I, the screenwriter, have experienced a resurgence of inspiration.

Tan Moli led the male player, who claimed to be a doctor, forward through the snow, their steps uneven.

She was trembling so much that she could barely feel her fingers and toes.

But Tan Moli couldn't care less about her physical pain; she was overjoyed that Weng Yang was saved.

[Today's news item 1: The profession in Brussels is "Doctor".]

This is Tan Moli's skill "Today's Intelligence" as an "Intelligence Scientist".

She can randomly receive three pieces of intelligence each day.

These three pieces of information sometimes refer to the bank account details of a top billionaire hidden in the Cayman Islands, and sometimes to a player's unknown secrets, such as:

The other person prefers red underwear.

This ability is very unstable.

Fortunately, one of the draws Tan Moli drew was about the player in front of her named Brussels.

Brussels is a "doctor".

A doctor is needed to discuss jasmine.

Weng Yang is in a coma with a high fever and is also suffering from the "Black Death" debuff. None of his other teammates are by his side.

She had no system inventory, no medicine, and almost fell into a trap.

Fortunately, Brussels expressed its willingness to provide assistance.

But Tan Moli didn't completely trust the other party either; she had a small knife hidden in her sleeve.

She had it all planned out: when the other party was treating Weng Yang, she would put a knife to his neck, and let him go once he woke up.

—Although she felt very sorry for the other party and it was despicable, she really had no other choice.

She walked too fast and didn't look back.

The friendliness on Brussels' faces slowly faded, replaced by a ruthless determination to win.

"My dear girl, you are so brave. Are you alright now? How far are we from your shelter? We'd better start a fire quickly, you're freezing."

"I can persevere."

Tan Moli bit her tongue hard, trying to pull herself back from the dizziness with the pain:

Weng Yang is still waiting for her.

The English spoken in Brussels had a heavy Indian accent, which Tan Moli couldn't understand very well.

"Is your teammate very ill? I hope you have enough points to pay for it. There are several patients in total. I think I brought enough medicine."

His voice drifted on the wind, his tone gentle and friendly.

Tan Moli opened her mouth, about to answer—

[Second piece of intelligence for today: Your teammates in Brussels are following you.]

Tan Moli paused, her eyes filled with despair:

Tan Moli, how could you be so stupid, so stupid, so stupid, so stupid!

She turned sharply to look back at the way she had come. In the distance, at the boundary between the red house and the snow curtain, several dark shadows could be vaguely seen.

Tan Moli's breathing began to quicken.

Brussels stood beside her, tilting his head to look at her. His expression remained gentle, but Tan Moli felt a chill in her heart.

She glanced at the dry firewood not far in front of her.

—That was the marker she left in the snow when she came out, some distance from them.

The stone house where she and Weng Yang stayed was right behind there.

Weng Yang is inside.

She can't bring people over.

Absolutely not.

Tan Moli gritted her teeth, made a quick decision, and turned around abruptly.

……

……

"Honey, what's wrong?"

Brussels looked somewhat confused, not understanding why Tan Jasmine had suddenly changed her tune.

"Are your teammates really over there? It's a forest, full of black thorns. Going in would mean being swallowed up. How did you manage to build your shelter there? Was it an item or a skill?"

Tan Moli did not answer.

She knew she couldn't outrun him—she was trembling all over, her blood sugar was dropping, and her vision was blurring.

Then, she took a deep breath and did the bravest thing she had ever done.

Instead of running towards the tent for help, she turned and ran in the opposite direction.

You can't go to the red house.

They knew as soon as they ran that the shelter was nearby.

Brussels cursed and then quickly chased after him.

"Huff...huff...huff—"

Tan Moli didn't look back. She moved forward almost on her hands and feet, her lungs filled with ice shards. Every breath she took felt like swallowing a knife.

Then she heard the sound of a group of people's footsteps behind her.

