Chapter 17: All Depends on Acting
As for the rules of this game.
She didn’t know yet if only she had experienced it or if everyone had experienced it together.
Once it was confirmed tomorrow, she would be able to roughly guess some relationships.
There was still a tapping sound outside the window. Bai Cha ignored it. As long as she didn’t see it, she wouldn’t hear that calling sound.
So the medium was clearly the eyes. But the question was how to get back into her body now.
Bai Cha thought for a moment and simply walked towards the door.
This state, similar to astral projection but also like being in a dream, might allow her to explore something useful.
And…
Bai Cha sensed the location of the dodder seed.
It seemed…
To be right outside the door.
Bai Cha stood inside the door, her hand on the handle.
After only three seconds of hesitation, she opened the door.
The front desk staff was indeed standing outside.
But it wasn’t just the front desk staff.
The front desk staff was also strangling someone.
That person’s eyes had rolled back from being strangled, their face was purplish-blue, their tongue was sticking out, and white foam was bubbling from their mouth.
It was Zhong Man.
Huh, interesting.
All of this was just a fleeting image seen the moment she opened the door. Bai Cha’s expression didn’t change at all. She slipped past them as if she hadn’t seen anything, and instead looked towards the stairs with a hesitant look on her face.
The front desk staff slowly turned his neck, looking at her with an inquisitive gaze.
Bai Cha stood in place, her face full of hesitation. She took a small step and then retracted her foot, glanced at the room, and finally, a determined look flashed across her face. She took a deep breath, gently closed the door, and walked towards the stairs.
Throughout the entire action, she didn’t glance at the murderous scene in front of her even once.
She didn’t know why the front desk staff would kill Zhong Man. This scene indeed exceeded her expectations.
So she decided to act as if she hadn’t seen anything.
Of course, this was also gambling on one thing.
That was that in this state she was currently in, in this special space, everyone was pulled in, including the front desk staff.
The front desk staff couldn’t control this place.
Whether he was familiar with it or not was hard to say, but as long as he wasn’t the controller of the “dream,” then acting as if she couldn’t see him was the safest option.
This was another speculation that needed to be verified.
The front desk staff exerted force on his hand, and with a “crack” sound, Zhong Man’s neck broke, but the skin was still connected.
Bai Cha heard it, but she still didn’t show any abnormality, still cautiously and tentatively walking towards the stairs, as if unaware of everything behind her.
Footsteps began to sound from behind.
It was the front desk staff following her.
Sure enough, this scene should be related to the guest-house itself.
But the tapping sound that rang outside the window just now in the room should also count as one of the strange sounds, so it was possible to go to the front desk.
Assuming that the players were all currently in such a state, then their real bodies wouldn’t be able to get up to call the front desk about the ghost lying on them.
So being able to call the front desk could only happen now, in this environment.
This was another speculation that Bai Cha had just thought of.
If the sequence was to call first, then the front desk would appear and solve the problem.
Then, could the front desk she encountered here directly kill her?
So just now, besides pretending not to see, there was no other good way.
Clearly, the gamble paid off.
Bai Cha held onto the railing, step by step going downstairs, as if she hadn’t noticed at all that the person behind her was so close, only one step away.
The second floor was quite dark.
Bai Cha walked even slower on this stretch, her body trembling slightly.
She even sniffled, as if she was about to cry from fear.
“No… can’t retreat…” Bai Cha muttered to herself in a breathy voice.
Then, she took a deep breath and suddenly closed her eyes and began to speed up.
The front desk staff paused.
Bai Cha rushed down to the first floor in a disheveled and panicked manner. When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she even stumbled. Her ankle was already hurting, and now it was even worse.
She wiped away tears fiercely and looked at the silent first floor, where only a night light at the front desk was on.
She gritted her teeth again, struggled to get up from the ground, and dragged her leg, walking with difficulty towards the front desk.
She had just put on such a big act mainly to solidify the fact that she really didn’t know the front desk staff was behind her.
After all, how could such a timid, weak, and tearful injured girl have the courage to see something and pretend not to?
Of course… the front desk staff might see through her trick.
After all, she was able to make demands and negotiate at the convenience store outside, so she definitely wasn’t this useless.
But Bai Cha wasn’t betting that the front desk staff wouldn’t notice she could see him. Instead, she was betting that according to the rules in this world, if she perfectly acted out not seeing the front desk staff, then the front desk staff couldn’t attack her.
Standing in front of the phone, Bai Cha hesitated again.
She had to play the whole act.
The front desk staff was untrustworthy. Of course, she knew this. Not to mention the front desk staff, she didn’t trust anyone.
She was considering two related rules.
The guest-house asked her not to disturb anyone, while the front desk’s flyer told her to call the front desk.
Speaking of which, who had been answering the phone all along?
Logically, it should be the guest-house.
Assuming it was the guest-house.
So even if she called through the front desk, the guest-house would know.
But if she called the guest-house through the phone in the room, the front desk might not know.
This once again confirmed that the front desk staff was restricted by the guest-house and was of a lower level.
But what if it wasn’t the guest-house?
