Immortal I Speedrun Supernatural Game

Chapter 272 The traces of the fake person in the apartment

Chapter 272 The traces of the fake person in the apartment
The atmosphere seemed unusually tense.

Just like when the door of a cold storage room storing frozen meat in a restaurant is closed, the temperature gradually drops and the air gradually loses its way of circulation.

It makes it increasingly difficult to breathe.

Except for Wu Wang, almost everyone was looking at each other's looks and expressions.

Trying to see some clues in the eyes of a guilty guy.

But unfortunately, everyone is doing useless work.

They are well aware that they are both old players.

The so-called old hands will not be embarrassed by being exposed by simple behavior.

The other party even dared to knock on the door and speak when the [fake person] was walking at night.

This is enough to prove his psychological quality.

Mingtian, who finally raised the question, shrugged helplessly and said, "See, trust between people is a very difficult thing."

"I can't really trust any of you until I catch whoever tried to get into my house last night."

"I have to find out what this guy wants to do."

At this time, no one would say anything innocent that the other party might just want players to get together and keep each other warm.

They all knew very well that since that person chose to knock on the door and said the word "player", it proved that Mingtian in the house was a player and not the original resident.

If you just want to huddle together for warmth, you can stand up and admit it now.

Choosing silence obviously has other intentions.

"What time did someone knock on the door last night?" Wu Wang suddenly asked.

Mingtian replied nonchalantly, "Seven thirty."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone raised their eyebrows.

This timing is very delicate.

The time when players entered the dungeon was already very close to the time when the [pseudo-people] would appear at nightfall.

Logically, there is no time to go out and look for clues.

How does the other party behave in this situation?

From more than a hundred original residents, how could he determine Mingtian's identity as a player and even know the building number where she lived?
You have to know that everyone’s player abilities are limited!
"What's your building number?" Wu Wang spoke again: "I'm from 202."

The book boy also added casually: "I am 301."

This was also the reason why he was able to enter Jasmine's room earlier than Wu Wang last night.

Because the servant was already on the third floor.

After hearing what the two said, the expressions of the others became strange.

The landlady couldn't help but ask, "No, neither of you lives in 307? Then whose room is this?"

"The original resident here... is dead? There is such a strong smell of blood." Leng Yu gently stroked his nose and sniffed.

As soon as she came in, she smelled blood from the water bottle by the window.

I thought these two people attacked the [fake person] last night.

Now it seems that this is not the case.

Wu Wang and Shu Tong did not hide it either.

He talked about the murder of the original resident of Room 307 last night and the clown disc trap.

Of course, they were just talking about "a woman who looked like a clown."

They mentioned the clown suit under the floor.

But they all tacitly did not mention the existence of the diary or Jasmine's name.

Mingtian is right.

Naturally, they didn't really trust the other players now.

Therefore, there is naturally a trick to keep the information from being disclosed.

"Shit! That disc has this kind of trap? I just happened to put it on the TV before I came down, and I was planning to go back and see if there were any clues inside." Zhaixing cursed, "I'm in Room 610, in the far corner."

It seems that I have to destroy the TV before dark when I get back, or even throw it away.

Otherwise, something might go wrong tonight.

The landlady shrugged and said, "I'm number 501."

Mingtian pursed his lips and added, "I'm also on the fifth floor, room 509."

Leng Yu gently spit out his gum and curled his lips, saying, "I'm right upstairs from this room, room 407."

Each floor has one player, except for the fifth floor which has two players.

Hearing this, Wu Wang nodded secretly.

At present, the person knocking on the gate of Hades.

It should be Zhaixing or the landlady.

Leng Yuqingfu was much less suspicious than them.

The reason is, of course, simple.

When I received the building regulations yesterday, it was still five minutes before 19 p.m.

This amount of time was certainly not enough for the sloppy woman to go up and distribute the building rules to everyone.

So, after she had sent herself off, she went upstairs only to go home.

This proves that building regulations are issued from top to bottom.

