Who says vengeful ghosts can't go on blind dates?

[Instance Name: Northern Wilderness Hotel]

[Instance Rating: Medium]

[Instance Type: Bounty]

[Instance Time Limit: None]

[Introduction: As temporary hotel staff, you need to earn Ghost Coins from any guest. Once you've earned enough Ghost Coins, you can immediately return to the real world. This mission can last up to a week.]

After regaining her sight, Jiang Xiaowei found herself in a room.

There were other players around.

There are seven players in this eerie game, standing loosely together, each maintaining a subtle wariness of one another.

The room wasn't large, but it wasn't small either. The air was filled with the smell of stale leather mixed with disinfectant, making anyone who could smell it wrinkle their nose.

On one wall was a blackboard with a yellowed work schedule pinned to it. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead, casting an unnatural, pale light on everyone's faces.

Judging from the looks of it, this is a meeting room or something similar.

Jiang Xiaowei quickly glanced at the people present.

A middle-aged man in a plaid shirt was standing to her left.

The other person's hairline had already started to recede. Although they weren't wearing glasses, there were marks on the bridge of their nose from the glasses, making them look like the kind of department head who would perform a poetry recitation at a company's annual party.

At this moment, he was looking down and repeatedly rubbing his cuffs, his lips moving slightly as if he were muttering something.

Next to the plaid shirt was a young girl, probably in her early twenties, with her hair tied in a low ponytail, wearing a hooded sweatshirt that was pilling from washing.

Her expression was calm, abnormally calm—not the composure of someone who had seen it all, but more like numbness after being frightened to a certain threshold.

Standing near the door was a tall man. He had a buzz cut, broad shoulders, and stood ramrod straight, his hands in the pockets of his windbreaker, also sizing up the others present.

A thin young man, who looked like a recent college graduate, was crouching in the corner. He looked anxious, his fingers frantically tapping on his phone screen—but there was no signal, only the "No Service" icon in the upper right corner of the screen was quietly lit up.

His breathing was rapid and shallow, his chest heaving like a sparrow with its wings pinched.

In addition, a man and a woman were standing in front of the lockers.

The man, wearing a black leather jacket and sporting a prominent mole on his chin, was whispering something to the woman beside him.

The woman had long, wavy hair and dark red nail polish. She nodded occasionally, but her eyes were always observing the other people.

No one spoke. After about ten seconds, the college student who had been checking his phone signal finally spoke.

"No signal..." The thin boy held the phone above his head and shook it, his voice strained.

If you look closely at this guy's face, you'll probably see an expression that looks like he's about to cry.

Still, no one spoke.

Jiang Xiaowei looked around. It seemed that, apart from this college student, everyone else was a seasoned player.

So, is this college student... really a newbie?

The first bizarre game is against a newcomer with a "medium" rating?

Jiang Xiaowei didn't continue thinking about it.

At this time, the other veteran players were also observing, and it seemed that no one was willing to step forward to answer the questions of the newcomer.

At that moment, the door was pushed open.

A vengeful ghost dressed in a manager's uniform walked in.

It was a vengeful ghost with an unusually bloated belly.

As soon as the big-bellied vengeful ghost appeared, it began counting in front of everyone.

"Hmm...we don't need so many waiters." He spat out an empty form and threw it in front of everyone.

The table has only six rows.

That is to say-

"You guys take care of yourselves first." The pregnant ghost found a spot, plopped down, and clearly looked like he was going to watch the show.

Is this... meant to make players kill each other?

Jiang Xiaowei subconsciously moved away from the others and touched her waist.

There's a boning knife there, but it's best not to use it.

Therefore, when she was in the real world, she asked Sun Yueyue's family to prepare a dagger that was easy to hide.

The pregnant ghost sat on a folding chair in the corner of the conference room, the chair creaking under its own weight.

He clasped his hands together on his protruding belly, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth, as if admiring something interesting.

The vomited-out form lay before everyone. The yellowed paper was covered in wet, sticky fluid, and the six blank rows looked like six open mouths.

Seven players, six positions.

What choices will these human players make?

The air in the conference room seemed to freeze for about three seconds.

Three seconds is enough time for everyone to memorize each other's positions and expressions again.

Suddenly, someone moved.

