It's time to become an evil god.

Chapter 174 Funny Mud Bee

Room 403 is home to two other human players who are participating in the mission. Although they are human, they come from a completely different timeline.

A sinful timeline known as "The Blooming of the Flower of Evil in America".

The horrifying "Human Purge Plan" and "Race Purification Plan" are proceeding methodically in this country. This timeline of America is filled with bloodshed, violence, and crime. Even the President of the United States and Congress have become puppets and agents of major gangs. The poor security has allowed this country, which was once known for its simple and honest ways, to cultivate many criminal geniuses and give birth to super criminals no less than those in Gotham City, DC.

The orthopedic surgeon in a white coat can manipulate all the bones in his body at will. His temporary ally is the "Bloody Demon," a freakish individual who transforms into a berserk monster upon contact with blood. The two were among the first players to enter the Cecil Hotel. During their journey, they encountered players from other timelines, but realizing the vast difference in strength, they abandoned their plans to intercept other players and instead focused on gathering intelligence within the hotel.

They did find some clues, such as discovering from a notebook left by a previous guest that the clock was always an hour slow, that you should never try any food made by the chef Oink, and that the strange creatures roaming the hotel would randomly kill someone every night.

The commotion outside caught the attention of the orthopedic surgeon. He looked out through the peephole in the door, but the corridor was dimly lit, making it impossible to see what was happening.

The Blood Demon casually remarked, "Maybe some unlucky guy ran into the Black Dahlia. We'll just have to wait to collect his body tomorrow. Oh, no, if we can still find the body."

"Black dahlia?"

The orthopedic surgeon frowned and said, "Is it Elizabeth Ann Short, the woman who was dismembered and murdered in the California dismemberment case?"

"Who else could it be but her?"

The Bloodthirsty Demon shrugged and said, "Besides, we still don't know what it means to enter this hotel..."

Before he could finish speaking, the Blood Demon heard a system notification in his ear.

[Ding-dong, the mission has been updated]

Your mission is to eliminate the Secret Hunters and protect the secrets of the Cecil Hotel.

"Keep the secret of the Cecil Hotel?"

The Blood Demon rested his chin on his hand, pursed his lips, and gently bit his lip ring. He looked up at his temporary ally and whispered, "What about your mission?"

The orthopedic surgeon nodded calmly and said, "Same here: keep the secrets of the Cecil Hotel and eliminate the secret diggers."

"Just find the digger and keep the secret? No, that's too easy."

The Blood Demon shook his head. Although he was a monster who would go berserk when he tasted blood, it did not mean that he was simple-minded and physically strong. On the contrary, players who could escape death in previous missions and reach this level were all shrewd monsters.

"As long as all the players gather in the lobby during the day, the diggers can only act at night. And since strange things roam this hotel at night, this rule is clearly advantageous to us guards. So..."

"I speculate that the missions received by all players are not the same. Some players who act as the guardians have the victory condition of finding and killing the digger. Perhaps, some players are traitors who have the victory condition of finding the digger and telling him the secret of the hotel. The digger should be someone who solves the secret of the Sissel Hotel on his own without anyone noticing his identity."

The orthopedic surgeon raised his own question, "Wait a minute, wouldn't this give the traitor who finds and informs the digger of the secret an advantage?"

"No, the system isn't designed that way. We don't know the hotel's secret, and maybe the traitors don't either, otherwise they could easily win by simply announcing it over the loudspeaker. So the guards and the traitors have the same goal: to find the player who's trying to uncover the secrets of the Cicel Hotel. We'll eliminate the digger, they'll protect the digger, and the digger needs to uncover the secret before all the other players find out his identity."

"We have all the clues; the next step is to develop a plan."

The Blood Demon licked his lips, his gaze gradually turning cold. "If all the guards unite and kill all the traitors, the mission will be much easier."

Yes, you're right.

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a bone bullet pierced the Blood Demon's unsuspecting head from the back, splattering blood everywhere and leaving a shocking spray of blood on the wall.

The Blood Demon didn't even struggle; he collapsed to the ground with a thud, his eyes filled with horror.

"you……"

He died before he could finish speaking.

"I'm sorry, dear friend."