I am the last player to get the building rules.

In this way, players on higher floors who get the building rules first may have the opportunity to look down and observe other players opening doors to receive the building rules to some extent.

Naturally, the people downstairs have no way of knowing in advance that the building rules are being distributed upstairs.

So, if we exclude the situation where I can retain some special abilities in the restricted copy.

Only players who are on a higher floor than Mingtian, or on the same floor as her but have obtained the building rules and seen the sloppy woman first.

Only then can you observe others.

Thinking of this, Wu Wang discovered something subtle——

Players seem to enter this dungeon at different times.

If people on the sixth floor want to receive the building rules smoothly.

He probably came in at 18:40.

I came in around 18:55.

The ten minutes or so in between might really allow others to learn something more.

Just as the atmosphere between the players began to become tense.

When he planned to find out who was knocking on the door first.

A deafening broadcast announcement sounded outside—

[All apartment residents please gather at the square]!
[All apartment residents please gather at the square]!
【…】

The sound continued to echo throughout the apartment building.

This reminded Wu Wang of his school days. During the morning break after the second class, the school radio was filled with the third set of primary and secondary school radio gymnastics, "Colorful Sunshine".

The same garbage broadcast sound quality, without any emotional notification.

Everyone looked at each other.

Then they got up and went out at the same time.

Of course, all apartment residents must comply with this notice.

After all, they have now replaced the original residents in both appearance and voice.

Naturally, we cannot let other original residents see anything unusual.

Looking at the large number of residents pouring out of the corridor, everyone greeted each other and went downstairs.

They mostly had smiles on their faces.

The topics of conversation are all about daily life, emotional gossip and the like.

A widow in her teens is having an affair with the bachelor next door; someone's child is being naughty and breaking someone else's window; a new dish I learned to cook tastes pretty good...

It was as if the weirdness of last night was just a dream that no one remembered.

But from their eyes.

What Wu Wang saw was a kind of numbness.

That makes sense. After all, strange things happen every night. I don’t know whether my neighbor will be alive when I wake up the next day. It’s a blessing to be able to meet him now.

They even went through this situation for a whole year.

Most likely, they've gotten used to it.

Come to the square below the tube building, which is where Wu Wang went crazy in the morning and notified other players.

Hundreds of people were standing there staggering, looking like a bunch of uncultured soldiers.

Oh, not really. I felt more like the old men and women who were queuing up to get eggs during the sale at the supermarket downstairs.

Wait until most people have come down.

A slovenly woman, yawning, arrived late.

He was the one who gave Wu Wang and the others the building rules.

The dark circles under her eyes seemed to have gotten worse.

Walk up to everyone and greet them one by one.

From time to time, I would shake hands with the elderly and chat about family matters.

She walked very fast, and she basically just glanced at the one or two rows of old men and women in front of her and passed by.

Of course, when Wu was about to fall.

She just clicked her tongue impatiently.

He was still mumbling, "Damn, why is this drunkard still alive?"

The further you go, the slower the chat becomes.

Until the last few rows, she even had time to care about other people's children's studies.

Damn! Where is the school in this building?
Reading a chicken feather book!
Rao is so.

The sloppy woman only took less than twenty minutes.

She walked past every resident.

Then he stretched lazily, pulled out a microphone from his waist and shouted: "Okay, thank you for your trouble. You can go back to your homes and find your mothers."

The tone of voice and the little bee loudspeaker on her waist made Wu Wang almost mistake her for an English teacher.

But after listening to the other residents.

Really turned around and left.

A strange feeling flashed through the players' minds.

So simple? Just go downstairs and meet?

See if everyone is alive?

"Hmm~ Sister...what are we doing here?"

Just when they were thinking about whether to follow the main force back.

I was shocked to find that Wu Wang had inexplicably run to the sloppy woman.

He walked lightly and unsteadily, his face was flushed and he reeked of alcohol.

He asked looking sleepy.

I even wanted to put my hand on the other person's shoulders for support.

