I am a full-level celestial master, you let me enter the strange talk of rules?

[Rule 4: If someone calls for help, first check the surveillance footage. If you cannot see the person calling for help in any frame, do not respond or help. That person is not human; they are imitating a human.]

There are no surveillance cameras here, so Zhang Yangqing can't see the person who called for help.

To interpret the rules literally is to simply ignore them.

The problem is, there aren't many clues on the seventh floor.

Zhang Yangqing had been walking for so long, and all he could see were corridors, doors, walls, and shadows.

The cries for help were the only targeted sound he heard here.

The sound was dangerous, but it might also hold clues.

The world of ghost stories doesn't just randomly place a voice here.

There's a reason it's here.

Zhang Yangqing felt the correct interpretation should be: he wanted the guy who made the distress call to go to a place with surveillance cameras.

That guy is very weak; he definitely can't get downstairs.

So how do we determine what it is?
It means letting him into a nearby room.

Therefore, we can infer from the opposite perspective that the room with surveillance cameras is nearby.

Otherwise, this problem has no solution.

Zhang Yangqing glanced around and saw that there were about a dozen rooms nearby.

He did not respond to the cry for help, nor did he even glance in the direction from which the sound came.

There are ten keys in total. Six keys have a specific purpose: five keys for rooms with cameras and one for the monitoring room.

There were four undetermined ones, so Zhang Yangqing used these four to test them at the doorway.

His luck was still as bad as before. After trying for a long time, Zhang Yangqing finally managed to open the door to a room.

The key was inserted, and when it was turned, it made a "click" sound. The latch retracted, and the door opened a crack.

Just then, the melancholy and eerie figure who had been away from the group for a while returned.

He had an extra canvas backpack on his back, dark green and bulging, the zipper almost impossible to close.

The edge of a canvas peeked out from the gap in his backpack, and he held a roll of painting in his hand, rolled into a tube and tied with a rubber band, tucked under his arm.

His face showed an excited "I'm ready" vibe.

The melancholy eeriness also heard the cries for help. He tilted his head, tilting his ear towards the direction from which the sound came: "What was that sound?"

Without turning his head, Zhang Yangqing said, "Never mind him. We can't confirm the identity of the person calling for help yet. You've come at the right time; something's wrong with this room."

He shone his flashlight inside, the beam cutting through the darkness of the room and illuminating a small area near the doorway.

This is a toy store; the rooms are so big that a flashlight beam can't reach the opposite wall.

The ground was covered with colorful foam mats—red, yellow, blue, and green—that formed a giant cartoon pattern.

Various toys were scattered on the playmat: building blocks, puzzles, dolls, toy cars, toy trains, plastic dinosaurs, and rubber frogs.

The walls are painted with murals depicting forests, castles, princesses and princes, and witches riding brooms.

There were colorful things hanging from the ceiling, but I couldn't make out what they were.

The shadows in the toy store were heavy. The toys, piled up in mountains and clustered together in places where the lights couldn't reach, looked like a silent, waiting, and ever-awakening 'corpse'.

Zhang Yangqing moved the beam of his flashlight to the face of a teddy bear.

The teddy bear's mouth is sewn on, and it's upturned, as if it's smiling.

But its eyes were made of buttons, black buttons that reflected a cold light in the sunlight. It stared straight ahead, motionless.

Zhang Yangqing moved the flashlight away, and the teddy bear disappeared into the darkness.

At this moment, Zhang Yangqing clearly sensed that something was watching him.

When he suddenly turned his head, the beam of the flashlight swept over him.

There was nothing there, only toys, silent and still toys.

He moved the beam of light away again, and the feeling of being watched returned. It wasn't an illusion; there was definitely something wrong with those toys.

But Zhang Yangqing felt that the most strange thing about this place was the lack of black energy.

Logically, the purpose of the surveillance cameras is to suppress the strange creatures in the room.

When the camera is on, the presence of the eerie creature is suppressed, and it can only stay quietly like an ordinary toy.

When the cameras are turned off, their presence becomes overwhelming; they transform from toys into living beings, from harmless to deadly.

But this room was strangely free of any black aura.

If there were no cameras here, then everything would be normal; it's just an ordinary room.

Theoretically speaking, if Zhang Yangqing could open this door, then there must be a camera on that door.

If it weren't for this theoretical support, Zhang Yangqing would have doubted whether he had come to the wrong place.

After looking around, Zhang Yangqing concluded that the strangeness of this place was quite sophisticated.

They hid themselves, not revealing their existence.

This means that their purpose is not to scare you, but simply to kill you.

This is easy to understand. Zhang Yangqing can put himself in their shoes. If you want to kill someone who comes in, you certainly can't let that person know your information. If they know, they will definitely take precautions, and the effectiveness of the attack will be greatly reduced.

Remember when Zhang Yangqing entered the gallery where the melancholy and eerie man was? He was sitting on the sofa near the entrance, clearly preoccupied, and didn't seem to have much of aggression.

Toy City is a completely different place; it has a very strong 'aggressive desire'.

At that moment, the gloomy and eerie figure stood at the doorway, looking at the toys lying silently under the light. His brows furrowed even more: "Monitor, there are so many toys. What are we going to do?"

Zhang Yangqing did not answer; he was looking at the ceiling.

The simplest way to overcome this obstacle is to turn on the camera. Once the camera is on, Zhang Yangqing can basically suppress this place.

You wouldn't believe it until you see it, and what you find is quite shocking.

Dozens of balloons were hanging from the ceiling, but they weren't ordinary balloons; they were balloons shaped like human heads.

Each balloon is an enlarged human head, with features that look like they were painted on, but Zhang Yangqing felt it was more like human skin had been peeled off and put on.

This actually shows that many people die at this stage.

They hung from the ceiling, densely packed together, blocking what Zhang Yangqing was looking for: the location where the camera should be.

This level is a bit difficult.

After a moment of contemplation, Zhang Yangqing said to the melancholy eerie figure beside him, "There are too many toys in this place. Even if you hang the painting inside, your presence won't be as noticeable as the eerie creatures inside. So, hang the painting in a nearby room first."

The melancholy eerie voice indicated that it understood and found a room across the hall. The room was small and empty, with only a few pieces of furniture.

A melancholic and eerie voice entered, turned on the lights, and began to decorate the room.

Zhang Yangqing was pondering how to solve this problem.

Suddenly, Zhang Yangqing remembered hearing the sound of a toy car when he first arrived at the monitoring room. Could that be the solution to this level? (End of Chapter)