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

At first, Yi Zanglan wondered why the prison was so quiet, without even a single patrolling guard.

Now she knows.

The first ring of the bell signifies the start of outdoor exercise time; the second ring signifies its end.

Then the prison guards appear. They will relentlessly hunt down the prisoners. If they cannot return to their cells within the allotted time, or if they are caught by the guards, they will all die.

"Come with me." Tang Yunxi took Yi Zanglan's hand and confidently assured her, "With this kind of pursuit mechanism, NPCs usually won't prioritize me or my companions."

And that was indeed the case. No matter which side of the road she took, she could accurately avoid the prison guards. There was even a time when a prison guard was clearly heading this way, but then changed direction and chased after another player.

Even if a bullet were aimed at the forehead of this giant Arctic rabbit, it would probably veer off course.

Taking advantage of the relatively safe situation, Yi Zanglan hid while simultaneously gathering information about the prison guards.

There are two prison guards on each floor who will surround the player from different directions. They are not human; they are already undead.

They wore tattered, blood-stained uniforms, had skeletal, ashen faces, and ghostly flames burning in their empty eye sockets. They dragged long, heavy iron chains and moved at an extremely fast speed.

"Did you see what they looked like?" Tang Yun asked happily. "I didn't dare to look too closely just now, I was afraid of losing sanity."

"Your mental strength isn't bad, it shouldn't be that bad."

"It's not that bad, it's just that I find it disgusting." Tang Yunxi thought for a moment, then added, "I hate anything bloody or gory."

"Oh, that's normal, but since you're already a jadeite, you'd better get used to it quickly."

Yi Zanglan's tone was always gentle and calm, but to Tang Yunxi, it inexplicably carried a sense of encouragement.

Although she didn't quite understand why she was suddenly being spurred on.

Is this the aura of a strong person?

She tentatively asked, "Can we go together tomorrow?"

Yi Zanglan was identifying the marks he had left along the way when he heard this and smiled at her.

"I'll confirm whether your lead is valid after I get back to my cell."

……

Five minutes later, Yi Zanglan returned safely to cell number 12.

About half a minute later, the wind chimes stopped ringing, and she heard faint screams from players in the distance, accompanied by continuous muffled thuds.

It sounds like an undead prison guard is whipping the other person with chains, one blow after another.

The screams stopped abruptly, and the corridor returned to silence.

Even seasoned players can sometimes stumble and die unexpectedly in some mission during a game.

This is the cruelty of Doomgames.

Yi Zanglan thought of Yan Zhao, who was unlucky and might be prioritized for capture by the undead prison guards. She wondered if he had managed to escape back.

But such a thought only lasted for a moment, and soon vanished.

Yan Zhao is smart. If she can't even evade two prison guards, then there's no point in being her teammate.

Yi Zanglan turned and walked to the bedside. Following Tang Yunxi's instructions, she bent down and lay face down on the ground, reaching her hand under the bed.

She felt around for a long time before finally finding a thin, small round mirror held in place by tape on the hard back of the bed.

She tore off the tape, took out the mirror, and held it up to examine it closely.

The mirror reflected the prison cell, but it was in black and white and somewhat blurry, like the texture of an old-fashioned movie.

She tried turning the mirror to observe her surroundings.

...In the pure black and white scene, a splash of color suddenly appeared.

It was the same blue striped prison uniform as hers, and the red of blood.

A female prisoner, also wearing prison uniform number 12 and covered in blood, was sitting on that old bench.

The female prisoner had disheveled long hair, her left eye had been completely gouged out, leaving only a rotting black hole, and a hideous scar ran through her pale face all the way to her ear.

It looked this way, staring at Yi Zanglan in the mirror, with only its turbid eye remaining, its gaze sinister and filled with intense killing intent.

It suddenly leaped up and rushed behind Yi Zanglan, its terrifying face instantly filling the entire mirror surface, its mouth open revealing teeth, as if it were about to bite.

"..."

Yi Zanglan remained seated, calm and composed, without moving an inch.

This time she understood; so this was what the "fellow inmates" mentioned in the last rule meant.

Players take on the role of the current prisoner, while the cell also houses the former prisoner who has become a vengeful ghost.

Living under the same roof, they are definitely considered cellmates.

She didn't believe that the vengeful ghost would attack her directly. The rules said to treat fellow inmates kindly, and kindness should be mutual. She hadn't broken any taboos.

So the current situation is that she didn't move, and the ghost didn't bite either. The two are stuck in this stalemate, and everyone is a little embarrassed.

Yi Zanglan slowly raised his hand and tried to touch the other person's face. The touch was cold and sticky, and the chill that seeped into his fingertips was extremely real.

She put down the mirror, turned around, and found that there was nothing behind her, and the sensation disappeared as well.

When you raise the mirror again, the vengeful ghost appears, and you can touch it again.

...Sure enough, the medium through which the player communicates with the vengeful spirit is this mirror; only in the mirror can she see and touch the other.

Is it possible to talk to it?

"Sister Scar." Yi Canglan gazed at the vengeful ghost in the mirror and spoke gently, "I'm so sorry for taking up a room in your room so abruptly, but it's fate that we met. From now on, we're family. If there's anything you need, just let me know, and I'll do my best to help."

Her hands were still touching the other person's face, making the situation rather ambiguous.

The vengeful ghost stared at her for a long while, then moved its face back half an inch to avoid her hand.

The next second, a line of bloody words appeared on the mirror:

What are you touching? My name is A-Luo.

Oh, so this mirror is actually a chat interface between humans and ghosts.

Not only that, but now there's a transparent heart-shaped pattern in the upper left corner of the mirror, I don't know what it represents.

Yi Zanglan immediately changed her tune and sincerely praised, "A Luo, that's a really nice name."

A Luo glanced at her, and surprisingly, a hint of arrogance and scrutiny could be seen on her unrecognizable face.

It's just a little girl, thank goodness, otherwise I would have killed her.

Yi Zanglan understood. This woman disliked men and preferred female cellmates. If it were a male player, he would probably be severely punished.

This suggests that the vengeful spirits in each cell likely have different preferences.

She thought for a moment, then asked, "Do you have to stay here all day? How about... next time you're allowed out for some fresh air, I'll take you out for a walk to clear your head?"

All you need is a mirror.

As soon as the blood-written words appeared, the female ghost A Luo suddenly climbed onto Yi Zanglan's back, wrapped her arms around her neck, and her legs around her waist, just like a koala finding a tree trunk that suits its needs.

It rested its head on her shoulder, its long hair hanging down like a funeral banner.

[Going out like this feels good.]