Don't provoke mentally ill people in the infinite flow genre!

Under the dim yellow light, the wooden puppet that was originally placed in the living room was now hanging above the bed, staring straight at Yi Zanglan.

"Hehehehehe..."

It grinned wildly, and blood kept dripping from its hollow, terrifying eyes, which fell steadily onto Yi Zanglan's face.

And in its hand, it was still holding the dagger that she had found under the bed a few hours earlier.

Blood flowed down his cheeks, the metallic smell incredibly real.

Yi Zanglan realized that her body was as if it were nailed firmly to the bed, and she couldn't move at all.

She couldn't even close her eyes again; she was forced to stare at the puppet.

...But in the blink of an eye, the scene in front of me blurred for a few seconds.

Once vision cleared, the puppet's face suddenly transformed into that of a middle-aged woman.

A gentle and beautiful woman in white, with her hair tied up in a bun.

The woman looked down at Yi Zanglan, and in a moment her expression cracked, turning cold and fierce.

She stared at her, gritting her teeth as she asked, "How are you still alive?"

"We're all dead, so what right do you have to live?"

"You should die too!!!!"

She raised her hand high, the dagger reflecting a cold light, as if to stab Yi Zanglan in the heart.

This was a fatal blow that could not be avoided no matter what.

Yi Zanglan clenched his fists tightly, the force of which caused the wound that had just been cut by the dagger to reopen.

She watched the blade fall, calm and indifferent, without uttering a sound.

Please fall asleep quietly.

Please go to sleep quietly.

The rule is clearly written on the living room door.

No matter what you see at night, if you scream, you will die.

……

Yi Zanglan opened her eyes again.

Everything in the bedroom was as usual; the puppet and the middle-aged woman were gone, and the dagger lay quietly on the desk.

It's obvious that what just happened was an illusion created by a ghost.

When a person has just woken up, their psychological defenses are at their lowest, and their mental defenses are usually most vulnerable.

If there is even the slightest wavering, there is no chance of survival.

Yi Zanglan raised her hand and saw that the bed sheet wrapped around her wrist was slowly seeping blood.

Pain keeps people awake; this is a traditional and effective method.

She remained silent for a long time, then, as if sensing something, looked up at the quartz clock on the wall.

It is 3:15 a.m.

"I shouldn't have to get up early tomorrow morning, right?"

She finally yawned, turned over, pulled the covers over herself, and fell asleep again.

……

In the live broadcast room, viewers who had been waiting anxiously for several hours finally saw the mentally ill person open their eyes in the night vision footage.

She must have seen something, but in-game illusions are usually not shown to outsiders; they can only judge based on the players' reactions.

But Yi Zanglan didn't react at all. She stared at the ceiling for a while, then turned over and went back to sleep.

She...went back to sleep...

Countless people breached the defenses in response.

That's it? That's it???

[Damn it, what did she see?! How come nothing happened? She should be dead!!!]

Of course, there are also rational people who are seriously analyzing the situation.

[Didn't the rules say in paint as soon as you entered? As long as players stay quiet at night and don't make any noise, they won't be killed.]

I remember there was a horror movie about this too, where a puppet would kill people; if you screamed, it would rip out your tongue.

However, these comments were quickly scrolled down, with more people venting their emotions.

My 500 gold coins have gone down the drain!

No, no, it's not over yet. Just because she doesn't die tonight doesn't mean she won't die tomorrow.

[Exactly, she's mentally unstable. She might not feel fear, but she's doomed the moment she enters the main quest!]

So far, Yi Zanglan's live stream has not received any likes, but it has gained a lot of favorites.

...They all wished for her to die quickly.

* * * * * *

The little incident at midnight did not affect Yi Canglan's sleep at all. She slept until eight o'clock in the morning, and went out after washing up.

I'm hungry, time for breakfast.

The other five players also seemed to have just gotten up; they were gathered at the top of the stairs, whispering to each other over her room.

"I suggest you push the door open and take a look; he's probably already dead."

Just as Zhao Chen, the man in black, was about to step forward, he bumped into Yi Zanglan, who was walking out of the bedroom. The two of them took a step back.

He looked at her, his expression one of surprise and uncertainty: "You're still alive?"

Yi Zanglan exclaimed, "Do I have to die? You want me to die?"

Her eyes and tone were innocent and confused, and this heartfelt question caused everyone to fall silent for a moment.

Even if that's what you think, you can't admit it like that.

"No, no, how could that be?"

"It's good to be alive. Come downstairs and have some food."

They quickly dispersed.

In the living room, the wooden puppet stood in the rectangular gift box, its position unchanged.

It continues to spy on the player from different angles, maintaining that eerie smile.

Sun Qianqian glanced at it as she passed by, then quickly looked away, seemingly still shaken.

"Everyone, did you... last night?"

"Were you threatened by the puppet pressed against your face?" The bald, burly man, Li Shuo, sneered. "I was threatened a bit, but it didn't hurt at all—you fell for it too?"

"No, it was Miss Wang."

Wang Mingyue nodded: "It's me."

Li Shuo immediately became alert: "Then why didn't Sun Qianqian get infected?"

"Because the two live together, the puppet will only choose one to scare," Zhao Chen answered on Yang Chi's behalf. "I encountered it last night, but Yang Chi slept very well."

Therefore, if two people sleep in the same room, the probability of getting infected is 50%; if you sleep alone, the probability of getting infected is 100%.

Fortunately, they were all experienced players with good composure, which is why no one died last night.

Yang Chi turned his head with a strange expression and saw that Yi Zanglan was already sitting at the table, enjoying her milk and sandwich.

"Hey, you woman, I'm asking you a question!" He raised his voice, "What did you see last night?"

Yi Zanglan chewed on bacon and looked at him blankly: "...You're dreaming."

"What was it about?"

"Well... I was riding a tricycle when dogs chased me. They wanted to bite me, but the wind was too strong and I couldn't open my mouth... Later, I fell into a ditch. When I opened my eyes, a doctor in a white coat was about to give me a shot. He said I didn't need to pay for the medical bills, just give him a fake gold chain."

"???"

This woman is crazy!

Oh right, she is indeed sick.

Sun Qianqian wanted to laugh, but she was too embarrassed to laugh in front of Yang Chi, so she could only pretend to comfort him.

"Alright, Mr. Yang, don't get angry with a lunatic. We all know you're the real deal."

"...Get lost."

* * * * * *

At nine o'clock, after everyone had finished breakfast, the living room door opened automatically.

This door was locked just now, which shows that the game has strict control over the players' action time.

Now they can go out and look for clues. Judging from the situation, the entire town is likely within the scope of their exploration.

Holding the half-eaten bread, Yi Zanglan happily skipped away and quickly disappeared through the doorway.

None of the other players had time to stop her. Wang Mingyue remained silent for a moment, then sighed helplessly.

"Is the outdoor exercise time at mental hospitals around nine o'clock?"

……

Even during the day, the town remains deserted and desolate, with no one venturing out.

This place seems to have become a dead town, and a thick fog has rolled in at some point, preventing the thin sunlight from shining through and reducing visibility.

Yi Zanglan walked on the eerie street, stepping on fallen leaves. She moved close to the wall, her movements as light and agile as a cat.

She stuffed the last bite of bread into her mouth, then suddenly stopped and stared coldly ahead.