The orthopedic surgeon, his thumb and forefinger at a ninety-degree angle, maintained a "gun-holding" posture, and sneered, "I just deceived you; that's exactly what we traitors intended to do."

The orthopedic surgeon hatched a plan to kill his former allies when he realized he wasn't on the same side as them. After disposing of the body, he needed to find players from the same faction to help him carry out the plan.

His hand rested on the doorknob, his expression hesitant. Stepping into the corridor after the lights were off was extremely risky, but now he needed to find allies with the same mission objective to bolster his forces.

"The inability to use items and skills now means that engaging in direct confrontation with the supernatural will be extremely risky."

Although the orthopedic surgeon possessed supernatural abilities, without skills and tools, he was no different from an ordinary person when facing those incorporeal spirits and monster players whose bodies had become almost divine. He had previously witnessed a shirtless man carrying a giant bow and wielding a katana, who cleaved his teammate, who could petrify his entire body into granite, in two with a single strike.

In this dangerous battle for control of a foreign land, past experience was utterly useless.

“Those Japanese samurai look quite formidable; perhaps we could try to form an alliance with them.”

After confirming there was no sound outside, the orthopedic surgeon carefully opened the door a crack and cautiously peeked out.

As soon as he poked his head out, a horrifying dead face suddenly appeared in front of him. The unsuspecting orthopedic surgeon screamed in fright and quickly stretched out his finger, firing his finger bone like bullets. All ten bullets hit the face without missing a beat.

The other party remained motionless, as if dead.

What's even more shocking is that behind the black dahlia, who was half-dead, stood a young man with his hands behind his back in the elevator. He just coldly looked at the orthopedic doctor in front of him. Although he didn't say a word, he gave people a strange sense of oppression.

The other party simply beckoned, and the black dahlia in front of them flew up, crashing wildly like a kite with its string detached, before slamming against the wall with a cracking sound as if its bones were breaking.

Finally, he collapsed to the ground like a lump of mud, motionless. His lifeless eyes stared at the orthopedic surgeon in front of him, as if telling of the horror before his death.

The orthopedic surgeon silently swallowed. Although he didn't know why this guy could use the tool, his survival instinct warned him to stay away from this guy, or he would really die.

What's more, there was a weird little thing on the other person's shoulder that was shaking its head like a worm, which was terrifying to look at.

The fine fishing line slipped into Bai Ge's fingers and disappeared. He looked him up and down, his whole body stiff and motionless.

The orthopedic specialist was so frightened that he raised his hands and dared not move. Staring at the other person's Asian face, he stammered, "Hey, don't, don't touch me! I'm from a minority group, really! All 56 ethnic groups are one family!"

"Don't try to get close to me."

Bai Ge kept a straight face and watched the other person warily. After thinking for a moment, he asked, "I'm asking you, you said you're Chinese, what's the Chinese name for Alpaca?"

"alpaca?"

The orthopedic specialist racked his brains, finally stammering, "Is it...is it a sheep, an alpaca?"

Bai Ge responded expressionlessly, "funnymudbee."

Chapter 175 I Didn't See Anything, You Continue

The orthopedic surgeon's heart skipped a beat. Although he recognized each word the other person said, he had no idea what it meant when put together. A comical mud bee? Was this some new code? He was extremely frustrated. He should have learned more about Eastern culture. Right now, all he knew was the "because it is so big" meme.

"I'll give you another chance."

"When you hear 'Ah Wei is playing video games again,' what's the first thing that comes to mind?"

"..."

The orthopedic surgeon was dumbfounded. What kind of underworld being could come up with such a question? Did the person who set the question have no intention of returning to life?

"You don't know, do you?"

Bai Ge's expression turned cold. The fine fishing lines emerged from his body, like wriggling living things. For some reason, the orthopedic surgeon was instantly reminded of a movie called Deranged, and his stomach acid churned.

"Since that's the case, then I'll have no choice but to resort to force."

