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

Yi Zanglan and Yan Zhao were both thrown into the solitary confinement room on the fourth floor.

"Reflect on your actions!"

The door slammed shut, and the two waited for a long time until the prison guards were far away before looking at each other.

"How did you even think of getting locked up together for fighting with me?" Yan Zhao was speechless. "I couldn't bear to hurt you, but you were pretty ruthless, choking me like it was free. Am I some cheap teammate?"

Yi Zanglan shook his head seriously: "You're not cheap, you're very valuable. You're my landlord in the Anle District, and my big spender for daily expenses."

"You heartless bastard! You only teamed up with me for the house and the money?"

"Otherwise what?"

"..."

Yan Zhao was angry, but her anger only lasted for a moment, and she quickly calmed herself down.

Of course she knew that Yi Zanglan liked to talk nonsense, and that these words were just for show and shouldn't be taken seriously.

If Yi Zanglan didn't really consider her a teammate, she wouldn't have needed to go to such lengths. After all, she was the only one in the team without a mirror who had to rely on a reduced sentence to get through the game. Yi Zanglan could have escaped on her own.

Moreover, even when Yi Zanglan was almost exhausted during the tug-of-war, he still held onto the rope to prevent her from falling and getting injured. What is this? It is an extraordinary revolutionary friendship!

Thinking of this, Yan Zhao became happy again. She walked up to Yi Zanglan and looked down at the latter's pair of silver bracelets.

Sure enough, after not paying attention for half a day, the silver bracelet had turned completely dark black.

"The color changed very quickly in this round."

"It's hard not to be unhappy," Yi Zanglan said. "This is a prison, there are lots of people and lots of ghosts, I'm afraid my two bracelets won't be enough."

The evil spirit is heavy with yin energy, and human nature is inherently evil. The deeper the malice, the more fiercely the bracelet absorbs it.

Yan Zhao sighed, though she wasn't quite sure why she was sighing.

"So... are you still in pain?"

"Ouch, that rope almost cut me in half at the waist," Yi Zanglan replied calmly. "But luckily, I had my abs to hold me back."

"You even have abs?"

"If you're curious, you can touch it."

"..." Yan Zhao was both annoyed and amused. "Alright, let's get down to business. What exactly do you want in this solitary confinement room?"

Yi Zanglan sat down on the broken stool next to him and calmly took out a mirror from his pocket.

"I need to check the list of prisoners who were previously placed in solitary confinement."

The mirror shows that the red heart in the upper left corner has reached one-third of its progress, indicating that Miss Aro is also very satisfied with her performance tonight.

A Luo and A Xiang's heads were close together, their heads resting on her shoulders as they watched her.

[Both intelligent and strong.]

Needless to say, this is definitely a compliment to her.

"Thank you." She nodded. "I'd like to know, after finding out about Ahua and Ayue, how exactly do I bring them over?"

Soon, A-Luo replied:

How did you respond to Ah Xiang?

After a moment's thought, Yi Zanglan realized that she had killed the male player with the small mustache that afternoon and obtained his mirror, which allowed Ah Xiang to possess her body as well.

Is killing the criminal a necessary condition, or is obtaining the mirror sufficient?

A Luo seemed to sneer, and A Xiang next to her also looked disdainful, as if it were a question that wasn't worth asking.

【Ah Hua and Ah Yue are also looking for us.】

Its communication style is very simple, and the content is always disjointed, which inevitably leaves people feeling confused.

But Yi Zanglan's thinking is so quick that she can understand its meaning immediately.

Despite their conflicts, the four vengeful ghost sisters, A Luo, A Xiang, A Hua, and A Yue, all want to reunite their former group.

In other words, no matter which player encounters these four characters, they need to find the other three mirrors to achieve a higher level of favorability.

Now that the player with the small mustache is dead, why would the other two players easily give up their mirrors?

Even if she doesn't want to kill them, will they let her go once they know the key to the mission?

Only one person can complete the task; this is a game of doom, so how can there be so much kindness and compassion?

"Okay," Yi Zanglan replied with a smile, "I understand."

While she was talking to A Luo, Yan Zhao had already started rummaging through the drawers in the solitary confinement room. The room wasn't very big, and Yan Zhao quickly found a booklet in a drawer of the table.

"Lanlan, come and see, is this it?"

"...You're calling Lanlan now?"

Yan Zhao immediately realized what was going on, paused for two seconds, and then retorted confidently, "What? If Tang Yunxi can call me that, why can't I?"

"Yes, you can call me whatever you want."

Yi Zanglan took the booklet from her and quickly flipped through the pages. Two minutes later, she successfully located the names of Ahua and Ayue.

Ah-Hua used to live in cell number 8, while Ah-Yue lived in cell number 30.

"Number 8?" Yan Zhao concluded decisively, "There are 27 players in the venue today, and I'm sure I didn't see number 8."

The fact that player number 8 was not seen means that player number 8 had already died. It is unknown whether he died at the hands of others during the day or at the hands of the prison guards last night.

But in any case, this is a good thing, because Yi Zanglan can go directly to cell number 8 to retrieve the mirror.

As for who number 30 is, we can confirm it tomorrow.

"There are still prison guards patrolling outside. We'll go out when it's time for our exercise at twelve o'clock."

"The prison guards said we have to reflect on our actions all night. What if they don't open the solitary confinement cell during exercise time?" Yan Zhao had just finished speaking when he suddenly remembered his teammate's special skill and realized, "Oh right, you can pick locks."

"Hmm, there are still two hours left, I'll take a nap first."

The solitary confinement cell contained only a narrow wooden bed, made entirely of wood, without even a sheet. It was difficult for a single person to even turn over on it.

In the end, they could only sit on the wooden bed, prop their feet up on stools, and lean against the wall to doze off for a while.

...until the familiar, sharp ringing of the bell echoed throughout the prison building, waking the two men from their light sleep.

Yan Zhao opened his eyes and immediately stood up: "Ready!"

She got out of bed and ran to check the door. Sure enough, the solitary confinement cell was still locked and had not been opened.

But that doesn't mean they can't get out.

Yi Zanglan had studied it since she came in; there were keyholes on both the inside and outside of the door, and keys could be inserted into both.

Since both can insert a key, it means both can pry open the lock cylinder.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a black U-shaped clip, which she used to fiddle with the keyhole.

Yan Zhao, squatting nearby, looked at the sight with a puzzled expression: "...Could this be the hair clip Tang Yunxi uses to hold her hair in place?"

"You guessed right." Yi Zanglan took a moment to give a thumbs-up in affirmation. "I just casually took it off her head while she was muttering to herself."

"Tsk, sometimes I really wonder if you used to be a thief."

"I have."

"……what?"

With a soft "click" from the lock cylinder, the iron door of the solitary confinement cell opened.

Yi Zanglan pushed open the door, glanced outside, then turned back and repeated with a smile.

"I did work as a thief before."