.

Someone hiding in the back subtly exchanged glances, then quickly lowered their head and stopped talking.

The boy with glasses swallowed his saliva.

This person, Tu Shan, was still too terrifying.

He had been following Tu Shan for quite a few days. Ever since the [Wolf, Wolf, What Time Is It] instance, this person's moral bottom line had been steadily dropping.

Now, it had reached the point where he would resort to violence at the drop of a hat.

If it weren't for the need for manpower right now, he guessed Tu Shan would have already started a massacre.

The boy looked fearfully at the knife in Tu Shan's hand, hastily observing his expression, and offered an idea.

"Boss, we went around killing and robbing today, and not a single student had the [Hunter] mark on their right hand."

"The broadcast just announced that an extra [Hunter] was added, so the difficulty has decreased."

"That person is very likely hiding in one of the dorms we haven't checked."

"Look, how about we send different faces to continue trying to break down those dorm doors?"

The boy's palms were already soaked with sweat.

For some unknown reason, there were absolutely no horror creatures on this floor. Aside from a few dormitories, there were only empty, winding corridors and some small relief doors that couldn't be opened at all.

According to what was said in the student group chat, their floor should have changed a long time ago.

But after all this time and all their talking, this floor remained completely stuck, as if it had been welded shut!

"Try my ass," Tu Shan sneered. "If you ask me, we'd be better off figuring out a way to find Zhu Zeyu and Yang Zhanbai. They are ranked number one and two on the leaderboard, so they might just know more than we do."

Just thinking about what he was going to do to Zhu Zeyu made him want to laugh.

A strike from a level-eight military knife—could the guy even withstand it?