After saying that, he snapped his arm, exposing half of the sharp bone. The orthopedic surgeon possessed the ability to use bone as a weapon, and he threw a punch at his opponent with the sharp broken end. However, as soon as he raised his hand, he found fine bloodstains all over his body, as if sharp, fine steel wires were piercing his skin and digging deep into his flesh. The orthopedic surgeon was completely unable to move. He even tried to use the same trick again, raising his index finger to fire a bullet at Bai Ge, but his entire finger was bent, making it impossible to fire a knuckle bone bullet at Bai Ge.

Several sharp fishhooks pierced his cheeks, lifting the orthopedic surgeon alive and leaving him hanging in mid-air, bleeding profusely from his mouth, unable to utter a single word.

"You think you can compete with me with this level of skill?"

Bai Ge frowned. This guy was on a completely different level from the previous one, Oniwa Gyoubu Masataka, and didn't even need to borrow the power of the umbilical cord.

"Wait, wait a minute."

Ignoring the sharp pain from the fishhook pulling at his lip, the orthopedic surgeon hurriedly said, "No, don't kill me. I know the secrets of this hotel. I've heard that strange things happen in the depths of the corridors after nightfall. If you're willing to spare my life, I can tell you all the rules of the Cecil Hotel."

Bai Ge took out the Demon King's bone hammer from his inventory and asked in return, "May I ask what gave you the illusion that I couldn't defeat the monster?"

Looking at the knife in the other person's hand, the orthopedic surgeon said, "You have no idea how terrifying the strangeness of this place really is."

"So what?"

Bai Ge said with a cold laugh, "When I was a child, I accidentally spilled someone's ashes during a funeral at a relative's house. So I secretly poured half a bag of laundry detergent in, and I still haven't dared to tell my family."

This time, the orthopedic surgeon remained silent for a long time. "You don't do anything that involves people?"

He asked very kindly, "Let me ask you a question: before you became a player, did you ever kill anyone?"

The orthopedic surgeon, who was originally a supervillain, was about to boast about his past crimes, but when he thought of the player in front of him who was more terrifying than a ghost, he silently shut his mouth.

"Can you imagine standing by and watching the victim struggle with their last ounce of strength, and then opening a can of beer for the murderer?"

"Can you imagine bringing the dead back to life just to cover up the crime?"

"Can you imagine someone adding police officers as WeChat friends just to fool them, and then surpassing all the officers' WeChat step counts in repeated chases?"

Are you fucking insane?!

The orthopedic surgeon was terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat. Compared to the cautious and methodical players he had encountered before, this guy was like a madman, completely unpredictable and without any strategy.

Who can keep up with the thinking of a madman?

"Wait, wait a minute."

With a long face, he asked, "What does your going to find the strange have to do with me?"

"Of course it's relevant."

Bai Ge grabbed the orthopedic surgeon's trouser leg and dragged him into room 404, saying as they went, "I'm still missing a bait."

The orthopedic surgeon paused for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "...Does coming to this hotel feel like coming home?"

……

The ebony clock at the end of the corridor struck twelve. A sharp axe cleaved through the thin wooden wall, and a withered arm emerged, groping and searching until a dust-covered corpse crawled out from the narrow crack. It dusted off its filthy clothes, its cloudy eyes gazing into the distance, its scarred face seemingly filled only with murderous intent and hatred.

The demon Raminis was resurrected at midnight.

"For Satan's sake."

He kissed the pendant hanging around his neck, walked to the door of a storage room, and skillfully opened the locked door. A strong stench hit him, but Raminis acted as if nothing had happened, calmly pulling out a tattered, bloodstained doll from inside.

It was a brown electric bear costume, and a bloodstained axe was still tightly in my hand.

Good evening, Freddy. I didn't expect to be teaming up with you again tonight.

Laminis skillfully pulled off the brown bear's skin, crawled into the giant doll's body, moved around to get used to his bulky form, and then picked up the axe that had fallen to the ground.

"Not bad, this leather suit is still the most comfortable. I heard that some unfortunate wretch has checked into this Cecil Hotel again, so my slaughtering spree should continue."

Dressed as a murderous teddy bear, Laminis moved skillfully through the attached corridors. He had committed countless atrocities in this hotel and knew almost every room like the back of his hand.

"Which unlucky guy should we start with?"

As Raminis counted the house numbers, he muttered to himself, "401, 402, 403..."