To have eyes but fail to recognize Mount Tai

If the [Cannibal House] ceases to exist, then how could there still be a landlord?

Zhu Yan couldn't directly destroy the house in front of the [Plague Ghost], because he was too weak.

What if the [Plague Ghost] discovered something? He couldn't beat it at all!

Therefore, Zhu Yan could only use this method to drive Walter downstairs and lock him up.

If the death of the [Cannibal House] meant that the house would collapse, then it could crush it in the process.

Zhu Yan kicked Walter again and urged him.

"Walter! What are you dawdling for?"

Walter raised his head from the thigh.

That leg had been gnawed a considerable amount by him, and his teeth were covered with meat shreds and blood foam, which made Zhu Yan feel sick.

Damn, his body was already uncomfortable enough, and he couldn't stand the stimulation of this scene.

For some reason, the power that wanted to invade him did not disappear, but intensified!

"Hurry up!"

Under Zhu Yan's stern urging, Walter stood up from the ground.

Zhu Yan picked up the other leg, threw it to him, and reached out to open the door.

Taking advantage of the time turning his back to Walter, he quickly took out his phone and checked the time.

"You'd better stay in there and keep quiet, Walter."

According to the time on the phone, the instance had six minutes to start.

According to the rules, the instance time is unlimited.

As long as he dragged it out for six minutes...

He could end the instance immediately!

Zhu Yan looked the naked [Plague Ghost] up and down again, confirming that this thing only had slippers left.

...What if the treasure is slippers?

"Take off the slippers. This is mine too!"

On the other side.

Guan En shrank under the stairs, pricking up his ears to listen to the movement upstairs.

It was easy to get down to the yard from the window, but it took some effort to enter the house from the yard again.

Almost all the windows here were locked. He walked around outside before he found a glass window that could be opened.

A dull footsteps with a sense of dragging reached his ears, accompanied by a rather strong smell of meat.

It was the landlord!

Guan En's heart skipped a beat, and his body tensed.

There was only one footstep. Was the other player still on the third floor?

How could the landlord come out in such a short time?

What if it noticed that he was not in the house?

Guan En's mind raced, and he thought of an excuse.

The rustling sound of the soles of the feet rubbing against the hard carpet got closer and closer, and Guan En nervously gripped the gun at his waist.

The next second, the footsteps suddenly stopped.

Then came the squeak of the door being pushed open heavily and the sound of the door slamming.

Guan En quickly judged and climbed upstairs without hesitation.

He remembered that the door of the room he was in before was double-locked.

If the landlord opened the room he was in, then he would definitely hear the sound of the door lock popping.

But there was none—

So, the landlord entered another room!

Even, it closed the door.

Guan En lightened his footsteps and climbed to the second floor quite quickly.

Sure enough, the narrow corridor was empty, and only the sound of snoring, chewing and swallowing came from behind one of the doors.

Guan En nervously gripped the gun and walked lightly and quickly towards the stairs at the end of the corridor!

...

Zhu Yan closed the door and opened the carved window of the attic.

The smell was really unpleasant.

Coupled with the power that seemed determined to melt into his body, Zhu Yan felt it was a miracle that he didn't vomit.

The locked wardrobe was opened by him. The structure was extremely simple. There was only a rusty partition inside, and five or six small glass bottles and semi-finished small paintings were neatly stacked on the partition.

The glass bottles contained small pieces of blue ore, which looked like the raw materials for making pigments.

In addition to these, there was a palm-sized metal machine.

The appearance of this machine was a miniature typewriter, which looked like a product of the 19th or 20th century, but the metal was still shiny and there was no trace of rust.

Zhu Yan turned the machine over and found a handwritten note pasted on the bottom, the ink of which had already acquired the color of rust.

He immediately read it carefully.

"My carefully prepared handmade product, which can print or modify anything you need, except money."

"This is a treasure! So, can I enroll?"

This is it!

Zhu Yan was overjoyed.

He stuffed this thing into the pocket of the [Plague Ghost]'s nightgown, and swept the other things in the cabinet into his arms.

Although they didn't look very useful, it was hard to guarantee that they weren't other props!

Zhu Yan quickly checked the inside and outside of the wardrobe, and even moved it a few centimeters with difficulty to confirm that there were no hidden compartments or mechanisms before giving up.

Well, this place has been taken.