……

Soon, Tan Moli was pressed down onto the snow, her cheeks roughly buried in it, snow filling her nose and mouth. She coughed violently, choking.

"Cough cough cough! Cough cough cough cough!"

"Don't be so rude, Brussels."

Someone grabbed her arm and turned her over. Brussels squatted in front of her, a smile on his face.

"What are you running for?" he said in English. "We just want to talk to you and ask you and your teammates to join us."

His teammates, both men and women, surrounded him. They were all wearing thick fur coats.

The laughter of a group of people mingled together, malice mixed with a blizzard, slowly spreading into despair:

"Look at our poor prey."

"She's almost frozen."

"A new player, so interesting, she even dared to go out alone in a blizzard."

"Poor girl, where are your teammates? Did they all get infected with the Black Death?"

Tan Moli didn't have the strength to speak; she stared at Brussels' face: his fingers were very close to hers.

Then she suddenly opened her mouth wide and bit the other man's finger, and then used the dagger to stab the man's eyeball!

Brussels reacted quickly, but he clearly hadn't expected that this player, who looked so frail and seemingly on the verge of death, would unleash such immense power.

The dagger barely grazed the surface of the man's eyeball, and blood quickly seeped from his eyelid.

"SHIT!! SHIT! Damn it!"

Brussels abruptly pulled his hand away, throwing Tan Moli aside. She rolled several times on the snow, crashed into the snow, then struggled to her feet and continued to stumble and run towards the forest.

"Brussels, you've been bitten!"

"Poor Brussels, can't even catch a new player."

"Hurry up, she must have gone to find her teammates."

"Her points are mine; it was my idea—"

A group of people laughed and joked, clearly not taking Tan Moli's resistance seriously, but Brussels felt ashamed and roared loudly:

"I'm going to throw her into the snow and turn her into a statue!"

"I'm going to dump you and your teammates on the corpse collectors!"

Tan Moli couldn't run anymore. Her foot slipped, and she fell backward into a thicket of thorns. Above her was a dim sky and falling snowflakes.

Her vision gradually blurred.

But in sight, the stone house with the stick stuck in it was slowly buried by the snow.

Tan Moli exhaled sharply and murmured to herself, "I was so brave today, I wasn't afraid at all—"

Then she heard a gunshot.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang!!"

The snow gradually intensified, and the gunshots were quickly drowned out by the blizzard.

"Crunch... crunch..."

Tan Moli heard someone approaching on the snow, so she lay quietly on the snow and waited for death.

Then, another unfamiliar Chinese female face appeared above them, her expression seemingly very helpless:

"It's me, Tan Moli."

"I am Chen Xi."

"I took your statement in the 'High School Ghost Stories' instance."

……

……

Tan Moli's eyes were dazed, but she then closed them, appearing to refuse to talk.

The female player standing in the snow didn't leave; instead, she bent down and picked her up.

"You! What are you going to do! I won't say anything! Kill me if you want..."

Before she could finish speaking, Tan Moli suddenly shut her mouth:

In the vast white snowfield, the group from Brussels had vanished without a trace, while the three players they had just seen were lying face up in the snow, each with a bloody hole between their eyebrows.

The snowflakes quickly covered the body, and in another ten minutes, no one would even know what had happened.

"You...you're really Chen Xi?"

As Tan Moli asked this question, she stared intently at the back of the strange woman's head with some uncertainty:

Her clothes and hairstyle were exactly the same as the "Chen Xi" in my memory.

But that face... I have absolutely no recollection of it.

"You're very brave, but you need to be more discerning next time."

When Tan Moli heard the woman speak, she wanted to ask more, but her adrenaline was completely depleted, and darkness descended upon her—

Before she lost consciousness, she only saw snowflakes flying everywhere, and it seemed that a white crow flew overhead.

[Today's third intelligence report: Merlin...]

Merlin what?

Is this a task notification?!

Tan Moli tried desperately to open her eyes, but the words on her retina slowly disappeared, and she eventually fainted.