Driver

Although 87 was surprised by the arrival of an anomaly, she was not afraid.

Speaking of which, she was now also part of this giant anomaly known as the [Fat Orange Hotel], making this her home turf.

When the [Fat Orange Hotel] was still in Sixiang City, despite being an anomaly, it seemed to be recognized as a building within the city. During the [Day of No Tomorrow], anomalies had also appeared inside the hotel.

However, anomalies like Loop, who looked entirely human, were rarely seen before.

87 used to be a [Mystery] 6 mystic. Towards other anomalies, she still maintained the mindset of "gather intelligence first, then decide on a strategy."

"Miss..."

"My name is Loop."

"Alright, Miss Loop, whatever you wish to do, perhaps our hotel can provide the corresponding services for you."

If possible, 87 did not want to get into a fight.

She had waited 88 years for the [Fat Orange Hotel] to leave the city just this once. Once the hotel was out of the city, Yarn Ball expended most of its power, causing the hotel rules it established to partially fail. This was her chance to completely seize control of the hotel.

She knew that Yarn Ball would definitely choose to control the hotel and return to Sixiang City when the [Day of No Tomorrow] ended. Once they returned, the hotel rules would be flawless once again.

Therefore, she had only one goal today, and she didn't want to distract herself or waste time on other anomalies.

Loop stated a clumsy and insincere request: "I don't like the smell of blood. I want to stay for a day, and I want it to be quiet here."

87's heart sank.

The request Loop made was extremely normal for a hotel, but 87 could not fulfill it.

The coming day was not going to be quiet.

"I'm afraid that won't work. Our hotel needs to undergo a major internal cleaning today. How about you visit us next time?"

The answer 87 received was stitches instantly piercing into her kidney.

With a pull and a tug of the stitches, 87 was split in two right down the middle, her intestines spilling all over the floor.

The floor of Room 605 turned completely red. In a short amount of time, the blood of three people soaked through the carpet.

Loop never let vengeance wait overnight; she immediately struck back to avenge her recent death.

Loop's [Mystery] level was not very high. From a mystical perspective, her attack power was limited, but looking solely from the angle of slaughter and dismemberment, Loop was a hardcore master who had reached the level of a master butcher dissecting a "person".

Loop looked at 87's disappearing body in Room 605, very satisfied with the information obtained from this probe: 87 could be attacked, and after receiving a lethal blow, she would probably respawn in another location.

87 reappeared at the front desk in the first-floor lobby.

She felt helpless.

Before she could even figure out Loop's abilities, she had already exposed a part of her own.

"Forget it, business first. I'll leave the 6th floor alone for now and start from the lower floors."

The [Fat Orange Hotel] had a total of 7 floors. The first floor was the lobby, the second floor housed the grand bathroom, hotel kitchen, and staff offices, while the third floor and above were all guest rooms.

87 walked up to the 3rd floor.

Knocking on doors one by one wouldn't work. First, most of the people inside wouldn't open the door, and second, it was too inefficient.

She chose to use a new method.

Under 87's control, the entire third floor began to shake violently.

The people staying in the rooms felt as if they were experiencing an earthquake. The floors and walls in the rooms shook drastically, and small items on the tables, beds, and bathroom counters were shaken off.

87's voice then rang out: "Dear guests, there is a sudden earthquake. Please leave your rooms immediately and line up orderly to go downstairs. Please move quickly and be careful not to panic."

This move of hers was highly effective.

There were occupants in only three rooms on the third floor, and at this moment, two of them opened their doors and ran out.

The hallway was also shaking, and the murals on the corridor walls were shaken off.

Looking at the two guests running out of their rooms, the corners of 87's mouth curled up, and a cruel light appeared in her eyes.

87 wiped the smile off her face. With a wave of her hand, the doors behind the two people who had just walked out automatically slammed shut.

In the darkness of the corridor, a dozen or so dining knives flew about.

Cries of pain, miserable shrieks, and wailing eventually faded back into silence.

It wasn't that these two were stupid and didn't understand the rule of not opening doors during the [Day of No Tomorrow]. It was just that the earth-shattering shaking in the room felt incredibly real. Furthermore, in moments of crisis, humans have a herd mentality; hearing the sounds of others leading the way out made it very easy for them to follow.

87 was very satisfied with her results.

Wiping the dining knife in her hand on the hem of her clothes, she arrived at Room 312, the only door that hadn't opened.

"Knock, knock, knock~" She knocked lightly on the door.

Without giving any reason or excuse, she just knocked lightly.

The door that the fake earthquake couldn't trick into opening opened right up.

Inside was a middle-aged man.

There were quite a few small light source items that the guests had carried with them scattered in the hallway, so the visibility wasn't low.

The man glanced down the entire corridor, where two mangled corpses lay.

He walked out of the room and closed his eyes: "Do it. I wish you success."

87 stared straight at the man.

This man was a contact sent by the city administration to communicate with her.

For decades, the city administration of Sixiang City had always sent people to the hotel to keep in touch with 87.

Many of 87's requests were passed on through intelligence personnel like him.

This man was a new face who had recently been swapped in.

In order to fully complete the takeover of the [Fat Orange Hotel], the man didn't mind using his own death to slightly increase the completion rate of 87's plan.

87 didn't make a move: "I don't need to kill you. I need you to help me call out some people and get them to open their doors."

The man, who wasn't even afraid of death, hesitated when faced with the request to "trick others into opening their doors."

"Sorry, I can't do that."

87 was very displeased: "Since they entered the hotel today, they are going to die anyway. It just comes down to what methods I use and what price I pay. The outcome remains the same. You are just participating in the process, so what are you hesitating for? You are just an executor, you don't need to think. If there's a sin, it's mine, not for you to bear."

Seeing that the man still didn't move, 87 stopped trying to persuade him, turned around, and walked towards the fourth floor.

The man looked at her back and smiled bitterly to himself: Yeah, why am I being so hypocritical? I already wander in the dark side of society, my hands haven't been clean for a long time, and I've done all sorts of dirty work. Hesitating will only lead to failure.

The man jogged a few steps and caught up with 87, who hadn't gone far.

"Your name?" 87 asked the man who had caught up, without turning her head.

"Call me 'Driver'."

"Interesting. Your [Mystery] isn't even at the third tier, yet you have a codename."

"'Driver' isn't my codename, it's my profession. Normally, I drive a sprinkler truck for the sanitation department."

"That's a nice cover identity."

"Cover identity? No, that's my main job."

Their conversation ended when they entered the stairwell.

More accurately, it was forced to end.

Right in front of them.

At the stairs leading from the third floor to the fourth floor.

Countless layers of spider webs completely filled the stairwell, clearly indicating "Dead End."

The stairwell looked as if it hadn't been used for decades, filled with an aura of staleness and decay.

No one would doubt that blindly charging into it would result in becoming a delicious meal for spiders.

87's eyebrows twitched. "What's going on today? Another troublesome new guest."

The man behind her stared at the impenetrable spiderweb, mentally flipping a table.

How could he not recognize this web?

Clinging to a sliver of hope, the man asked, "There isn't a guest named Chen Miemie in the hotel, is there?"