Infinite Terror: Infinite Reversal

Chapter 237 First Aid
Zheng Zha kicked open the door to the two newlywed women's room. As soon as he entered, he heard struggling sounds coming from the bathroom. Zhu Wen was awakened by the noise of him kicking the door and looked at Zheng Zha with blank, white eyes.

"Huang Lilin is in trouble!" Zheng Zha said quickly. He stretched out his right hand, and the tightly locked bathroom door was melted open with a large hole. Huang Lilin was lying on the floor, the shower hose wrapped around her neck. At this moment, the showerhead was churning in the water-filled bathtub, while the hose tightened more and more.

Huang Lilin, whose consciousness was already fading, didn't even notice Zheng Zha's arrival. Zheng Zha flicked his finger, and the water pipe was severed in the middle. The spraying cold water touched the dark red flames on the pipe and instantly burst into steam.

"Cough cough...cough!" Huang Lilin tried to sit up, but coughing made it impossible for her to get up.

Zheng Zha flicked his finger, and a fireball struck the faucet. Residual water flowed from the broken pipe, dripping onto the ground with a particularly jarring sound, like a cold, mocking laugh.

Zhu Wen rushed to the bathroom without even putting on her shoes properly.

Zheng Zha ignored their concern for their survival, frowning as he looked around the bathroom. Finally, he found a dropped earpiece in a small corner. It belonged to Huang Lilin, but it had naturally fallen out during the ordeal. If Mu Xiang and the others hadn't had good hearing, Huang Lilin would have been dead.

"What happened?" Zheng Zha asked.

Huang Lilin was still shaken, and her speech was not very fluent: "I...I got up in the middle of the night, and then I rinsed my feet with the showerhead and slipped..."

She didn't need to say anything more; this extremely tricky way of throwing them, and the entanglement in the water pipe, was naturally the work of death. Zheng Zha smiled bitterly to himself, telling them to be careful when doing these things and to look out for each other.

"But I didn't lock the door..." Huang Lilin explained helplessly.

Zheng Zha pushed open the door and walked out, finding his own words amusing... He couldn't keep an eye on everyone's every move, so the potential danger for each person was actually quite large. The idea of ​​them looking out for each other was just that—an idea. But what good would it do when death was inevitable? Judging from the movies, mutual support was a joke in the face of death.

"It is indeed very difficult..." Although Zheng Zha saved Huang Lilin, he felt more and more powerless the more he thought about it.

Back in the room, a night breeze ruffled Zheng Zha's hair. Oh, right, Zhang Heng's volley of fire had destroyed the French windows. Now, an entire wall of the room was drafty…

Mu Xiang patted Zhang Heng, but Zhang Heng didn't move. Wang Xia, who was behind him, was initially a little suspicious, wondering if Mu Xiang's technique was wrong... Upon closer inspection, although the technique was different from what he had learned, it should still be effective.

"Stop pretending, haven't you realized it's me yet?" Mu Xiang sighed.

Zhang Heng jolted awake, opened his eyes, and confirmed that it was indeed Mu Xiang before letting out a sigh of relief. His expression then became confused and conflicted.

"Damn, did I black out?" Mu Xiang said helplessly.

Zhang Heng maintained that expression for a while before saying in confusion, "Is this the 'Final Destination' you were talking about?"

Mu Xiang nodded: "Yes, but you were controlled as soon as you entered the horror movie... Think back and tell us."

"Uh..." Zhang Heng's expression was somewhat pained. "After standing inside the pillar of light, I've been in a semi-conscious state... I can only vaguely feel my body moving. Oh, right, you guys became the Boss, and we're all going to kill you..."

Zheng Zha pressed further, "Weren't you half-asleep, half-awake?"

Mu Xiang pushed up his glasses: "No, this can be considered a kind of hypnosis... When he was hypnotized, he was guided by a worldview. But after the hypnosis was lifted, he couldn't remember anything, which is why he first said he felt his body moving, and then thought of the setting that we are the Boss."

"In short, it's due to significant cognitive bias, making it difficult to reproduce," Mu Xiang shrugged.

Zhang Heng quickly chimed in, "Ah, yes, yes, that's it... So what exactly happened?" "You're still asking us?" Zheng Zha was speechless. "Did you just give up on remembering?"

Mu Xiang waved his hand: "Forget it, Zhang Heng isn't focused on mental power after all... If it were Zhan Lan, she should be able to retain a relatively complete memory, and even recount the details of their battle. Zhang Heng has forgotten a lot, so when he first woke up he was confused and could only pretend to be unconscious."

At this moment, Zhang Heng was suddenly stunned. His gaze darted between Zheng Zha and Wang Xia, who was wearing power armor: "Wait, wait a minute... No, isn't Zheng Zha outside? Why is his power armor standing up and moving on its own?"

Mu Xiang and Zheng Zha were both stunned for a moment, then looked at each other, feeling both amused and exasperated.

"You guys are equipping power armor with artificial intelligence? Holy crap, is that considered an AI?" Zhang Heng started rambling.

Mu Xiang couldn't help but rub his forehead: "Wang Xia, please introduce yourself."

After Zhang Heng accepted this premise, Mu Xiang described the situation to him.

"Damn it, Zhang Jie is a traitor?!" Zhang Heng said indignantly. "Weren't you the first people to know each other? How could he do this? Are you going to catch him and give him a friendly dressing-down? Count me in!"

Zheng Zha said with a wry smile, "Damn it, such a serious matter has become distorted the moment you open your mouth... Don't think the worst of him."

“We’re still in the first round of the game…and I’ve only caught you.” Mu Xiang pushed up his glasses. “Zhao Yingkong attacked me during the day, but I didn’t catch her.”

Zhang Heng was taken aback for a moment: "Why?" Then his expression turned serious, and he said coldly: "Is it because I am the most reliable?"

"..." Mu Xiang and Zheng Zha exchanged a glance, both seeing the killing intent in each other's eyes...

After much persuasion, they finally managed to get Zhang Heng to settle down. Zheng Zha wasn't sure if Zhang Heng would be attacked by the Grim Reaper, but Mu Xiang told him to relax.

"Relax, there's no point in thinking about this. Even if Zhang Heng wasn't on the accident list at first and was with us, he would definitely have been attacked... Death doesn't care about anyone else later on," Mu Xiang said casually.

So that's what you mean by "relax"... Zheng Zha and the other two were all covered in sweat.

Zhang Heng chuckled: "Does this count as what you call a team fight? I guess it does."

Mu Xiang smiled and said, "Perhaps...after all, they won't hold back."

"Hehe, it's okay, I have drones anyway..." Zhang Heng laughed smugly, but after a couple of laughs he stopped awkwardly, hesitated for a moment and then asked, "Um, Captain, my mask..."

Mu Xiang took a deep breath: "Not now, leave it with me for now."

Zhang Heng immediately put on a bitter face, which puzzled Zheng Zha. He had heard Mu Xiang say that Zhang Heng's mask was terrifying, but he had never seen it in person, so this made him somewhat expectant.

"You don't want to see this, believe me," Mu Xiang said with a wry smile.

(End of this chapter)