It was the man and woman standing in front of the lockers.

The man pulled a handgun from his person. He aimed at the college student with lightning speed and pulled the trigger before the student could react.

"Bang!"

It hit him right on the head.

The bullet pierced his head, and blood splattered everywhere.

The college student probably hadn't even realized what had just happened. But now, his body lay limp in a pool of blood.

gun?

Jiang Xiaowei looked over in disbelief.

Guns have limited effect on vengeful spirits. However, they are deadly to humans, one shot is all it takes.

It can be considered a powerful weapon in civil war.

"Resolved."

The man touched the mole on his chin. Seeing everyone looking at him, he said casually, "Stone City Mafia."

This time, everyone except the numb girl with the low ponytail looked away.

The man witnessed this entire action.

Are all these players from Shicheng?

He knew Stone City was large. But could he really gather so many local players in the same game?

It's important to know that local players may not necessarily participate in the same game.

He looked at the woman beside him, intending to ask her about it when they were alone later.

Women are more observant than he is; they should be able to notice subtle changes in the expressions of other players.

"Tch." The pregnant ghost curled its lip.

That's not what he wanted to see.

He was clearly losing interest when he didn't see what he wanted.

But the necessary procedures still had to be followed, so the pregnant ghost recited what needed to be said, as if chanting a sutra:

"Done? Then let's complete the process and write down the name."

No one moved.

Seeing this, the pregnant ghost seemed completely unconcerned: "If you don't sign, you're not a waiter at the Northern Wilderness Hotel."

This time, some people hesitated.

Should we believe what this vengeful ghost says?

What if I sign it and am cursed by the rules of killing?

Still, no one moved.

Seeing this, the pregnant ghost raised its eyelids listlessly.

He thought for a moment, as if remembering something, and said, "I forgot to bring you pens, so please make do with these."

Upon hearing this, the pregnant ghost's eyes lit up with amusement: "Signing with blood is also acceptable."

Signing with blood?

Still, no one moved.

"Hurry up. Otherwise..."

The pregnant ghost finally grew impatient.

Seeing this, the plaid shirt was the first to take action.

He was muttering something to himself, his hands clasped together, as if he were saying something.

After that, he didn't look at the still convulsing corpse, nor at the pool of dark red liquid slowly spreading on the ground.

He simply squatted down and wiped the ground with his index finger. Then he stood up, walked to the form, and neatly wrote his name.

The strokes are clear and the structure is upright, seemingly identical to his signature on company documents.

Seeing this, in order not to be targeted by the vengeful ghost, the other players reluctantly stepped forward and signed the papers one by one, imitating the plaid shirts.

"Alright? Let me think..." The pregnant ghost yawned, "Then it'll be you."

He pointed to the plaid shirt: "You and the others go to the lobby and wait. I'll come over later."

The man in the plaid shirt remained silent and made few movements. It was the girl with the low ponytail next to him who looked up and stared at the ghost with a numb gaze for a long time.

"What are you looking at? Get to the lobby!"

Under the wrath of the pregnant ghost, the players silently walked toward the lobby.

Whether they liked it or not, plaid shirts were at the forefront.

Along the way, they did not trigger any killing rules, nor did they encounter any vengeful ghosts.

The players arrived at the lobby without any problems.

The lobby of the Beihuang Hotel was filled with a faint smell of blood, as if someone had been repeatedly wiping every inch of the marble floor with diluted blood.

A crystal chandelier hung in the center of the lobby ceiling. The pale light cast from it looked like a layer of frost on the marble floor.

"Be careful," the man in the plaid shirt finally spoke, "This place..."

However, before he could finish speaking, Jiang Xiaowei walked directly to the front desk.

In an instant, everyone else fell silent.

All eyes were on Jiang Xiaowei.

Jiang Xiaowei had no idea what she was doing. As soon as she entered the lobby, she had a strange feeling.

Then, she saw a telephone next to the faceless female ghost at the lobby reception. When she came to her senses again, she found herself already at the reception desk.

The faceless female ghost seemed to sense Jiang Xiaowei's approach.

She turned her face towards Jiang Xiaowei, but seeing that the other was a hotel waitress and a human being, she turned her face away uninterested.