The slovenly woman rolled her eyes and cursed, "I'll be infected by anyone I see, except you, a drunkard!"

"Who can get as drunk as you every day?" "Go ahead and drink yourself to death! I'm going home to catch up on some sleep!"

After saying that, she turned and left.

Wu Wang's drunken body lost its balance and fell to the ground, causing the surrounding original residents to burst into laughter.

Apparently they were all used to this guy getting drunk and crazy.

After most of the residents have gone up.

The servant came over and helped Wu Wang sit on the bench at the edge of the courtyard.

Those who live on the first floor next door also go home to wash up or cook.

Soon, the air was filled with the slightly pungent smell of cooking oil.

The other players also walked up to Wu Wang as inconspicuously as possible.

Look at him silently.

I hope he can give some reaction.

After all, the abnormal behavior just now clearly showed that this guy had discovered something.

"Burp~ What are you doing? Stop blocking my sun." Wu Wang still looked drunk.

Zhaixing, who was sitting in a nearby chair pretending to rest, couldn't help but ask, "Can you go get your Oscar? Where the hell did you smell like alcohol? You didn't smell like alcohol upstairs just now!"

If this kid hadn't been confronting them upstairs not long ago.

If you meet someone like this on the roadside under any circumstances.

I'm afraid he would really think that the other person was a drunk.

Mingtian pointed at Wu Wang's trouser pocket.

Look at the area that is darker than the rest of the body.

He whispered, "He had a bottle of wine with him. Just now, when he was going downstairs, he spilled some in his trouser pocket. He reached in, dipped it in the water, and wiped it on his clothes. When the wind blew, the smell of alcohol came out."

"As for the complexion..."

She frowned slightly and was speechless for a moment.

Yes, Wu Wang gives people the image of a drunkard, besides the smell of alcohol and his rosy face.

This made his unsteady steps more realistic.

How did you do it?
However, there is no sign of explanation for the fall of Wu.

He was just burping, smacking his lips and drooling, looking like he was about to go to bed in the sun.

It was obvious that he didn't intend to say anything to them.

There is nothing other players can do about this.

After all, everyone had made their attitudes clear when they were upstairs.

Before finding the player with bad intentions.

I'm afraid it will take some effort to get more clues from each other.

The landlady, Zhaixing and even Leng Yuqingfu were too lazy to stay.

He left on his own and went upstairs to explore the copy.

Thinking about reaching out to your neighbors.

See if you can get more information from these NPCs.

Mingtian first glanced at Wu Wang's drunken appearance.

He looked at the servant boy's smile which showed no joy or anger.

Finally, he sighed and lowered his head, saying, "The circus opens after 2 p.m. every day and closes promptly at 7 p.m. If you want to see the circus, you must get a ticket from the apartment manager before you can enter."

"This is a reward for the clues you two provided to Harley Quinn. Farewell."

After saying that, she also got up and went upstairs to start investigating the copy at her own pace.

The reason why Mingtian provided the clues to these two people was naturally because he believed that their credibility was slightly higher than that of the other three.

After all, both of them were in 307 last night investigating the Joker Woman issue.

They can monitor each other to make sure they don't leave.

So the possibility that the guy knocking on his door was one of these two people was very low.

It can also be regarded as a gesture of goodwill. She hopes that Wu Wang and others can share any clues they get later with her.

This is a very shrewd woman.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have noticed Wu Wang's subtle movements of smearing wine on his face while squeezing through the crowd as he went downstairs.

Wait until all other players leave.

The book boy then elbowed Wu Wang.

He jokingly said, "If you hold it any longer, aren't you afraid of dying from lack of oxygen here?"

He naturally saw how Wu Wang managed to blush like he was drunk.

This kid has been holding his breath since he went downstairs.

He forced himself to hold his face red, and only when he could no longer hold it in did he take a deep breath to ensure that he would not faint.

But just a sniff.

Because he has to keep his face red and it won't fade away after the blood flow is smooth.