Zhu Yan checked the time. There were still four minutes before the instance started.

The force squeezed him more and more uncomfortably, like two huge stones squeezing his ribs and heart and lungs from front and back.

He gritted his teeth and walked to the old desk. As soon as he opened a drawer, he heard a soft "squeak".

The closed attic door was opened—

Who?!

Zhu Yan paused, and as soon as he turned his head, he met a familiar face.

It was Guan En.

This guy should have climbed out of the window like him, because there were two pieces of ash on the knees of his trousers.

No, this is not the point.

Zhu Yan slowly moved his eyes up, past the dark muzzle pointing straight at his heart and the tightly stretched lower half of the face.

The muscles around Guan En's mouth were tight, appearing quite nervous.

"Ah, Officer Guan."

Zhu Yan slowly raised his hands in surrender, and quickly ran through the available information in his mind.

From the sudden change in attitude after the landlord contacted Guan En, Guan En's stance was opposite to his.

Moreover, Guan En's actions showed that he clearly knew this opposition.

Zhu Yan concentrated and observed Guan En's expression.

The other party was extremely vigilant, staring at his face, as if wanting to remember something.

The good news is that this police officer didn't use player abilities on him.

Having passed an instance, the other party's ability must be at least level three or four.

If used, it could definitely have a considerable impact on Zhu Yan.

So, if the two stands are opposite, why doesn't he use his ability?

Soft-hearted?

"...We meet again."

Zhu Yan said softly, trying to figure out the purpose of this police officer.

Guan En sneered, feeling that Zhu Yan's face awakened a hidden and vague memory deep in his heart.

It is indeed this one—

He stared at Zhu Yan's face, frantically trying to remember some features.

There is a small mole on the left cheek, and the bridge of the nose is thin and knotted. There are others...

However, these are not the most important things at present.

"Come back with me."

Because of his high mental tension, Guan En's voice also trembled slightly.

This player was very young, even immature in his eyes, and his expression and state were vastly different from those of some juvenile delinquents he had assisted in interrogating before.

The other party had the ability but didn't use it, which meant there was room for persuasion and negotiation.

Everything shouldn't be like this!

The instance has four minutes to start.

As long as everything is resolved within four minutes...

"Listen, I mean no harm."

As long as the other party makes a move, he will make a move.

"The instance has four minutes to start."

He stared into Zhu Yan's eyes, noticing that the young man in front of him seemed to be backing away in fear.

Judging from his expression, this player was simply terrified.

"Listen, our missions are opposing."

Guan En continued.

"But as long as you come back with me within four minutes, my mission can be completed early."

Zhu Yan raised an eyebrow.

But he just maintained a faint smile, continuing to listen.

"Once the instance loses its meaning, it will terminate."

"Neither of us will die!"

Zhu Yan didn't answer immediately, slowly backing toward the broken armchair.

In his eyes, Officer Guan was far too naive.

Guan En looked at him with sincerity.

"I'm taking you back just to uncover some truths."

"I don't believe you are guilty, and I won't arrest you."

Because the ones responsible for arresting him would be his colleagues.

"If it threatened your life, there is no way we would have sent you back to your aunt's house."

He looked into Zhu Yan's eyes. Those eyes were bright in the dim room, currently curved into a smiling arc.

"The whole statement process won't take long, just asking a few questions."

The instance had three minutes left before it started.

Zhu Yan gripped the armrest of the broken chair, looking at Guan En impassively.

"What is your mission?"

"To stop my actions, or to kill me?"

Guan En didn't lower his handgun, still maintaining a threatening posture.

"Just to stop you."

He lied. In order not to provoke Zhu Yan, he concealed the fact that he actually needed to kill him.

"I am on the same side as the landlord."

Zhu Yan nodded, maintaining his composure.

His mind was highly focused, so he noticed it.

When saying the first sentence, Guan En had unconsciously blinked a few extra times.

Zhu Yan's living environment required lying, so he had studied micro-expressions.

A spike in blink rate is a sign of stress; the phrase "just to stop you" wasn't necessarily the truth.

However, Zhu Yan believed the second sentence, because all of Officer Guan's previous actions could corroborate it.

...Hilarious. He really had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai.

The esteemed landlord was right in front of him—

Even though the landlord's lungs and ribs were nearly crushed to pieces by that disgusting power.