A bizarre and terrifying experience; I messed up the dungeon world.

She didn't get angry. She glanced back at Shen Mo, then stood up.

"Let's change seats."

There were no empty seats in the carriage. The only seemingly empty seat was in the fifth row, with a strange passenger sitting on the left. Lin Ke walked over and squatted down in front of the strange passenger.

Notice No. 5: Do not touch the passengers already on the bus.

She didn't touch it.

She simply squatted there, looking directly at the face covered by the gray film, and said something in a very soft voice. Han Yingying was sitting far away and didn't hear her clearly.

There was movement beneath the eerie passenger's gray membrane. It slowly rose to its feet.

Then it walked into the corridor.

Nobody touched it. It got up by itself.

Lin Ke sat down in that seat, crossed her legs, and casually tidied her hair.

Han Yingying stared at the strange passenger who walked into the aisle. It stood in the middle of the aisle, its head tilted, as if it had lost some command and didn't know where to go.

Then it looked down at its own hands.

My hands started to become transparent.

Starting from the fingertips, like ink dripping into clear water, its body dissolved little by little. Silently, after five seconds, nothing remained in the aisle.

Han Yingying turned to look at Lin Ke. The latter was leaning back in her chair, seemingly oblivious to everyone around her, with her eyes closed, resting.

What skills does this woman have?

When asked, Lin Ke didn't bother to open her eyes and only said two words—"allure".

The car continued driving. Twenty minutes later, the accident happened.

The man in the tracksuit sitting in the third row suddenly stiffened. The strange passengers on either side of him had somehow moved closer together. It wasn't a physical movement; they were still in their original positions, but the distance between them was shrinking—as if space itself was being squeezed.

The man in the tracksuit's expression changed. "Hey...aren't these two things getting closer?"

No one answered him.

Han Yingying's first reaction was to help. Just as she put her hand on the back of the seat in front of her to get up, a hand reached out from behind and pressed down on her shoulder.

It wasn't very forceful, but it was very accurate.

She turned around. It was Zhou Lang.

He shook his head.

Han Yingying opened her mouth as if to say something, but Zhou Lang's gaze made her swallow her words. It wasn't a warning look; how to describe it—it was like the calmness of someone who has done similar problems many times seeing someone else about to make a mistake.

Han Yingying sat up straight again.

The man in the tracksuit began to struggle; he tried to stand up, but his body seemed glued to the seat. The strange passengers on either side continued to press in, and rustling sounds came from beneath the gray plastic sheeting—

Then it stopped.

That's how it ended.

The strange passenger returned to his original distance. The man in the tracksuit was panting heavily; his back was soaked with sweat. He was unharmed, not a single hair on his body was missing.

Han Yingying turned around and glanced at Zhou Lang.

Zhou Lang had already withdrawn his hand, turning his head to look at the withered trees outside the window, appearing nonchalant.

How did he know nothing would happen?

"We've arrived at our destination."

The driver's tape recorder started playing. The car stopped. The door opened, revealing a three-story building with gray walls covered in vines. A faded plaque above the entrance bore several large characters:

Everyone got off the bus. The man in the tracksuit was the last to get off; his legs were still shaking.

A wooden board stood at the entrance, with a new piece of paper nailed to it:

Welcome to the haunted guesthouse.

[Identity cards have been assigned. Please collect your identity cards from the front desk.]

The rules for this instance will be announced after you claim your account.

【Friendly Reminder: This guesthouse is not responsible for the personal safety of its guests.】

Han Yingying walked into the lobby of the guesthouse. The front desk was empty, but several ID cards were neatly arranged on the counter. Each card had a name and ID number written on it.

She found hers.

Han Yingying – Art Student

The guesthouse has three floors, with four rooms on each floor. Rooms are assigned according to status, and Han Yingying got room 202, the innermost room on the second floor.

The room wasn't big. There was a single bed, a desk, a chair, and a wardrobe. The windows were sealed shut, and the dark red curtains couldn't be drawn. On the desk was a set of art supplies—a sketchbook, charcoal pencils, watercolors, and a palette.

Han Yingying opened her sketchbook; the first few pages were blank, but words appeared on the fourth page.

It's not a drawing, it's words. Crooked and uneven, like words forcibly written with a left hand:

"Draw what they look like, and you'll get the answers you want. Don't draw living people."

The rest of the pages are blank.

The rules for copying are printed on the back of the identity card:

【The Horrifying Inn - Dungeon Rules】

一、民宿内共有12位住客。白天自由活动，夜间（22:00-06:00）必须待在房间内。

Second, each guest has a specific identity, which determines your abilities and limitations.

Third, there are people in the guesthouse who are "not guests". Do not respond to their questions.

四、用餐时间为每日12:00和18:00。错过用餐将扣除1点健康值。

5. Death occurs when health reaches zero.

Sixth, find the hidden "truth" in the guesthouse to pass the level.

VII. Customs clearance time: 72 hours.

There were twelve guests. But only nine people actually got off the bus. You don't need to guess who the remaining three "guests" were.

Han Yingying read the rules three times and memorized them.

At noon, everyone gathered in the restaurant on the first floor for lunch. A long table was set up in the restaurant, with twelve identical set meals on it—rice, a stir-fry dish, and a bowl of soup. There was nothing strange about it; it was just ordinary food, but no one dared to be the first to touch it.

Zhang Chuang sniffed the vegetables and stirred them a couple of times with his chopsticks. "Looks fine."

Little Fatty was starving and started eating first. The others followed suit.

During the meal, Han Yingying noticed a person sitting at one end of the long table.

No, it's not a "person".

It was a girl. Long hair covered half her face, she wore an outdated floral dress, and sat there quietly eating her rice. Her ID card was clipped to her chest, and Han Yingying squinted at it—

[Tenants/Former Tenants]

A returning guest. One of the three non-players among the twelve guests.

No one spoke to her. She didn't look up, finished eating, and silently got up and left.

After dinner, Han Yingying returned to her room and began to ponder what she could do as an "art student".

The words in the sketchbook say, "Draw their likeness, and you'll get the answer you want."

Whom to depict? Those who "don't belong to the residents"?

She decided to give it a try.

Picking up her charcoal pencil, Han Yingying recalled the appearance of the former guest in the restaurant—long hair, a floral dress, and half of his face covered. She began to draw.

She did have artistic talent, and that wasn't lost with her amnesia. She quickly sketched on the paper with charcoal, and a half-body sketch was finished in a few minutes. It was about 70-80% accurate, capturing the texture of the hair and the folds of the clothing.

The charcoal pencil tip broke the second I finished drawing.

The drawings in the sketchbook began to change.

Han Yingying released her grip, watching the lines on the screen twist and recombine on their own. The face of the former resident gradually became clearer, revealing half of his face that had been hidden by his hair—