Ordinary people simply cannot imagine that he basically spent these ten minutes holding his breath and breathing shallowly.

This method is simply unbelievable.

But Shu Tong actually felt that it was natural for Wu Wang to be able to do this?

After all, this bastard has done too many abstract things.

This one more thing is enough.

Seeing this, Wu Wang took a deep breath.

The blush on his face faded in just ten seconds.

Then he laughed while panting, "Luckily, this face is pale and turns red quickly, otherwise I might really suffocate here."

Of course this was a joke.

As someone who has attempted suicide by suffocation dozens of times.

Wu Wang had already mastered the art of holding his breath.

Moreover, it is actually a very painful thing for a normal person to suffocate himself.

After all, the human body has its own autonomous breathing mechanism and self-protection response.

Breathing is mainly controlled by the medulla oblongata in the brainstem. Even if you hold your breath consciously, when the carbon dioxide concentration in the blood increases or the oxygen concentration decreases, the medulla oblongata will automatically trigger the respiratory reflex and force you to resume breathing.

However, Wu Wang's control over his body is far beyond that of an ordinary person.

I want to die if I want to!

"Tell me, what did you find?"

Facing the servant's doubts.

Wu Wang just looked up at No. 305, the room of the sloppy woman.

He said solemnly: "That woman is more important than we thought."

"Did you notice that when we gathered just now, someone came out from almost every household?"

"But that's impossible. A lot of people must have died in the past year. Logically, there should be a lot of houses left vacant."

"So, many residents of this building have actually been replaced by [fake people]."

"It's just that during the day they won't show the same obvious flaws as at night."

"And that woman probably knows which of the original residents is impersonating the [Fake Person]."

The servant raised his eyebrows.

He really didn't see where this conclusion came from.

Just a sloppy woman chatting with everyone?

The other party determined the existence of the [fake person] so quickly?
It seemed as if she saw his confusion.

Wu Wang continued, "I don't know how she judges it, but she does know."

"After distributing my building rules yesterday, she went straight home and didn't even go to the first floor to distribute the rules."

"Even when we met just now, she didn't bother to talk to the residents on the first floor. She just glanced at them and left."

"Why do you think that is?"

When he was halfway through listening, the boy's eyes began to sparkle.

Speculating, "Because she already knew that there were no original residents on the first floor anymore, and that they were all [fake people]?"

"Currently, all traces of the [pseudo-humans] are actually recorded in her mind!"

That’s right! Only in this way can we avoid sending them building regulations!

Having said this, he looked up and looked around.

Now there are quite a few people on the first floor doing morning exercises in the yard.

Or sit at the door, eating melon seeds and oranges while chatting with neighbors.

There were also younger children playing and fighting, with their parents chasing after them and feeding them with spoons.

It is full of the atmosphere of the city full of life.

Can't see any problem.

There are nearly twenty people living on the first floor.

But at this moment, it was a win-win situation for both himself and Yan.

Not a single one of them is a real person!

"Then we have to prioritize contacting that slovenly woman. We can't let her sleep at home all the time." The servant continued nodding. "Also, if we want to contact the apartment manager to get the circus tickets, it will be most convenient to go through her."

Naturally, he had already concluded that the sloppy woman was not the real apartment manager.

"That's right, and she just said she was going upstairs to sleep. Other players are worried that disturbing her might offend this NPC, so they won't contact her for now."

Wu Wang patted his chest confidently and said proudly, "But I'm not afraid! She really wants me dead!"

Bookboy: "..."

Damn, is this something to be proud of?

You're really damn good at being disliked by others!

Dude, you must not have many friends in real life, right?

I really don’t know how Xiezhi tolerates you.

"Oh, there's one more important thing."

These words also made the book boy listen attentively.

Unexpectedly, Wu Wang just chuckled.

He said jokingly: "It's two to one now. The advantage is mine."

"Comrade Shutong, you still need to work harder!"

Fuck! Aren’t you also a childish ghost?