But this human seemed rather ungrateful, actually walking right up to her.

The faceless female ghost immediately tried to lure the other party into triggering her killing rules. However, Jiang Xiaowei's gaze was completely off her, as if she didn't care about her at all.

Jiang Xiaowei bypassed the receptionist and placed her hand directly on the telephone in front of her.

The faceless female ghost at the front desk did not expect this outcome.

The human players behind Jiang Xiaowei had not anticipated this outcome.

Even Jiang Xiaowei herself didn't understand why she had to take the phone.

"Don't touch that!"

A low growl came from behind me from a middle-aged man in a plaid shirt.

Is it out of concern?

Is it concern for your companion, or concern that others might be implicated?

Nobody will know.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaowei had already picked up the phone.

The telephone receiver was ice-cold, as if it had just been taken out of a freezer.

As soon as Jiang Xiaowei's fingers touched it, she felt a sticky dampness seeping from the metal surface into the lines of her fingerprints.

She instinctively wanted to let go, but her fingertips felt like they were being held in place by something, and a slight electric current surged from her fingertips all the way to her shoulder blades.

She tried to let go. However, at that moment, both her hands were completely out of her control.

Jiang Xiaowei froze. She held the phone to her ear with one hand and began dialing with the other.

At that moment, the faceless female ghost grabbed her arm. It seemed she wanted to stop Jiang Xiaowei from dialing any further.

But it was too late. The call had already been made.

Hello. Who are you?

Who is this?

The voice sounded somewhat familiar, but I couldn't quite place it at first.

"...I am Jiang Xiaowei," Jiang Xiaowei said uncontrollably.

"Ah, it's that human. You finally made it."

Hearing the voice on the other end of the phone, Jiang Xiaowei finally remembered.

It's that damn real estate agent!

That's the voice of that shady real estate agent!

"What...what did you do?" Jiang Xiaowei's voice trembled.

If I'm not mistaken, the current situation is probably due to the conversation Ren Zhizhe had on the ghost car back then!

"I asked you to call me when you had some free time. Looks like you finally have time to call."

What?

Jiang Xiaowei's head was buzzing.

She clearly didn't know the real estate agent's phone number, so why did she...? Is this one of their rules for killing people?

In other words, the murderous rules of the ghost broker have been in effect on her all along?

At this moment, the faceless female ghost was still beside her. But she couldn't care less about that now.

The rules regarding the ghostly security guards became invalid after that. But what's with this ghostly real estate agent?

Why?

Why can the other side's rules of killing last for so long?

"Alright. Since you're useless now, just kill yourself."

"you……"

"Beep beep..."

Before Jiang Xiaowei could speak, the ghost agent had already hung up the phone. At the same time, the faceless female ghost who had been holding onto Jiang Xiaowei suddenly released her grip and took several steps back in the opposite direction.

The human in front of you has already been targeted by another ghost.

The faceless female ghost didn't want to clash with other vengeful spirits. Besides, killing humans only brought her pleasure, with no benefit whatsoever.

That's why she ignored Jiang Xiaowei.

At this moment, Jiang Xiaowei had already hung up the phone.

When the ghost broker conveyed the suicide suggestion through words, the phone call served as the medium. Therefore, the original murder rule of the phone call was suppressed by the ghost broker's core murder rule, rendering it ineffective against Jiang Xiaowei.

Therefore, Jiang Xiaowei was able to easily drop the phone at the front desk.

As soon as she put down the phone, she noticed her hand moving on its own, as if she were groping for something.

I first looked around at the front desk, but stopped after failing to find any suicide props.

Before Jiang Xiaowei could even breathe a sigh of relief, her hand automatically reached up to touch her body.

What are they doing?

Before Jiang Xiaowei could react, she found that her entire field of vision had turned red!

……

On the other side, the elevator doors on the first floor of the Beihuang Hotel opened.

A person came out from inside.

No, it was Ren Zhizhe who stepped out.

No, that's not right either. Ren Zhizhe has already taken the elevator to the fourth floor, and is probably already in the room where the Sunset Cinema banquet is being held.

At this moment, another ghost emerged from the elevator.

This is a ghost whose facial features are constantly changing, but which has the general shape of Ren Zhizhe and wears the same clothes.