After being poisoned by mushrooms, all the strange creatures became fascinated by me.

"Still deceiving yourself?" Sun Ping sneered from the monitoring room.

On the large screen behind him, the image was frozen on the moment when Tang Li, Jiang Hui, and Fang Yingjie were gathered in front of the computer studying the data together.

"They've already managed to get rid of your data," Sun Ping said mockingly, pointing at the screen. "See that? Vice Dean, does it look familiar? These are the names of dead people?"

"These are the players you killed with the machines before, right?"

Sun Ping's gaze swept over Qi Cuiming's pale face inch by inch.

"Does the 'mysterious master' you all think he is really going to care about a few players who died sometime ago?"

In the skinny guy's live stream.

Sun Ping's live stream room has been completely controlled by "that person's" mad dogs, and the other protagonist Tang Li's live stream room is being monitored by them 24/7. As casual viewers, they dare not speak in the two of their live stream rooms, so they can only find a player's live stream room with low presence as a forum for communication.

The timid, skinny man dared not ask questions, much less speak out, even if he saw snippets of conversation. His live stream was the best platform for communication.

"I came from Sun Ping's live stream." "Me too." "I have a question. Since surveillance is so useful, why didn't the hospital use it before?" "Yeah, Tang Li drifted to the basement ward late at night, and Gu Xiaoying went through all the trouble to bring her back. Didn't the hospital see any of that?"

"The reason it happened before was because Gu Xiaoying blew up all the surveillance cameras." "Then why isn't he blowing them up now?"

A golden barrage of comments streaked across the live stream like a shooting star—a color only top-tier players could possess.

"The hospital's surveillance system has never been working properly. This current surveillance system was redeemed by Sun Ping from the online store."

Who would have thought that a player of this level would appear in a live stream of a low-level, one-star dungeon?!

A seemingly ordinary sentence caused a huge uproar, drawing out a large number of lurking viewers. The vast majority were worshipping the expert, while a small minority were still persistently asking: Why couldn't they find any surveillance in the store that could block the perception of dungeon bosses?

A veteran player, You Ran, explains some unspoken techniques that advanced players use when helping others:

"A certain hyena created this surveillance system and submitted it to the store as a new item. The quantity of this item is limited to 1. Sun Ping bought the surveillance system, and the item sold out immediately, so of course you can't find it."

Another viewer seized the opportunity to ask, "Hey, how did Sun Ping know that Tang Li was mistaken for 'that person' by the hospital staff?"

A golden comment read: "Of course, the hyena told him."

Viewer: "Aren't these kinds of comments that infringe on the streamer's privacy automatically blocked from other streamers?"

A comment in the chat read: "The trick of exploiting loopholes isn't anything new. That night, Sun Ping's livestream received a lot of donations. Didn't anyone find it strange that the amounts varied?"

"Arranged alphabetically, 1000 points is 'a', 2000 points is 'b', you all know pinyin, right?"

The live stream viewers were suddenly struck by the shock of the hyenas' brutal and effective methods, as well as their immense wealth.

The golden barrage of comments, however, was about to leave: "Alright, you guys keep watching."

"If Tang Li clears the level, remember to tell her—Cen Fengxing wants to sign her!"

the other side.

It wasn't until they entered the restaurant that Fang Yingjie's shoulders, which had been drooping listlessly, straightened up with tension.

"Something's not right," he whispered to Jiang Hui and Tang Li, using the sounds of the restaurant as cover. "Just now, in the hallway, I noticed a security camera filming us the whole way."

When Qiu Wanting arrived at the restaurant to meet them, she overheard this and her first reaction was, "Impossible."

Horror dungeons, especially lower-level ones, largely rely on a balance of combat power.

Most of the players' investigations are conducted furtively in order to find a glimmer of hope. If even this path to survival is blocked by "technological means," how can the players survive? If the players don't survive, who will generate revenue for the horror live-streaming system?

Jiang Hui frowned: "I checked the surveillance cameras after I came to the hospital, and they're all just for show."

Fang Yingjie panicked: "It was indeed just for show before! But I really felt it just now—how can you question me? We working-class people who are good at hiding in corners and slacking off have an innate, maxed-out sensitivity to surveillance!"

Tang Li, a college student who has not yet entered the harsh realities of society, gasped in shock: What terrifying words!

Qiu Wanting seemed to have been persuaded by Fang Yingjie. He frowned and asked, "Then can you go and see what the surveillance footage captured?"

Fang Yingjie pulled up a chair without saying a word, took out his computer, and the keyboard began to clatter.

Creating a computer on his person? Are you kidding me? That's his real superpower.

It was as if an invisible stream of information was flowing from his fingertips, going upstream, and familiar scenes flashed by on the screen of that old computer.

Then it split into two, then into four, and more and more images appeared on the screen, like a grid of paper, densely packed with videos stored from different surveillance cameras in different locations playing simultaneously.

Tang Li loosened her grip, and Jiang Hui picked up the milk cup before it hit the ground and put it back on the table.

Tang Li opened her mouth silently, then instinctively wrapped her arms around herself. She shivered.

Front, side, and back.

Every frame on the computer screen, every blank space on the grid paper, precisely captured her figure.

She saw hundreds of versions of herself on the screen.

"It's not us," Tang Li thought. She involuntarily turned around, like any girl who suddenly discovers she's being watched by a peeping tom, filled with anxiety and suspicion about everything around her.

It wasn't us, it was me. The surveillance cameras were filming me the whole time.

Jiang Hui pulled her into a tight embrace, a steady stream of warmth emanating from their skin. Jiang Hui whispered in her ear, each word distinct: "Don't be afraid. I will protect you, Tang Li."

Qiu Wanting wasted no time. His face darkened, and he asked Fang Yingjie, "Can you find out who's been monitoring us?"

Fang Yingjie's fingers were still typing away on the keyboard. He said, "Okay, just a moment."

In the monitoring room.

Sun Ping, with his back to the computer, was still talking to Qi Cuiming.

"Tang Li, Jiang Hui, and Qiu Wanting are all in cahoots. She has no skills of her own; she relies on Jiang Hui for fighting and Qiu Wanting for intelligence. She knows nothing else. Can't you see that?"

He didn't notice that the computer's webcam had been silently turned on behind him.

restaurant.

Two familiar figures appeared on the laptop screen.

His voice traveled through several floors and came from Fang Yingjie's computer speakers, but the annoying tone was still unfiltered, and he spoke arrogantly from above.

"Qi Cuiming... and Sun Ping," Tang Li softly uttered the two names.

When fear manifests itself, it transforms into a burning rage.

So it turns out that you were the ones who had been hiding in the shadows, watching me all along.